Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

It seems that this enchantress was also a lake nymph, and legend has it that she was given a dark and evil side that caused trouble for King Arthur.

That's right, it's "也"!

Because the Lake Fairy is not a single person, but a group.

In fact, legend has it that there were as many as nine lake fairies who protected Avalon Island.

After the bloody battle at Camlann Hill, the Lake Netherworlds carried the gravely wounded King Arthur into the Land of the Immortals, ending the mystery of Britain.

The names of the so-called three sisters, Morgan, Morgoth, and Elaine, are all included.

This clearly demonstrates the dubious nature of the Lake Nymphs' group, their ambiguous relationships, and their unclear attitude towards King Arthur.

Vivian, who gave Arthur the Holy Sword, should symbolize the Lady of the Lake's [radiance] and [goodness].

However, like the other two Morgan sisters, it's probably a code name that Merry, who came from Paradise, could use.

In another context, Morgan could also use this name and refer to himself as "Vivian".

The remaining names of the nine Fairy Maidens of the Hu region are probably all pseudonyms used by a fixed group of people.

Samael himself had done this kind of thing many times, so he was very familiar with it.

Wow, a fairy in the lake!

Merlin, who guided the king, and Morgan, who overthrew the king, both acted as good and bad people.

It turned out to be a gang crime, with everyone teaming up to play King Arthur.

Samael would never believe there wasn't something fishy going on here.

Clearly, every one of the Lake Fairies has an intricate connection with the British pantheon.

Or to put it more bluntly, they were all the threads that Gaia used to stitch up the wound in Britain.

Often, the more brilliant and outstanding a person is, the more they believe they can control their destiny, yet they ultimately embark on the path destined for them.

Having resolved the obstacle blocking their path, the two continued their journey, one in front of the other. Samael composed himself and took on the role of a loyal roadblock clearer.

But soon, new noises came from all around, and the emerging malice grew stronger and stronger.

"Damn it, this stuff just won't stop!"

Once again thwarted, Morgan frowned and snorted coldly.

“A bad thing can also be a good thing from another perspective. I think we should be happy.”

Samael's response caused the sorceress behind him to pause slightly in surprise.

"The more and more of these things there are, the more it indirectly proves that the path we have chosen is correct."

The composed man turned his head and smiled in response. Before facing the enemy, he thoughtfully added two layers of protection to the little guy in his arms.

"They...are protecting their nest!"

Morgan's eyes lit up as he suddenly realized what was going on. He looked at his new companion, who had joined him temporarily, and his eyes immediately lit up with approval. The gloom in his heart vanished, and a hint of appreciation quietly appeared in his eyes.

This guy is surprisingly reliable...

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Chapter Thirteen: To Live is to Make Mistakes (3/3)

Having resolved the immediate trouble and enjoying a brief respite, Morgan noticed that the pathfinder hadn't set off but was instead squatting on the ground, fiddling with something. He couldn't help but step forward and ask him a question.

"Samael, what are you doing?"

"To verify a hypothesis..."

The ancient serpent smiled slightly and responded gently.

She subconsciously called out his name. It seems that after all they've been through along the way, the distance between them has been reduced considerably.

"guess?"

"then!"

Samael rummaged through the remains of the black monster and casually tossed a dark object to the sorceress behind him.

Morgan instinctively raised his hand, grasped the thrown object, and frowned as he observed it.

This is a hard, black, horn-shaped object resembling a branch, still scalding hot, with naturally formed spiral patterns on it, carrying a natural, ancient charm that I find quite familiar.

However, it contained an aura of death and misfortune...

In a daze, the resonance brought about by the protection of Britain caused several blurry images to appear in Morgan's mind.

"Fairy tattoos?"

Samael nodded slightly, picked up a pinch of ash with his fingertips, gently rubbed it, and let it fall like fine sand before his eyes. In the darkness, the snake's vertical pupils split open with cross-shaped petal-like light patterns, its gaze deep and long.

"If I'm not mistaken, they should be [Black Dogs], a type of fairy."

The black dog, also known as the "dog demon" or "Barghest," is a special kind of fairy that appears in England.

They often appear as dogs with burning tentacles and eyes, chained up, to announce death in the city.

Legend has it that when a hero dies, black dogs emerge from the shadows and roam the streets in packs, indulging in a kind of revelry.

At the same time, they are not only fairies who announce death, but also fairies who bring death. In the wild, they are often known for their brutality and bloodlust, and frequently attack any living creatures that stray into their territory, including humans.

"Burning tentacles, scarlet eyes, swirling black mist... they are indeed very similar, but without mass deaths, why are they attacking the city in swarms?"

Morgan seemed to be deep in thought, then frowned and shook his head.

"What if something, or certain conditions, change them?"

"You mean, go berserk!"

Samael's reminder made the sorceress realize the truth. She frowned and muttered to herself, puzzled.

"But children represent new life, which goes against the death they pursue. What are they doing abducting babies..."

"Only they themselves can tell us the answer. Let's go, Your Excellency Magician."

"No need for pretentious or affected words, just call me Mogos."

"Alright, Morgoth, let's quicken our pace, we should be almost there."

Samael clapped the embers off his hands, laughed heartily, then gripped his sword with one hand and led the way.

