Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After finally overthrowing Britain, even Morgan himself developed a special affection for the Knight King Artoria, and even intended to resurrect his sister who had fallen at Camlann Hill.

Compared to her, even the Black Organization's drinking parties are considered loyal, since at least they're just mixing alcohol with water.

Morgan's camp is full of scum!

Including herself, everyone turned against her and became a double agent.

Even if you don't want to admit it, the facts speak for themselves: Morgan was a complete failure in education.

Her beliefs, both as a mother and as a guide, are seriously flawed.

Similarly, this also includes Bavan Shi, who went from one extreme to the other.

"It's good to become stronger and learn to protect yourself, but that doesn't mean taking pleasure in abusing others or causing trouble out of nothing. Not everyone in this world will give in to her."

Samael looked at the mischievous child who, out of sheer boredom, had run into the yard and continued to wreak havoc on the ants. His gaze was deep, and he pondered with profound meaning.

“We will eventually have to leave the Nameless Forest. If you trust me, hand her over to me before she goes completely astray, and let me teach her how to live a normal life in the human world.”

Sensing the seriousness in those words, Morgan fell silent, and after a long while, he slowly nodded.

"A bunch of ignorant pigs, just as disgusting as that piece of trash who wanted to steal Mother's place, crush them, crush them! Ants gathered in front of the honey... crush them all with my heel!! Hehehe, hehe... ahahahahahaha!"

Just as the adorable girl was having a great time, trying her best to earn her mother's praise, a menacing shadow gradually loomed over her head.

"Tsk, you tasteless bastard, what are you doing here? Get out of the way! Don't get in my way of cleaning up the trash, or I'll beat you up too!"

The fairy-like girl, with heavy eyeshadow and a rebellious and malicious air about her, turned her head with her hands on her hips, looked at the newcomer impatiently, and raised her pink fist in a show of defiance.

Samael walked over with his fingers interlaced, his knuckles cracking. His deep gaze was filled with pleasure, as if he were looking at a silly roe deer that had noticed danger but was still standing there. His smile also blossomed on his face, so bright that it sent chills down one's spine.

"Silly child, just so you know, your good days are over..."

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Marinating Bavan Shi

"Hahaha...it's so itchy! Hahahaha...no! No..."

As night fell, breathless laughter echoed throughout the treehouse, the trembling tone filled with inexplicable grief and indignation.

"Will she be alright?"

Freya, who was passing through the backyard in front of the corridor, couldn't help but stop and tug at Samael's sleeve, asking him with some concern.

"Don't worry, listen to how happy she is, she's definitely fine."

Samael, leaning against a pillar, sipped his mead, a specialty of the fairies, and answered with a smile.

Is she laughing? Why does it feel like she's crying?

Freya was a little confused, but after receiving Samael's assurance, she obediently stopped asking too many questions and instead busied herself packing her bags.

There's no point in staying in Gloucester anymore; they'll be setting off for the Great Cathedral early tomorrow morning.

Seemingly having overheard the surrounding chatter, the laughter that erupted from one of the low-ceilinged huts suddenly turned into intermittent curses.

"Samael! You... bastard! You... bad guy! You pig... hahaha... pig! Just you wait, I won't... let you go! With this... level... you won't... make me... submit! Hahahaha!"

The ancient snake's upturned lips curved into a pleased smile as it sighed in admiration.

"Tsk tsk, fairies are really something else. They've been scolding for half an hour and still have so much energy. Let's add another two hours of punishment. You must hold on, Bawan Xi."

"..."

Suddenly, the noisy commotion in the small house stopped abruptly, like a duck being choked.

"Hahahaha... Waaaaa... Despicable... Shameless... Mother... Mother... Save me!"

A moment later, amidst wild laughter and a trembling, off-key voice, the child bitterly accused someone of bullying and unleashed the unruly child's ultimate weapon—summoning his parents!

"Don't even mention calling you your foster mother, calling you your biological mother won't help. Now that you're under my care, save your energy so you can hold on a little longer."

