Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In an instant, the shockwave swept across the flowers and trees like a whirlwind, leaving behind a trail of destruction. Ether radiated outwards, bombarding the surroundings, causing grass to fly and raising bursts of green mud.

Not far away, Samael and Morgan watched the game while drinking hot tea at a stone table, treating it as if it were a children's game.

In any case, the [Sealed Court] barrier magic had been set up in advance here, so no matter what Bagst and Melusin did, the noise wouldn't reach the outside.

The ancient serpent glanced at the witch's stunning profile, its eyes flashing.

Since defeating Vortigern, Morgan's magic has improved considerably, and he was able to easily suppress the magical clash between the two future fairy knights on his own.

However, on the other hand, fate is often fair; to gain something, you have to give something in return.

Vortigern's power came from the corrupt will of those who were abandoned beneath the British earth.

It's unclear whether this fusion influenced Morgan's personality in the future, leading to her increasingly extreme behavior and ultimately turning her into a witch despised by everyone.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sensing the gaze from the side, Morgan subconsciously raised his hand to touch the side of his face.

"Shouldn't we appreciate such beauty when it's right before our eyes, Your Majesty?"

"You're such a smooth talker, humph. How many girls have you said that to?"

"Of course this is exclusively for you. Do you even have to doubt a heartfelt compliment?"

Samael feigned sadness and replied with a resentful tone, his eyes revealing no trace of guilt.

After all, he had said similar things many times, but he never repeated himself. This sentence was definitely Wang Jie's exclusive.

Although he was righteous and had a clear conscience, the saying goes that too much talk leads to mistakes, so the ancient snake quickly looked around, looking for an opportunity to change the subject.

At this moment, Bavanshi was holding Freya's hand, sitting in the pavilion, playing a simplified version of Animal Chess with great interest.

"Look, that guy Bagst is about to get hit!"

The deer-hoof fairy seemed to have seen something terrible. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and Freya, who had her back to the battlefield, subconsciously turned around.

However, just as Freya turned around, a white paw stealthily flipped onto the stone table.

When Freya turned around and looked at the chessboard, she was stunned and murmured in confusion.

"I remember I had fewer pieces..."

"Hey, hey, stop babbling about chess pieces! It's your turn, hurry up and make your move, don't delay my victory!"

Across from him, Bavanshi urged impatiently, her tone confident and arrogant.

"Snapped!"

Just as Freya, feeling weak, was about to bury herself in her pieces, a pebble flew from a distance and hit the back of Bavanshi's hand, causing the little girl to cry out in pain. Her tightly clenched fist loosened, and two missing chess pieces rolled onto the table.

"Bawanshi, you're bullying Freya again. Are you asking for a beating? Put the chess piece down properly!"

Samael, having witnessed the mischievous behavior of a certain child, came to uphold justice with righteous indignation.

Caught red-handed, Bawanshi had no choice but to reluctantly hand over the evidence.

"Oh no, they're rushing this way! Watch out!"

However, the moment the piece left his hand, the little guy's eyes darted around, and he immediately pounced on Freya, seemingly trying to escape the aftermath of Bagst and Melusin's battle.

"boom!"

But after lying on her stomach with her butt sticking out for a few minutes, Freya realized it was just a false alarm.

As the fairy girl dusted herself off and sat back down, she noticed that the chessboard had been completely messed up during her "helpful rescue."

"Tch, how could this happen? Damn it! I was about to win! Let's play one more round!"

Bawanshi grinned sadly, grabbed Freya without saying another word, and volunteered to fight again.

...He's such a terrible player, yet he loves to play...

From a distance, Samael watched Bavanshi's bizarre actions with a speechless expression.

Bawanxi has said this countless times, but he has won very few times, and almost every time he gains an advantage by cheating.

Over time, her former chess friends, such as Habertlot and Bagst, all blacklisted Bavanshi and refused to play chess with her no matter what.

Moreover, with this increased vigilance, it will be even more difficult for Bavanshi to play any tricks.

With her level of skill in guessing things so poorly, playing a normal game against her would be nothing short of masochism.

In the end, Bavanshi, who considered himself as strong as a national champion, could only bully the simple-minded Freya in this courtyard.

