Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In one possible future scenario, because the six primordial fairies slacked off at their work and failed to forge the Star Sword on time, the gods were unable to stop the arrival of the wandering star, resulting in the destruction of surface civilizations and the survival of only the fairies.

The horned god Cernunus descended to the surface of the earth, hoping the nymphs would repent. However, these nymphs, tired of his advice, tricked Cernunus into drinking poisoned wine, successfully killing him.

Later, just as the newly born humans and fairies were about to form a truce and alliance, another cup of poisoned wine killed the leader of the human alliance, causing chaos in the world.

Therefore, before they arrived, Samael gave Morgan and Meli a heads-up, and the three of them were already on guard given the fairy's wicked nature.

As expected, they witnessed this traditional skill of the fairies.

However, Favor, who was on the other side, was such a terrible actor that he rushed in and urged them to have tea as soon as he entered.

Samael was deeply resentful of this.

If you're going to put on a good show, the dwarf-type lifeform should at least be offering drinks.

"Alright, let's end the game here and return it to its rightful owner."

The ancient serpent shook its head playfully, and as it cleaved its fingers, a resounding clang filled the forging chamber where the fire flickered. The holy sword, hidden by Favor, transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly piercing through the stone wall, breaking through layers of incantations, and falling into its master's hands.

"You robbers! Thieves! Don't even think about taking it from me!"

Seeing the Holy Sword change hands, Favor's eyes turned red with rage and he roared. He immediately brandished his short-handled forging hammer and charged towards the opposite side with a scream. Under the bombardment of ether and immense force, the cedar table instantly turned to dust.

When did my sword become yours?

Indeed, you can't understand a fairy's thought process from a normal person's perspective.

Samael silently rubbed his forehead with one hand, not even looking at the others, and casually swung his sword with his right hand.

"boom!"

In an instant, a sickeningly loud clang of metal filled the entire living room, and a fierce etheric storm created visible distortions in the air.

The bricks and stones within the area were peeled off layer by layer and then crushed; tables, chairs, cups and other utensils were all disintegrated.

The next moment, the imposing Earth Clan Chief, gripping half a hammer handle, thrust it like a cannonball into the granite wall inscribed with layers of defensive spells.

Meanwhile, Morgan and Meryl, standing nearby, also activated a magical barrier with perfect coordination, isolating the underground workshop from any movement.

"Honestly, if you want to rob someone outright, you should at least consider your own worth."

Samael lightly wiped the blade of his sword, shaking his head and muttering a complaint.

"My baby! My baby!"

But as the sword light shone, Favor on the wall roared like a madman, his face contorted in a ferocious expression, and the boiling ether turned into thick, inky black smoke, swirling and churning.

Gradually, as his most cherished possession was taken away, the earth clan chief's crimson pupils turned completely black, his eyes filled only with endless fervor and madness for the holy sword, struggling and threatening.

"You need my strength to give me back my treasure!"

"Yes, we need your strength, but I never said... we need your people..."

Samael stroked his chin, staring straight ahead, a strange curve forming at the corner of his lips.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Previously complacent Favor felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Samael smiled and offered half of his body, whispering softly.

"Baghster, dinner's ready..."

Suddenly, a half-grown, heterochromatic-eyed, blond-haired baby, with drool dripping from the corner of its mouth, wobbled over with unsteady steps.

Favor struggled frantically, his eyes filled with despair.

Under the flickering firelight, the small shadow gradually lengthened, like a black hound feeding, completely enveloping the wriggling, struggling food!

Chapter Fifty-Two: I do not agree to this marriage!

The Great Cathedral, in the courtyard.

"One more!"

On the large dining table piled high with cups and plates, a figure almost buried under the dishes, with a mouthful of rice on his lips, tossed the last empty bowl aside to fill the gap on the table, and then made a bold request.

"Ten beef legs, twenty pies, a few side dishes, all with meat, and three buckets of rice."

Samael coughed slightly, gave an awkward but polite smile, and gave the order to the dumbfounded wind fairy maid.

"She eats so much, meow!"

"Hmm, more than the village's monthly output..."

"What a glutton!"

The three little girls, Habertlot, Freya, and Bavanshi, huddled together nearby, secretly observing and chattering amongst themselves.

However, this did not affect the blonde girl's determination to eat.

The food that was served one after another was devoured by the blonde girl in her almost bottomless stomach, leaving her fair belly without the slightest ripple.

Even Morgan and Meryl couldn't help but twitch their cheeks slightly.

"It's alright. This is probably a side effect of absorbing that ability. These symptoms may lessen in the future."

Samael forced himself to remain calm and explained with a dry cough.

The blonde, heterochromatic-eyed girl in front of me, who looked like she hadn't eaten in eight lifetimes and was diligently eating, was none other than Bagst from before.

However, the little girl who was once 70-80cm tall has grown to about 1.5 meters tall and has developed an extraordinary appetite.

Dog Demon belongs to the Fang Clan. It is a mutated fairy among fairies and also a fairy that devours other fairies.

According to Samael's memories, in an uncertain future, Bagst devoured the hidden chieftain of the Earth Clan, Favor, and thus obtained his power, which helped resolve the "Calamity of Insects" facing the Fairy Kingdom, and he was then bestowed the title of Fairy Knight.