Samael paid no attention, picked up his wine glass and drank by himself. His mournful cry, which sounded like both crying and laughing, was as melodious as a beautiful piece of music.

Anyway, he and Morgan had already made a pact: Bavan Shi, that scoundrel, was now his student. Given the case of the Knights of the Round Table and his trust in Samael, Morgan wouldn't easily interfere in matters of education.

"I...I'll support you my foot! How dare you...treat me like this! When I get out, I'll definitely...hahaha...I'll definitely not let you get away with this!"

"Holding a grudge and insulting your teachers, you're very brave! 20 minutes overtime!"

"You... Waaah... It itches so much... Get away! Get away! Waaah... When I get out of here, I'll stew you all!"

Bawan Xi, who had been subjected to unknown torture, whimpered and moaned, her voice trembling with pain. Although she did not outwardly show any sign of submission, her curses against the unscrupulous teacher had turned into threats against another perpetrator.

However, under the flickering lights, the executioner, with demonic horns on both sides, disheveled hair, bizarre rectangular pupils, and grayish-white eyes that gleamed eerily in the darkness, only managed to utter a single, confused syllable.

"What?"

Then they buried their heads and licked even more enthusiastically...

Bawan Xi then let out another series of howls that sounded like both crying and laughing.

Eee...

The door opened slightly, and the flickering light shone into the room.

In the dimly lit hut, Bavan Shi was tightly bound to a chair, her legs straight and bound, her long deer hooves drenched in amber honey.

Two goats tethered nearby were following the sweet scent, licking the fairy girl's hooves repeatedly with their rough tongues, scraping honey from them to obtain this rare delicacy.

"mix…"

Under the kind gaze of the Lamp Bearer, Bavan Shi, who was brimming with profanities, suddenly choked on his words.

Who came up with this way of punishing people? It's so despicable! So vicious! This bastard should be trampled to death a thousand times over! A thousand times over!

Although on the surface the fairy girl dared not curse anymore, giving someone an excuse to continue settling personal scores, Bawan Xi, whose anger was soaring, had already cursed the smiling bastard in front of her in her heart.

Immediately, Bawan Xi, whose eyes were almost swollen from crying, sniffled and gave a forced, cold snort.

"Time...time's up, quick...put me down!"

"Who said the time's up? There are still two full hours!"

Samael blinked, shook his head slightly, then gently stroked the two goat hairs' fluffy heads, slowly took out a jar of amber liquid from his pocket, and looked at Bavan Shi with a smile, whose expression was still indignant.

“I was worried there wasn’t enough honey and the birds weren’t full, so I came over and brushed some more on.”

"..."

The fairy girl's tough face instantly turned pale, her skin turned ashen, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes gradually filled with tears as she looked at the culprit in front of her with grief and indignation, with only one clear word reflected in her mind.

Animals!

"Bawan Shi, if you want to beg for mercy, then hurry up and say so."

The ancient snake asked with a smile as it dipped a brush in honey.

The fairy girl, who had been somewhat fearful, suddenly tensed up upon hearing the mocking whispers. With rare courage, she gritted her teeth and uttered harsh words.

"Don't even think about it! Go to hell!"

Samael nodded in satisfaction and gave a thumbs-up to express his appreciation.

"Well done! You can play a boring game like teasing ants with honey for four or five hours during the day. This is nothing! Keep it up! I believe in you!"

To show his encouragement, the man carefully began to brush sauce onto the pair of white and pink deer hooves, and generously used an entire jar of honey.

Yes, it's shiny and the color is even, perfect!

A moment later, the snake placed the successfully marinated deer hoof down, and incidentally...

Two more sheep were brought in from outside...

As the door was closed inch by inch, Bawan Xi, who had been somewhat tough, turned ashen-faced and her eyes became vacant upon hearing the eerie "baa" sound.

Immediately afterwards, a mournful cry, seemingly both crying and laughing, came again from the small dark room, gradually turning from high-pitched to weak.

The words uttered changed again and again as time went by.

fifteen minutes later

"Samael! Bastard... Haha... Beast... Waaah... I'll never let you go..."

