Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I……"

"We'll talk about things later if we haven't thought them through yet."

However, before Morgan could speak, the man opposite him stood up, stretched his limbs, winked, and extended an invitation with a smile.

"If you're bored, how about you come with me to meet someone?"

"who is it?"

Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling inexplicably much better. His brow relaxed, and he stood up and casually asked a question.

Samael twirled a crudely made teacup between his fingers and smiled meaningfully.

"You'll know when we get there..."

That teacup looks familiar...

It was the one Favor gave him...

Chapter 53: All Breasts Grow, No Brains (3/3)

The Great Cathedral, the reception room.

Aurora was taken aback when she saw the three visitors. After regaining her senses, she quickly dismissed the servants around her and went to greet them respectfully.

"M-Sir, what brings you here?"

"Thank you for taking care of us these past few days. Now that we've finished our business, it's almost time for us to say goodbye, so we came to visit you."

Samael glanced at the entertainer, Melly, who had quietly followed behind, then turned to look at Aurora with a bright smile on his face.

"Ah, you're too kind. It's my pleasure to serve you."

The blonde fairy bowed her head in a gesture of flattery, her fair skin undulating and almost bursting forth, making Samael dizzy.

Fortunately, the person was experienced and quickly recovered, calmed down, gently helped Aurora up, and spoke leisurely.

"To express my gratitude, since I really don't have any decent gifts, I'll just..."

Aether flowed through the air, and shimmering runes outlined a magic circle that led directly to the private space.

Samael's fingers probed into her, his smiling vertical pupils looking at Aurora's elegant and intellectual face.

"...How about I offer you a cup of tea?"

As they spoke, a rough cup filled with tea was handed to the chieftain of the Wind Clan.

However, when Aurora saw the pale green liquid swaying in the glass, her pupils contracted sharply, her face turned as if she had seen a ghost, and she retreated repeatedly.

"Why are you so excited? It's not poisonous."

Samael rolled his eyes at Aurora, picked up his cup, and took a small sip as proof.

Aurora patted her chest with a sigh of relief, but before her heart could settle, the man had already put down his cup and looked over with interest, his narrowed snake eyes almost shrinking into a sharp sword mark.

"However, I've heard that wind fairies are quite skilled at making poisons?"

"No...it wasn't me! I don't know anything! Your Honor, please see the truth!"

Aurora immediately turned pale and hurriedly waved her hands to prove herself.

"I haven't said anything yet, and you already know? It seems this matter is indeed related to you."

Samael played a long, drawn-out tune, his expression playful and amused.

"..."

Aurora instantly realized her slip of the tongue, and her face stiffened.

run!

The next moment, Aurora displayed the ultimate speed as a wind fairy, turning around and running wildly towards the gate without hesitation.

Buzz!

However, the surrounding ether trembled, and runes and organ tree runes overlapped and emerged, forming a dense spatial array. The spreading ripples created a pressure of tens of thousands of tons.

Aurora, who was flapping her wings wildly, suddenly fell from mid-air like a butterfly caught in a spider web. Under the combined suppression of Mary and Morgan, who were prepared in advance, she could hardly move an inch.

"Tsk, he self-destructed so quickly. He's all brawn and no brains." Samael strolled forward leisurely, shook his head, and looked disappointed.

Earth fairies are skilled in forging and construction, so it's understandable that their chief, Favor, would carry a forging hammer when he goes out. But why would such a dwarf-like creature carry poison around all the time?

In just one day, they managed to obtain a poison that could probably overpower even a Grandmother-level fairy. Anyone with a brain knows that this must be related to the wind fairy, who is skilled in poison making and alchemy.

Currently, the only entity capable of providing these items is basically the Great Cathedral.

Therefore, after coming out of the underground workshop, Samael naturally became suspicious of Aurora, so before leaving, he stopped by to try and swindle her.

As a result, in less than three sentences, the woman confessed everything, both what she should and shouldn't have said.

I really don't know if the psychological trauma I left on Aurora was too severe, making her at a loss, or if this woman's talent is all in her breasts and looks, and she speaks without thinking.

"My lord, please let me explain, I...I am innocent..."

As the demon approached, Aurora trembled violently, sweating profusely, and frantically racked her brains, trying to come up with a plausible explanation.

Samael nodded, seemingly agreeing with Aurora's statement, but the moment he turned around, a ferocious smile appeared on his lips as he spoke mockingly to the two spellcasters who were proficient in illusions and dreams.

“Morgan, Meryl, as I said before, entertain our Wind Clan Chief and help her prove her innocence.”

"No! I don't want to go in!"

Upon hearing this, Aurora turned pale and screamed as she struggled.

However, as the two spellcasters struck the ground with their wands, everything began to distort and change wherever the blue-black and purple-red ripples passed.

At the same time, an unbearable itch spread, and Aurora subconsciously wanted to scratch. However, as soon as she stretched out her fingers, her originally jade-like fingers had somehow become twisted into a tangled mass of flesh and blood, like intertwined tree roots.

Looking down, the scene is even more terrifying.

Reflected in the mirror, Aurora's once beautiful long golden hair resembled countless swimming lampreys, her limbs were like the spreading branches of a banyan tree, fused with her flesh and blood. Her head was completely disfigured, leaving only a mouth full of tiny, sharp teeth. Clumps of rotting flesh, dripping with mucus, proliferated and wriggled from various parts of her body, and hundreds of frantically blinking eyeballs squeezed out from her skin, moving and shifting erratically.

Even knowing it was an illusion, a fabrication, the indescribable fear still brought Aurora endless terror and madness.

