Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The out-of-control, demonized black dogs nearby had been cleared out, and Samael, now with nothing to do, casually raised his sword and blasted square holes in the rocky ground.

The wind pressure from the ether swept the surrounding bones into the deep pit, then buried them, forming new graves.

Upon seeing this, Morgan's deep blue eyes softened slightly, and he cooperated with his ally to complete the burial of the deceased.

Meanwhile, Samael, standing to the side, quietly murmured a chant.

“Declare:

I am in charge of killing and I am in charge of life.

What I hurt, I heal.

There is no way to surpass the palm of my hand.

What cannot escape is my gaze.

To destroy it.

I will call back the disabled and the old.

Entrust to me, learn from me, and follow me.

During a break,

The song has not been forgotten, the prayer has not been forgotten, and I have not forgotten myself.

With my lightness, I lay aside all burdens and rest in my hands.

Anointed and branded for your sins.

Eternal life is given by death.

Forgiveness is in the present moment; I swear by my own flesh—to gaze upon this with mercy!

As the song unfolded, a hazy white light emanated from the man's fingertips.

The deathly aura and resentment that had gathered around were quickly washed away by this force, and even the frigid temperature in the vicinity rose considerably.

The red and black smoke in the air gradually thinned out until it drifted away with the wind, finally revealing the bright moon and stars that had been obscured.

"This is……"

“Baptismal chanting is a small way to purify evil and soothe the souls of the dead. Death is already so painful, let them go in peace.”

Samael glanced with satisfaction at the now-peaceful graves, turned and smiled, giving a casual reply.

He's actually a very gentle and thoughtful guy...

Morgan stared blankly at the man before her.

"Phew, it's getting cold. Now that things are resolved, it's time for us to head back."

Samael glanced at the sky in the east, where the first light of dawn was breaking. He raised his hand, drew his holy sword, and lazily stretched his limbs. He then gently patted Morgan's shoulder, waking the witch who seemed somewhat lost in thought.

"Oh, oh, okay!"

Morgan snapped out of his daze and, to cover up his embarrassment, nodded repeatedly and followed his companion.

The man clearing the way in front of him lowered his eyes and looked at his right fingers, a slight smile unconsciously playing on his lips.

Hmm, our relationship has taken another step closer.

"By the way, Mogos, regarding this child, and the purpose of the dog demons attacking human towns and capturing infants, have you thought of anything?"

On the way, Samael noticed Morgan behind him, who was walking and stopping, his head lowered, his brow furrowing and relaxing. He couldn't help but ask him a question.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, this child should be [Yaling] created by the Dog Demon."

Morgan raised her head, and as the breeze lifted her veil, her smooth chin was revealed, her deep blue eyes seemingly lost in thought.

"Yaling?"

Samael, unfamiliar with the new term, adopted a humble and eager-to-learn demeanor, slowed his pace, and walked alongside Morgan, listening intently.

The distance between the two people had been reduced significantly, and the ancient snake could even faintly smell the lingering fragrance emanating from the witch.

After spending the night together, and with such a sharp and intelligent ally, Morgan's confidence inevitably suffered a bit from the repeated advice he received.

Upon hearing that this guy also had blind spots in his knowledge, the usually aloof and taciturn witch became unusually enthusiastic and talkative, earnestly explaining the reasons.

"The primordial fairy, known as the Great Mother, is another manifestation of the planet's spirit, possessing power second only to the gods."

However, fairies do not have the concept of reproduction. They split themselves or continue their offspring through special methods. If an individual with the power of a "Great Mother" appears, it is often called a "regressed Ya Ling".

And I can sense that Bagst possesses immense power within him, most likely [Yaling], nurtured by those dog demons.

Samael nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

"The soul of an infant symbolizes pure and vigorous life. The dog demon infiltrated the town and stole the child, probably to sacrifice and fuse with the new [Yaling]."

