Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael gave a cold smile, glanced around, and his gaze paused briefly on a certain spot.

"I gave you all a chance, but you were all useless! 3!"

"Pikeshi!"

"It's Pickish!"

"I saw them secretly throw torches over here!"

Finally, unable to withstand the pressure, the fairies rushed to confess the three culprits.

Is that alright now?

After betraying the culprit hidden within the group, the fairies were utterly terrified of the monster before them and only wanted to get rid of this capricious fellow as soon as possible.

"I see, it should be correct..."

Samael smiled and nodded thoughtfully. In the instant the fairies relaxed, he stomped his right foot hard.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a torrent of ether surged and swept across the land, cracking open terrifying spiderweb-like ravines. The surviving houses in the village collapsed one after another like dominoes, with none spared.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Nobody's more despicable than me!

The fairies, their faces beaming with the joy of surviving a catastrophe, froze completely as they looked back at their houses reduced to rubble. Then, they turned to the demon before them and angrily denounced it.

"We've already said that!"

"They did it, what does it have to do with us!"

"Go find Picky and his gang, why are you bullying us?"

Samael blinked, spread his hands, and looked completely innocent.

"I told you, it only counts if they come forward and admit it themselves. It wasn't you who did it, so what's the point of your accusations?"

"Then why did you bring us here and destroy our houses?"

"I like it..."

I'm crazy...

Hearing this impeccable reason, and seeing the mockery and enjoyment on the demon's face, the fairies were filled with grief and indignation, yet dared not speak out.

You three bastards, why did you provoke this monster?!

Under the intense, murderous gazes, the three culprits who had brought about this calamity were so frightened that they dared not even breathe. As Samael approached, their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

"We meet again. Did you guys make this?"

As the restless fairies parted, three familiar faces appeared before Samael.

As luck would have it, these were the three little creatures that the ancient snake had taught a lesson to, right near the flower field.

They had never suffered a loss, let alone been thwarted by Freya, who was always the one being bullied.

Therefore, upon returning home, he naturally vented his resentment on her house.

Picky is a relatively well-known troublemaker in Cornwall, belonging to a branch of the Winged Fairies, and there are only three Pickys present.

"……Um……"

The smiling inquiry sounded like a demon's roar in the ears of the three culprits, who all turned pale and nodded tremblingly.

Why do this kind of thing?

"It's just... a little... unconvinced..."

The three culprits, their teeth chattering and with nowhere to escape, could only give a dry reply.

"So that's what it was about. You should have said so earlier. If you had been willing to stand up and admit it, the village wouldn't have ended up like this."

Samael raised his hand and patted the three fairies on the shoulders, replying with a smile.

The expected torment and blame did not materialize; instead, there was only regret and unusually magnanimous tolerance.

"Fine, it was just a little prank. I forgive you. Look, everyone's houses are gone, but yours are still here."

The ancient snake clapped its hands with a smile and pointed to the place where the dust and smoke were dissipating.

The three little creatures then noticed that their dwelling was completely undamaged and stood conspicuously amidst the ruins. Overjoyed at surviving the ordeal and finding what they had lost, they were filled with delight.

"Why?!"

At this moment, the fairies who had suffered this undeserved calamity were stunned, and then they were filled with uncontrollable rage.

"I already said that as long as they admit it, I promise I won't pursue the matter. I'm a person of my word!"

Samael looked completely innocent and made a solemn promise.

So instead of finding the culprit, you've turned around and ruined us?!

The fairies were furious, with nowhere to vent their frustration.

"However, I won't pursue this matter. Whether you pursue it or not is none of my business."

But then, the ancient snake narrowed its eyes and its smile became extremely bright.

"After all, if they hadn't insisted on playing pranks, delaying my visit, and then refused to admit it afterwards, dragging the whole village down with them, I wouldn't have needed to get angry at you all. Blame those three jinxes."

After saying this, Samael pulled up Freya, who had been stunned the whole time, and strolled leisurely towards the edge of the village.

After the demon's figure completely disappeared into the misty white fog in the forest, the oppressive aura binding the fairies vanished completely.

Immediately afterwards, one... two... three... hundreds of gazes were cast from all directions.

A suppressed and sinister anger, like a surging river.

The three Pikes felt their hearts clench, as if pricked by thorns, and stared stiffly at their companions who were gathering around them, their faces deathly pale.

On the forest path, Samael paused, listening intently.

"Disaster!"

"A menace!"

"Coward! Why won't you admit what you did!"

"Why do you get to own houses! Our houses are gone! It's all your fault!"

A cacophony of curses, screams, and cries could be faintly heard from the village.

