Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Alright, considering your previous help (forging the holy sword) and your diligent assistance this time, I'll let bygones be bygones for now. Get up."

"My lord, I really didn't do it..."

Finally, the heavenly pardon calmed Aurora's anxious heart, but she couldn't help but cry and whine, making a few resentful attempts to justify her lost freedom.

"You should be glad. If you really did it, you wouldn't have the chance to come out here and waste your breath on me."

Samael crossed his arms and sneered, making his stance clear. He glanced at Aurora again with a meaningful look.

"Where is Favor?"

"He has disappeared, and he will remain missing forever!"

"I heard that you took in many humans who entered the Nameless Forest? And even auctioned off their usage rights?"

"I'll shut down this business immediately and release them all!"

Aurora snapped to attention and hurriedly replied, displaying a fawning expression like a puppy wagging its tail and circling its owner's lap.

No matter how precious humans are, they are not as precious as one's own life.

Having learned her lesson, Aurora has clearly realized that the only way out is to frantically lick the monster before her.

Only by making him feel good can I have a good life.

As for resistance, haha, that idiot Favor is now completely gone, and his own head is no harder than the fragments of the consuming planet.

Besides, things have come to this point, and a mandatory subordination contract has been entered into between them. Their lives are now in the hands of this powerful figure, making them nothing more than fish on a chopping board. They can do whatever they want with him.

"Releasing them all is unnecessary. Just let those who want to leave go. Some of them may not be doing any better than they did in the Nameless Forest."

Samael's tone softened, and he paused softly.

Hearing that a portion of the humans who volunteered to stay could be spared, Aurora felt much better, and her gaze towards Samael revealed a hint of gratitude.

His Majesty is still quite reasonable.

However, the thought of losing so many humans that she had painstakingly collected was still somewhat painful for Aurora.

Fairies are better at simple stacking and copying, while human creativity is unparalleled.

It was precisely because of its control over a large number of humans that the Grand Cathedral rose to become the fashion capital of the six major clans and wielded significant influence.

But then, a booklet was thrown into Aurora's arms.

"There are so many things to enjoy, what fun is there for humans? This is something I jotted down in my spare time. If you can reconstruct a dozen or so of the things in it, you could play with it for hundreds of years without getting tired of it."

Samael, who had noticed Aurora's unusual behavior at some point, tossed out the booklet and pondered softly.

The wind sprite cautiously opened the cover, quickly scanning the divine runes inside. Her tense emotions gradually calmed down, and her amber eyes shone even brighter and more fervently, as if she had unearthed an endless treasure.

The contents contain some fragments of information, while others are detailed accounts.

The content was incredibly diverse, ranging from avant-garde concepts like wing beauty pageants and fashion shows; to novel forms of entertainment such as chess competitions and card games; and even rough sketches of amusement rides and rough scripts for stage plays…

To sum it up simply in two words, it's "fashion" and "entertainment".

This unassuming item is precisely what makes up for the cultural and creative advantages of the Grand Cathedral after the loss of humankind.

No, not only that!

Whoever possesses this booklet will have the ultimate treasure to guide the fashion and entertainment trends of the fairy kingdom for a hundred, or even a thousand years, and will even have the power to define what "fashion" truly is!

As the trendsetter, Aurora will once again become a fashion icon that sweeps the fairy world!

After some deep thought, Aurora, with her keen sense of fun as a fairy, wholeheartedly cast a flirtatious glance at her master, her eyes filled with an indescribable fervor and adoration, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

His Majesty is such a good person!

Seeing that Aurora was about to approach, Samael caught a glimpse of two intertwined shadows behind him out of the corner of his eye, and with a righteous air, he quickly withdrew.

"Alright, take your time to figure it out. My order to you is to behave yourself and don't cause any major trouble in the Nameless Forest!"

Aurora gave her dodging master a resentful look, but wisely left obediently.

After all, for this vain fairy, the contents of the pamphlet were definitely more appealing.

Watching Aurora walk away, Samael clicked his tongue meaningfully.

Sure enough, the carrot and stick strategy worked.

After this reprimand, with Geass keeping her in check, and the allure of that booklet, Aurora is unlikely to cause trouble for at least several centuries.

Fairies are beings born to pursue pleasure, and it will take them at least a hundred or two hundred years to get tired of everything in the pamphlets.

Fortunately, this period of time also frees him up to completely resolve Camelot's matter.

Otherwise, if he just cleaned up the trouble with the [Sacred Round Table Domain], and then the [Fairy Round Table Domain] popped up in the Nameless Forest, wouldn't that exhaust him to death?

Having finished dealing with the aftermath of the trip, Samael breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and called Morgan and Mary to pack their bags and embark on their journey to Darlington.

Chapter Fifty-Five: The Bad Girl Freya

In the courtyard, in the small kitchen, a sneaky paw cautiously pushed open the window and peered at a plate of crystal-clear food on the stove.

"Snapped!"

Amidst the crisp tapping sound, Freya, who was busy in front of the oven, noticed the intruder. She immediately grabbed the spatula and slapped it against the back of Freya's fair hand, angrily putting her hands on her hips and scolding her.

"Habetrothal, it's not lunchtime yet, don't you dare sneak a bite!"

"What are you making? I've searched all over the Nameless Forest and never seen anything so beautiful and fragrant."

Caught red-handed, the textile fairy awkwardly jumped into the kitchen through the window, staring intently at the glistening, juicy delicacies on the stove, her mouth watering uncontrollably.