Then, the ancient snake glanced at Bagst, who had heterochromatic blue and red eyes, in Morgan's arms, and couldn't help but raise his hand to stroke his chin, muttering thoughtfully.

"They were able to suppress the rage and frenzy of the dog demon bloodline, and they even possessed human forms. It seems they really succeeded."

"That should be it..."

Morgan nodded slightly, quite approving of the listener's ability to draw inferences from one instance to another.

Although she is not good with words, talking to intelligent people is indeed a pleasure.

"However, there's still one thing I don't quite understand..."

At that moment, Samael looked back at the valley and frowned slightly.

"What on earth happened to make these dog demons go berserk and create their own [Yaling] at all costs?"

Morgan's expression hardened upon hearing this. After a moment's thought, she shook her head helplessly; this was also a question she hadn't been able to figure out yet.

Seeing that the baby in their arms was waking up and crying again, the two had no time to discuss it and had to quicken their pace to the nearest Cornwall.

After several hours of trekking, Samael and Morgan finally arrived at the town where the crime occurred.

"My lord knight, thank God, you're finally back!"

Upon seeing this, the captain of the guard, whose arm was in a sling, rushed over with delight and immediately grabbed his arm, heading towards a certain manor.

Samael was slightly surprised, took root in the ground, and frowned as he asked.

"what happened?"

Seeing that he couldn't move the knight, the captain of the guard had no choice but to stop and report seriously.

"It's extremely urgent, my lord knight! According to Camelot's announcement and the reports from various places last night, not only Cornwall, but the entire territory of Britain has been ravaged by disaster!"

Sir Hector has now taken over the defenses of Cornwall and is currently gathering men to discuss countermeasures. Your companion, the beautiful magician lady, has also been invited to the manor.

Surprisingly, this isn't an isolated case!

Samael and Morgan exchanged a glance, their pupils contracting slightly, and they instinctively quickened their pace.

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Chapter Fifteen: The Great Crisis in Britain

Standing before the somewhat old and weathered manor, Morgan walked slower and slower, eventually stopping by the roadside with a hint of hesitation on his face.

"I suddenly remembered that I have other things to take care of, so I can't keep our appointment."

"Right……"

Samael didn't ask any further questions, only smiled and nodded, glancing at the two children before stroking his chin in thought.

"It's indeed inconvenient to bring these two little ones along, so I'd appreciate it if you could return the abducted baby girl to her parents first."

Besides, Bagst isn't really in a good position to show his face. If you're free after you're done, why don't you go to the hostel two blocks ahead, turn left, and wait for me there?

"Coincidentally, I have some things I need to ask you about."

As they spoke, the ancient snake tossed out the key in its hand. Morgan, somewhat dazed, took it as if possessed, his mind reeling.

Mingming, I just didn't want to have anything to do with that old man Hector. When did I start thinking so much?

Only when Samael's figure gradually disappeared into the manor did the witch, who was holding two children on either side, begin to wake up from her dream.

Well, since the purpose is to investigate the cause of the great calamity anyway, I'll stay in Cornwall for a few days.

After all, being with this guy made her feel unusually relaxed.

Morgan shook his head slightly and turned to leave, a faint smile unconsciously curving his lips.

Inside the manor, Samael glanced back at the figure heading towards the neighborhood ravaged by the previous night's disaster and smiled faintly.

Many things are better left unsaid; that's how you become friends.

And so, they've made contact.

"My lord knight, please hurry up and leave. Sir Hector and the others are waiting for you."

Seeing that Samael had stopped again, the anxious captain of the guards, disregarding etiquette, immediately dragged the powerful man who had shown his prowess the night before to the council hall with a worried expression.

Along the way, the ancient snake, despite being urged to move quickly, still found time to appreciate the architecture and style of the manor with great interest, making its own comments and assessments, showing little sign of tension.

After all, he had long been accustomed to great storms, and this little trouble, no matter how difficult, was not a matter of life or death.