Outside the reception room, Samael listened intently to the incessant wailing and howling coming from inside, a smile playing on his lips as he sipped his tea with amusement.

Only after he had leisurely finished his fifth cup of wine did a soft knock come from inside the closed door.

Fifteen minutes? Not bad stamina, you've improved.

The ancient snake's lips curled into a malicious grin before it pushed open the door and entered.

The once noble and elegant chieftain of the Wind Fairy Clan now resembles a stranded fish on a beach, with snot streaming down his face, unfocused pupils, and glistening saliva at the corners of his mouth. His expression is blank and broken, and his body, limp on the ground, trembles and writhes like a boneless earthworm.

"My lord! No! I was wrong! Please forgive me, I'll never do it again!"

Upon seeing Samael enter, Aurora, who was whipping herself on the floor, instantly sprang to her feet and, with lightning speed, clung tightly to the leg of her creator, weeping bitterly with snot and tears streaming down her face.

"how's it going?"

Samael glanced at it, twirling his teacup with his fingertips, and casually asked.

“They’ve all confessed. Favor did indeed buy the poison from the Grand Cathedral, but Aurora didn’t have any direct contact with him. In a sense, she’s innocent.”

Mary responded with a grin, her face showing delight at the amusing scene.

"In a sense?"

Samael raised an eyebrow, and the swirling teacup stopped immediately.

"Although she didn't directly collude with Favor, she vaguely guessed his plan and secretly sold the Wind Clan's prized creation at a low price to the Earth Clan chief who came to buy the potent poison..."

Morgan looked down at Aurora, who was convulsing and writhing on the ground, refusing to get up, with disdain.

“You’ve never told me about this before…”

Samael sighed softly, his eyes filled with a profound meaning.

"Sir, it was all Favor's doing! I did nothing! Someone framed me; I'm innocent!"

Aurora trembled, hastily trying to defend herself, her face full of grievance.

"Did you not do it, or did you want to do it but didn't dare to?"

Samael's smiling question instantly left the guilty Aurora speechless, her face stiffening and her tongue trembling.

She wasn't stupid. The one in front of her was the creator who had killed the predatory star and was guarding the tombs of the gods. He was basically a top-tier being on the planet.

Adding to the psychological trauma left by the solitary confinement, even though being controlled made Aurora quite unhappy, she really didn't have the guts to directly poison this person.

But not having done it before doesn't mean you don't want to do it.

For example, this time, tacitly allowing Favor to be given a potent poison is tantamount to giving that idiot a knife to test the strength of the monster in front of him.

No matter the outcome, she won't lose out.

However, Aurora thought she had done everything perfectly, but who could have imagined that the monster would come knocking on her door in just half a day.

"Those who know about such matters but fail to report them are guilty of the same crime as treasoners..."

Just as Aurora was in a daze, Samael spoke softly, leisurely announcing the verdict.

"Morgan, Meryl, let's just throw her in the dark room."

"No! I won't go! I'd rather die than go!"

Aurora snapped out of her daze, her face turning deathly pale. She clung tightly to Samael's leg, wailing.

The scene was so moving that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard about it and saddened anyone who saw it.

Chapter 54 In the Name of GEASS

Just as Samael was about to give this restless woman some more time to cool off, he faintly heard a pattering sound.

A suspicious water stain appeared on the floor below Aurora.

Seeing this, Samael's lips twitched slightly, knowing that the woman was terrified to the extreme.

Having been given a sufficient warning, Samael slowly raised his hand and hummed softly.

"You don't have to go in if you don't want to, just relax and don't resist!"

Things took a turn for the better. Aurora, who was at her wit's end, suddenly had a strong will to survive burst forth from her lifeless eyes. She hurriedly closed her eyes and obediently obeyed orders.

Samael flicked his finger, and a drop of crimson blood seeped through her clothes and landed on Aurora's smooth abdomen.

A stinging pain seeped into flesh and soul, and the bloodstains spread and diffused.

In a daze, some mysterious connection was established between the two.

Aurora lifted her shirt and saw the red and black brand on her lower abdomen, which was shaped like an ouroboros and was formed by dozens of mysterious runes. Her pupils narrowed and she murmured subconsciously.

GEASS?

This thing was originally called Geis, and its plural form can be spelled Gease or Geass. It is a mysterious magical prohibition that is prevalent in the Norse, Irish, and Celtic mythological systems. It can be translated as "prohibition", "command", or "oath".

Whether one voluntarily swears an oath to GEASS, or someone else uses magic or an oath to establish GEASS, it is essentially an inviolable taboo for the person being afflicted.

Once violated, a tragic end is inevitable.

Legend has it that the more complex the composition of this substance, the stronger its binding effect.

The mark etched on his body seemed to be a deadly contract directly established on his soul.

Aurora vaguely sensed that if she dared to have any disrespectful thoughts towards the monster in front of her, she would be punished accordingly.

The consequences range from minor physical pain to severe descent into a terrifying illusion, becoming an eternal prisoner.

It could be said that her life and death were entirely in the hands of this man, and she had no room to resist.

This is practically a devil's contract.

Completed!

Samael lowered his fingertips, looked at his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

Speaking of which, it was Scáthach who taught him how to imprint GEASS.

However, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom had never taught him how to inscribe a talisman on the area where the recipient was nurturing life.

Hmm, I must say, it does look a bit like that thing.

Samael stroked his chin, admiring the unique symbol on Aurora's lower abdomen, a pleased smile playing on his lips, as his mind conjured up a scene unsuitable for children.