Morgan followed closely behind, his wand tapping lightly on the ground with each step, causing ripples of blue-black light to rhythmically spread outwards, subtly probing for any hidden dangers.

As expected, these territorial, belligerent, and ferocious black monsters launched several more attacks on the two intruders.

But with the combined efforts of Morgan and Samael, these rampaging fairies were all reduced to ashes, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

"Wow……"

As the two made their way to a secluded valley, the baby girl in Samael's arms seemed to have been stimulated by something. She woke up with a pale face and started crying loudly.

Morgan stepped forward and hurriedly dripped a few drops of honey potion into the baby's lips and teeth, and cast a few calming spells to stabilize the little one's emotions.

Samael handed the child to Morgan, took a few steps forward, drew his sword, and parted the tangled branches on the outer edge of the valley, revealing dark red rocks and... a pile of withered bones...

Some withered, yellowish bones, large in size, covered with teeth marks and scratches, appeared to belong to adults.

Some of the corpses had their limbs curled up and dried up, but were about the length of their forearms.

"These are..."

Morgan paused slightly, his expression freezing.

"That should be right..."

Samael sighed helplessly, a chilling glint appearing in his eyes as he looked ahead.

As they ventured deeper, bone fragments were scattered and strewn about, making the area resemble a mass grave left by wild dogs.

Wisps of red and black aura permeated the air, forming a miasma that filled the valley. This putrid smell was exactly the same as the smell of death emanating from those black dogs.

"Hoohoo!"

Halfway through the journey, dozens of large, clearly elite-class black hound demons roared and charged out of the mist. The surrounding black mist ignited into raging red-black flames, bringing astonishing heat that could incinerate life.

Boom boom boom!

In an instant, the sword light, like a falling morning star, and the magical beams that stirred up a raging torrent of ether crashed forward, brutally ploughing the narrow area twice.

Dozens of canine demons were torn to shreds by the slicing wind pressure and the violent magic before they could even let out a scream.

Under the surge of force, the red and black mist in the valley dissipated.

Judging from the carved rocks nearby and the regularly arranged remnants of horizontal beams, this should be a dilapidated fairy ruin.

Reddish-black mycelium sprouted from the nearby infant corpses, climbing over the walls and the ground, spreading towards the mottled altar in the center.

A half-meter-tall lump of flesh was suspended above the altar, writhing inside and emitting a muffled sound similar to a heartbeat.

Was this what those canine demons were doing, abducting human infants?

Morgan's cherry lips were pressed tightly together, her face showing a hint of coldness, and she waved her wand forward.

Stab it!

Before Samael could organize, the sharp tip of the wand had already pierced the amniotic sac formed by the flesh, and dark red blood sprayed out.

Meanwhile, an infant with two black horns on its head, a few strands of golden hair crumpled together, and shrunken skin, huddled on the cold rocky ground like a puppy just out of its mother's womb, shivering.

"Wow..."

After struggling several times, the weak little guy was still unable to stand up, and could only barely open his eyes and whimper softly.

This little creature has a blue left eye and a red right eye, possessing a pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes.

Blue is agile and intellectual, while red is violent and exudes a strong desire to attack, as if it were a fusion of two extremes.

Unblessed lives struggle tenaciously on the cold, rocky ground, desperately trying to adapt to the environment after birth.

I stood up several times, and fell down several times...

Morgan stood still, gazing for a long time, before finally turning to his ally beside him and asking quietly.

"Samael, do you think we should let her live?"

"Admittedly, this child was born tainted with sin, but in fact, she did nothing wrong, and from a legal perspective, she is innocent..."

The ancient snake stroked its chin thoughtfully, then looked at Morgan with a smile and slowly spoke.

"Perhaps we should let her live?"

"What's the reason?"

"Whether human or demon, as long as they live, they will make mistakes. Once she really embarks on this path, isn't it perfectly logical for you to then sentence her to death?"

Under the cover of darkness, Samael's expression was meaningful.

Chapter Fourteen: The Demon Dog Bagst

good idea!

This answer, which was both reasonable and legal, immediately moved Morgan, who then stretched out his arms and murmured to himself.

“If we leave her here alone, this child is doomed to die. In that case, I will take responsibility for raising and supervising her.”

"Wang Woo!"

As the stranger approached, the little creature, which had been struggling tenaciously among the rocks, became wary, baring its sharp teeth and letting out a threatening growl from its throat, like a wolfhound with a strong sense of self-preservation.

Even when Morgan gently picked it up, it kept rubbing against him and barking, its eyes containing a hint of arrogance and hostility.

However, as a child of nature blessed by Britain, this rare witch's affability spread out imperceptibly, gradually calming the fierce-looking little guy.

After a short while, the energetic canine demon cubs, having had their fill of fussing, curled up in Morgan's arms and fell fast asleep. Their little faces, nourished by magic, had a slight rosy glow, revealing a rare and endearing quietness and innocence.

“Baghster…”

Morgan gently stroked the little one's cheek, looking at the new life in her arms with a complex expression, and murmured softly.

“Bagus, the Demon Dog, that will be your name from now on. You were born with sin, but I hope that you can live in the light and atone for this debt.”

Fate has begun to turn again.

The serpent, bound by its innate karma, leaned against the rock wall, gazing at the mother and daughter destined to form a bond before it, achieving a historic meeting, and was filled with emotion.