Looking around, the marble-paved road is somewhat mottled, with moss and weeds growing in the gaps. The castle, which retains the structure of Roman columns, is ancient and majestic, but its dilapidated state has diluted the sense of oppression.

The freely growing flowers and plants, and the window frames draped with vines, exude a natural charm and a sense of tranquility.

This is Tintagil Castle, formerly the estate of the Duke of Cornwall and the birthplace of King Arthur.

Back then, after the Duke of Cornwall died in battle while fighting abroad, Merlin and King Uther used the widowed Duchess Igna's body, which was suitable for continuing the mysterious pure bloodline, to conceive a child named "Artoria" through conceptual conception.

However, as soon as the child was born, his birth mother, Igina, entrusted him to Merlin's care, and Merlin then handed him over to Sir Hector, an old knight in Cornwall, for adoption.

As for that duchess...

The price one pays for giving birth to a bloodline of such high caliber as the "King of Men" as an ordinary person is unimaginable.

The child who was sent away from Tintagil Castle never saw his birth mother again. He was burdened with his predetermined mission and embarked on the path to becoming king, with no turning back.

As time has passed, Samael can no longer know whether the former duchess gave birth to the eternal king who was destined to lead Britain to prosperity, whether it was voluntary, a transaction, or forced.

But now it seems that Cornwall's glory is gone forever.

Now, the person who has taken over the administration of Cornwall from the Duke of Cornwall is Sir Hector, the adoptive father of the Knight King Artoria.

After navigating a winding, secluded path, Samael finally saw the old knight in person.

"The situation was urgent, so I had to take the liberty of inviting you. I'm so glad you finally came. Please accept this old man's gratitude."

In the open-air pavilion guarded by soldiers, one could hear the person before seeing them—a loud and hearty laugh that sounded genuine and unpretentious.

The old knight, dressed in light armor and a coarse cloth coat, with large knuckles, showed no airs of a county magistrate. He took the initiative to descend the steps, solemnly took Samael's arm, and led him into the pavilion.

Samael noticed that Sir Hector smelled of earth, his face was dark and withered, clearly having been exposed to the elements for a long time, his knuckles were large, and a thick layer of calluses had formed between his thumb and forefinger.

The rough texture of the skin made the ancient snake feel inexplicably close and relaxed.

These are not only hands that wield swords, but also hands that farm.

The meeting was held inside the pavilion, a simple yet bright space.

The old knight, who had actually replaced the Duke of Cornwall, had no intention of taking over the castle.

Preserving the old-fashioned appearance is also a way of respecting and remembering the former lord.

Clearly, even though this old knight raised the new king of Britain, he never changed his original intention and always adhered to his chivalrous code.

It's no wonder that his son, Kai, later became his adopted sister, Artoria's, most reliable support, handling even the most mundane administrative tasks like resource allocation with remarkable efficiency.

Legend has it that King Arthur had no concept of military spending, while Kai was able to ensure that not a single nail was wasted. He was the only person Artoria could completely trust and entrust with the rear.

Even as the Knights of the Round Table crumbled due to internal strife, this knight remained steadfast in his loyalty to his lord, serving him to the very end.

Sadly, at the end of his life, the big-mouthed, sharp-tongued knight who fell before the Battle of Camlann, the kind-hearted man everyone trusted, and the gentle sworn brother, ultimately failed to see Artoria one last time.

Those Knights of the Round Table, blessed with mysterious powers and possessing extraordinary strength, certainly wrote many popular legends, standing in the sunlight, enjoying cheers and attention.

This father and son, who seemed unremarkable in terms of achievements, were the ones who doted on and cared for Artoria the most. They were the ones who worked diligently in agriculture and governance, stabilizing the foundation of the country.

Yes, it's Artoria, whom they regard as their daughter and sister.

Rather than King Arthur, a mere machine that guided Britain's prosperity.