Forty minutes later

"Haha... Stop licking, it tickles, it tickles... Waaah... Mother... I can't take it anymore... Get me out of here, I'll never do it again..."

after an hour.

"Hahahaha...no...let me out...Waaaaah...I know I was wrong...I was wrong..."

"Waaah... I was wrong... I'll never do it again, help! Help! Teacher! Teacher Samael!"

After being tortured for more than an hour, Bavan Shi's will crumbled, his psychological defenses completely collapsed, and he cried out for mercy.

Finally, the soft sound of the door opening, like heavenly music, reached the ears of the tormented fairy girl, causing a glimmer of light to shine in her empty eyes.

The corpse-lying Bawan Shi seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, and a strong will to survive burst forth in her eyes.

"Alright, seeing how sincere you are, let's end the punishment early..."

With a helpless sigh, the restraints on his hands and feet were released.

Like a startled quail, Bavan Shi immediately rushed into Samael's arms.

Only when she was with this "teacher" could she feel a sense of security.

However, having exhausted the fairy girl's strength by resisting the maddening itching, she could barely stand up. Her reddened feet were stinging, and because her limbs were weak, she collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Samael caught the little girl in time, preventing her from falling.

As he fell into that warm embrace, Bavan Shi clung tightly to Samael's waist, refusing to let go. Overwhelmed with grievance, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Meanwhile, in a daze, Bavan Shi was helped to sit down in a chair.

When she came to her senses, she was shocked to see the former demon squatting down, wiping her slightly swollen little feet with a magic potion, and putting a pair of shoes on them.

They were a pair of beautiful red shoes, and the fairy girl was instantly attracted to them.

"Sigh, if you had been this obedient earlier, none of this would have happened..."

Amidst heartfelt words of comfort, warm fingers gently touched the girl's head.

Bawan Xi paused, nodded in agreement, then closed her eyes and snuggled into her teacher's arms, unable to resist her exhaustion any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

The sense of security that followed the dramatic ups and downs of her emotions brought a strange sense of ease and dependence to the little girl's tear-streaked face.

Chapter Forty: The Teachings Are a Great Success!

"Samael, Samael, how do you see things now?"

"You have no manners! You should call me teacher!"

"I know, I know, it's so annoying, hurry up and watch!"

"Hmm, this one looks simple and fitted. Judging from the pattern and style, it seems to be inspired by Roman boots. It would be suitable to pair with riding breeches, short skirts, jackets, and other neat and crisp outfits. However, the front is too blunt, making it look a bit bulky. How about trying one that's more fitted?"

"Great idea! How about this one?"

"Full of curves, a glossy design, and the material you've chosen is... lambskin? It looks elegant yet understated, full of dynamism, not bad at all. What's it called?"

"Hmm, I'll name this one—Black Butterfly!"

Early in the morning, a burst of chattering voices came from the pavilion. Two figures, one tall and one short, sat around a stone table, engaging in a heated discussion about a pile of paper manuscripts.

So engrossed in their own world, the two didn’t even notice Morgan’s approach.

The witch reached out and picked up several pieces of discarded manuscript paper scattered around the stone table. She spread them out and examined them closely, immediately recognizing them as design drawings for different styles of shoes.

The novel concepts of high heels, animal skin, patterns, curved surfaces, and glossy surfaces create a timeless aesthetic.

Upon catching a glimpse of Morgan's arrival out of the corner of his eye, Bavan Shi immediately jumped off his chair, grabbed Samael's arm as usual, and excitedly ran towards Morgan.

The witch stopped in her tracks, looking down at the tightly clasped fingers, momentarily stunned.

When did they become so close?

It seems like only one night has passed...

"Mother mother..."

The fairy girl stopped in front of Morgan, lifted the hem of her skirt, and gave an awkward courtly bow. Maintaining a somewhat awkward posture, she revealed her very conspicuous red shoes below, and proudly raised her head, full of smugness.

"Yes, it's beautiful, and it suits you very well..."