That's why Samael brought Bagst along to meet the obviously dishonest chieftain of the Earth Clan.

From the very beginning, he had prepared for both possibilities based on divine revelation.

If Favor is smart enough to obey, then turn a blind eye to what happened before and barely spare his life.

If this guy remains stubborn, then give Bagst a treat and let the little guy in his arms gain Favor's abilities.

However, what the ancient serpent didn't expect was that Bagst's "gluttonous" trait was due to the influence of the dog demon bloodline after he grew up.

But who knows, this girl devoured the Earth Clan Chief Favor and absorbed his power, resulting in such a huge change.

But thinking about it carefully, it does seem to make some sense.

The Earth Clan Chief's talent lies in the ability to devour and purify the earth, which in turn amplifies Bagst's appetite.

Bagst has already eaten seven or eight meals and shows no sign of stopping to rest, making Samael exclaim that he can't afford to feed him.

Fortunately, Aurora, the big spender, paid the bill; otherwise, Bagst's meal would have used up all the rations they had prepared.

Are there any other potential risks?

Morgan stood up and looked down at his ally with a hint of suspicion and scrutiny in his eyes.

"Probably, maybe, that's it..."

The ancient snake glanced at the blonde, heterochromatic-eyed girl who was still wolfing down her food and was about to finish off the whole table, and felt inexplicably guilty.

If I remember correctly, as Bagst grew up, in addition to having an insatiable appetite, his sex drive also increased dramatically, and he even seemed to have a hidden fetish of eating the people he loved.

Surely these can't all be hidden dangers left over from the swallowing of Favor?

Definitely not! I'm innocent!

Samael subconsciously hypnotized himself, putting his doubts aside. He then put on a smile, sat down next to Bagst who was engrossed in eating, and diligently peeled a plate of shrimp for her, speaking in a gentle tone.

"Don't rush, eat slowly. If it's not enough, I'll have Aurora bring more."

Bagst put a plate of shrimp into his mouth, wiped his lips, smiled gratefully, and politely declined.

"No need, Father, I'm full."

"Father...Father? There's no father here."

Before the stunned Samael could speak, Bavanshi, who was equally astonished, jumped out to refute him.

"Yes, this is my father, and this is my mother. I vaguely remember that they raised me!"

Bagst sniffed, seemingly finding a familiar scent, and grabbed Samael and Morgan's wrists with both hands, answering decisively.

"Fool, Samael is our teacher, not Mother's husband!"

As a die-hard Morgan fan, in order to maintain her mother's perfect image, Bavanshi angrily raised her finger to correct her.

"No, I remember they slept together, that's an intimate act that only married couples do!"

Bagst thought for a moment, then answered seriously with a solemn expression.

When Bawanshi heard this secret that she didn't know, her little face stiffened, and she glared fiercely at Samael, her little fists clenched tightly, and her fine teeth chattered.

"You actually laid a hand on Mother behind my back! How despicable!"

"No, listen to me..."

Just as Samael was about to explain, Freya mustered her courage and voiced her support.

"Samael is a very good person too!"

"That's right, Father and Mother are the perfect match."

Baggis nodded, looking completely at ease.

"Huh? Did I misjudge her? Morgan clearly has no bridal charm, yet she managed to get married. Well, never mind, do you need me to help you rush out a wedding dress?"

Habertrot couldn't help but stick her head out, waving her spindle to join in the fun, hoping that her professional skills could come in handy.

"Marriage? There's wine involved, right? I can be in charge of scattering the confetti!"

The old drunkard, Merry, habitually stirred up trouble and took advantage of the situation.

"I strongly disagree with this marriage!"

Bawanshi, who had been led astray, puffed up her cheeks angrily and raised her arms in protest.

However, in comparison, it appears to be outnumbered and isolated.

"That's enough! We can talk about this later!"

Amidst the commotion, the witch, unable to bear it any longer, coldly rebuked her.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a series of strange gazes focused on Morgan.

Morgan snapped out of his daze, his body stiffening involuntarily. Realizing what was happening, he coughed and added.

"Don't mention it again! I have my own plans for my own life!"

Upon hearing this, Bawanshi couldn't help but feel smug.

"Hmph, you wicked fellow who persecuted me, don't even think about taking advantage of Mother!"

"What's there to be proud of? Mother hasn't admitted it, but she hasn't denied it either. In my opinion..."

Bagst crossed his arms and retorted sharply.

"Bavanshi, have you learned all the Oganshuwen today?"

"what?"

"Not finished writing? Go back and write it 100 times! And you, Bagst, after you've digested your food, go to the loom and learn properly from Habetroth how to control your powers!"

"I...weave cloth?"

"100 horses!"

"..."

Instantly, under Morgan's imposing gaze, the two arguing adopted daughters fell silent and shrank back.

At the same time, the witch's gaze slowly swept over them.

Even through the veil, the other accomplices couldn't help but shudder and hurriedly tried to clear themselves of any wrongdoing.

"Teaching Bagst to weave, right? No problem, meow, right away!"

"I...I need to pack my things..."

Meanwhile, Mary, who was hiding in the corner, had already sensed that things were not going well and slipped out of the courtyard gate first.

In a moment, the once noisy courtyard became deathly silent and empty. Morgan turned to look at his ally beside him, his brow furrowing and creased, before finally hesitating and moving his lips.