“Samael told me that there is a special delicacy among the Saxons called ‘pudding,’ and it took me a long time to recreate it using ingredients from the Nameless Forest.”

Hearing Habertlot's unspoken praise, Freya excitedly picked up the plate and happily introduced the crystal-clear finished product to her few friends.

This child certainly has the right to be proud. After all, the pudding in front of him resembles the kind that Samael tasted in later generations, and even in the 5th century AD, the Saxons had a vague definition of this traditional delicacy.

Furthermore, pudding originally evolved from "pudding pieces" mixed with blood sausage, mainly for filling one's stomach; its taste and appearance can be imagined.

Judging from the finished product alone, Freya's creativity in cooking has surpassed that of most fairies. The level of accuracy is so high that even Samael would be amazed.

Similarly, the sweet aroma made Habertlot's stomach rumble and her mouth water.

"It looks beautiful, but I wonder what it tastes like. How about I try a bite for you? Just one bite, meow!"

"No! This is for Samael!"

Freya quickly and forcefully pushed away Habertrot, who was trying to freeload, and declared righteously.

The once timid little girl is now increasingly confident and lively. Except for certain situations where she might be a little shy, she is generally more willing to express her thoughts.

"Tch, you're so stingy! I'm your good friend!"

Feeling neglected and unfairly treated by its companions, Habeyam protested by waving its little fists.

Freya frowned, thought for a moment, and then answered seriously.

“You are a good friend, but Samael is the best friend.”

Damn it, my status in Freya's heart has actually dropped. You've only known that guy for a few days?

Upon hearing this, Habeymeh squatted down, drawing circles in frustration, her face full of resentment.

"I'm not talking to you anymore. If we wait any longer, the pudding will get cold, and it won't taste good when it's cold."

Freya waved goodbye to her former best friend.

However, just before leaving, the little girl seemed to remember something and turned around to offer some casual words of comfort.

"Don't worry, after I deliver this batch and confirm the quality of the finished product, I'll come back and make some more for you."

"That's pretty much it..."

The easily satisfied Habey cat's expression finally brightened.

"However, yours will probably have to wait a while."

"what?"

"Quite a few people have already made reservations. Let me count, there should be three more orders ahead of you, right? It will probably be your turn after we finish making those."

"..."

Habertrot's mood, which had just begun to improve, became depressed again.

Where do I rank in your heart anyway? Ugh...

After a pleasant and enjoyable conversation, Freya carefully carried the pudding and excitedly ran towards Samael's bedroom, like a butterfly fluttering among flowers.

"Samael! Samael!"

Before she even entered the room, Samael heard Freya's excited shouts and saw Pudding rushing through the door and standing right in front of him.

The little girl's eyes fell on her best friend, who was busy packing her bags by the bedside, and she was stunned.

"Are you going?"

"Well, the matter of the Nameless Forest has been perfectly resolved. Should we set off now?"

Samael smiled and gently answered as he stuffed a few favorite pieces of clothing and some interesting local specialties he had collected from the Grand Cathedral into his bag.

"What about Bavanshi, Bagst, and Habertlot?"

Freya was in a daze for a moment, then bit her cherry lips and asked cautiously.

"Of course they came with us."

Upon hearing this, a wisp of hair on the top of the girl's head drooped down as if it had lost its support, and her eyes, which had just been full of color, dimmed again.

After a moment of silence, Freya seemed to remember something. She clenched her fists, which were gripping the hem of her clothes, raised her small face, and asked expectantly.

"Then...when will you be back?"

Samael, with his back to the girl, paused, a touch of emotion welling up inside him, and shook his head helplessly.

"He probably... won't be coming back..."

My friend...left...and will never come back...

Freya's body trembled, like a broken doll whose soul had been ripped out, and wisps of black mist emanated from her petite figure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have time to say goodbye. It's a bit rushed to inform you now."

Samael tied a knot in the package while expressing his apologies in a gentle tone.

My friend...left...and won't come back...

Freya pursed her lips, muttering to herself in a daze, as if something inside her was collapsing.

But when those amber-colored, dark eyes touched the pudding on the plate, they suddenly regained their luster, and the surrounding black mist surged violently.

No, Pudding, I haven't eaten it yet...

Stay, keep your friends...

Freya slowly raised her head, her eyes radiating a strong longing.

We must keep our friends forever!

In the shifting shadows of the room, a slender arm slowly picked up a kitchen knife and moved step by step toward her best friend, who was lying on the bed with her back turned, completely unsuspecting.

Ding dong…

However, the gleaming knife was raised several times, but eventually slipped from his hand and fell heavily to the ground with a crisp, trembling sound.

As the murder weapon fell off, the black mist surrounding her also dissipated completely.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

The fairy girl, tears streaming down her face, stood rooted to the spot, covering her lips tightly to stifle her sobs, facing away from the retreating figure, repeating her apologies over and over.

Samael turned around, looked at Freya quietly for a moment, then extended his thumb and gently wiped away the little fairy's glistening tears from the corner of her eye, sighing helplessly.

Why didn't you ask us if we wanted you to come along?

"..."

Freya stopped crying and stared blankly at Samael. She saw no blame on his face, only a faint warmth and a touch of pity.

"Silly girl, we're not Murlian, how could we leave you here alone?"

"Waaah, Samael, I'm so sorry! I almost hurt you. Freya is a bad girl! She shouldn't be forgiven!"