Samael leaned against a tree trunk, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

Social species often share a common characteristic: they tend to unite the majority and suppress a small minority.

Freya was once labeled as an "opponent" and ostracized outsider in this village.

Once this child leaves, this good spot will be vacant, and they'll lose a lot of fun, won't they?

Pranks are not a capital offense, and fighting and killing are too barbaric and pointless.

Therefore, before leaving, Samael thoughtfully divided these fairies into new classes and opposing groups.

It seems that the three little troublemakers, who are the only ones in the village with a house and have been "forgiven," are going to have a very exciting life from now on.

The ancient serpent looked back at the village where the cries seemed to be growing hoarse, and saw three plumes of smoke rising. A hint of mockery appeared in its eyes.

Boom...

In the dilapidated village, the three remaining houses were set on fire by the resentful and frustrated fairies.

Gazing at the towering flames and the gradually collapsing house that blended into the ruins, the fairies were filled with pleasure and schadenfreude.

Now it's fair...

In the woods, Freya looked back at the village's burning firelight, lowered her head, and couldn't help but whisper timidly.

"Isn't this going too far?"

Silly girl, you pity them, but do they pity you?

Samael recalled the bruises on Freya's body and the worry he felt when he discovered the village was on fire. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he smiled and boasted, blatantly lying through his teeth.

"No way! Not only did I keep my promise, but I was also so magnanimous as to forgive them on your behalf. What a wonderful person I am!"

Oh, by the way, what the fairies don't know is...

In fact, as soon as they entered the village, someone had already basically determined the identities of the three criminals.

After all, if three little creatures, who could possibly have a motive and dared to squat nearby admiring their handiwork, appeared in sight, even someone as clever as Samael didn't need to think to know who the culprit was.

The so-called forgiveness and magnanimity, in fact, predetermined the game's ending from the very first moment the fairies entered the village.

"It's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature." He had tried simple lessons, but they were not only useless, but also meaningless.

Since fairies are such a playful race and enjoy watching fun, someone is naturally happy to play along with them.

Kindness and empathy are not suitable for growing here.

Then let's see who's more despicable...

Seeing that Freya was somewhat reluctant, the ancient snake immediately raised its hand and ruffled the girl's head, skillfully changing the subject.

"You can't go to your home, and you probably can't stay in this village either. I won't let you stay either. Come back to the city with me."

"But I have no money..."

Freya was quite tempted, but then blushed slightly.

Samael smiled slightly, unconcerned.

“It’s alright. Since Murlian is going to entertain us, let’s entertain my friends as well.”

Freya hesitated for a moment, but under her good friend's insistence, she had no choice but to nod and obediently follow behind.

Along the way, Samael led Freya by the hand, gazing up at the white mist shrouding the dome of the Nameless Forest, his eyes gleaming faintly.

After a busy day, Gloucester didn't have much to show for it, and he wondered how things were going with Morgan and Meryl.

Meanwhile, in Gloucester, a dilapidated village on the northeast side.

With a creak, a dilapidated door was quietly pushed open by fair fingers. In the moonlight, a cute little girl with pink hair, carrying a basket on her left arm and wearing red heels, carefully slipped into the room.

"dinner time!"

As the cute pink-haired girl placed the basket on the table, the witch, hearing the call, emerged from the darkness, but grabbed the arm that was trying to pull back into its sleeve.

Under the cool moonlight, Morgan's eyes froze as he looked at the new scratches on the child's arm, his voice low and menacing.

“They’ve bullied you again, Bavan Shi…”

"No way! I accidentally cut myself while looking for food!"

"Really?"

"Of course! I'm very popular in the village! I bring smiles to everyone's faces! They all like me!"

The pink-haired little girl made a firm promise, and a hint of pride even appeared on her face.

"OK then."

Morgan observed for a moment, then said nothing more, casually pulling his landlord to the table to dine together.

"By the way, the ether flow around here is not very normal. I'm going to check out the battlefield tomorrow, which will be very dangerous, so it's inconvenient to take you with me."

Are you leaving?

Upon hearing this news, Bawan Shi's breath hitched, and her face was filled with disappointment.

Morgan raised her hand and gently stroked Bavan Shi's slightly messy pink hair, a hint of warmth blooming on her icy face.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. Stay home and hide until I've finished my business."

"Ok!"

The pink-haired girl immediately perked up, nodded happily, and drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile, looking forward to their next reunion.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Skills Learned Through Slacking Off (4.2k)

As night fell, after enjoying a sumptuous dinner, Samael inspected the carts and supplies and then took a walk in the corridor to digest his meal.

Freya, led by her maid Dale, was taken into the bathroom to wash off the filth and change her clothes.