However, Samael had no intention of interfering, since this kind of bullying was at most just misbehavior within the game.

The sharp-eyed Gu She could naturally see that Bawanshi actually cared a lot about Freya, who had also been a victim of bullying.

Whenever they fight for food, Bavanshi, who acts domineeringly, always considers Freya's share, which can be considered a different kind of "friendship".

"Oh, by the way, where is Habert Trot?"

As his thoughts returned to their source, Samael noticed that someone was missing from the lively atmosphere in the courtyard, and turned to Morgan to ask him about it.

The witch glanced at the backyard and answered casually.

“I commissioned her to weave a dress; she should still be busy in the workshop.”

"You're getting a new dress? I'd love to see it first!"

"No, this was prepared for you..."

"Give me?"

"Yes, there is a banquet being held at the palace tonight, and I have been invited. I need you to come with me."

Samael nodded, then remembered that Morgan, who ruled the End of the Lands, Orkni, was also one of the lords.

A banquet? Finally, I can officially meet this Knight King…

The ancient snake stroked its chin, a hint of anticipation flickering in its eyes.

As night fell, under the curious gazes of the crowd, the tightly closed door was pushed open with a creak, and the figures that walked out together made the little ones' eyes light up.

A perfectly fitted, pure white tuxedo with a sky-blue vest lining was worn by Samael, highlighting his slender figure and elegant demeanor. His tousled, light-gold hair gave him a free and unrestrained air.

Her face was as smooth as jade, with distinct features and perfectly integrated facial features. But the most wonderful thing about her was undoubtedly her eyes.

The wise see profound wisdom within; the sensitive see gentle comfort; the pessimistic see starlight; the shallow perceive the flawlessness of jewels…

Although everyone's perception is different, it is the most touching angle that interprets the meaning of "beauty".

That silhouette is an artistic masterpiece whose spirit cannot be imitated even by the world's most perfect sculptors or the finest marble.

What a magnificent masterpiece! How noble in reason! How powerful in strength! How graceful in appearance! How elegant in manner! How like an angel in conduct! How like a god in wisdom!

Even the fairies who love pursuing beautiful things couldn't help but admire it in their hearts.

Samael, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under their gaze, touched his cheek, which had been hidden behind his cloak for a long time, and smiled helplessly as he looked at the dazed audience on the field.

Unfortunately, the allure of the devil, though it usually ends in tragedy, often begins with something beautiful.

Therefore, as the legendary Demon King who has been blamed for countless wrongdoings, he naturally possesses this special attraction.

Fortunately, this temptation, unless deliberately provoked, does not last long. The fairies quickly realized what was happening and looked at the other protagonist, who had also undergone a complete transformation.

This time, to suit the festive occasion, Morgan changed her usual solemn and somber attire. She removed her veil and simply used a blue crystal-like tiara to neatly tie her long hair at the back of her head, while wearing an elegant blue-black long dress.

With her graceful and noble demeanor, coupled with her innate sense of mystery, Morgan's every move was like that of a solitary elf walking under the moon.

After changing their clothes, Samael and Morgan left Habertrot and Freya to guard the house, and took their three adopted daughters, Bagst, Bavanshi, and Melusin, out of the courtyard, into the carriage that had been prepared outside, and headed to the palace where a banquet was being held.

It was the first time the little girls had attended a human banquet, and they were very excited. Even Melusin, who was not usually good at socializing, couldn't help but ask more questions about the etiquette of the event and rehearsed with Bagst in the carriage.

It has to be said that, thanks to Samael's assist last time, these two girls have developed a mutual respect for each other since their fight, and they are currently getting along very well.

But you, can't you be a little more sensible?

The ancient snake, who was crouching outside the curtains while waiting for the train, turned his head to look at Bavanshi, who was snuggling in Morgan's arms and taking his seat without any courtesy, and complained to himself with regret.

After a half-hour drive, the carriage passed through inspection and entered the main gate of the palace.

As a dedicated guardian knight, Samael naturally displayed a high level of professionalism, politely welcoming Morgan and the children into the hall before parking his carriage elsewhere.

After finishing his errands, Gu She straightened his clothes and hurried toward the hall.

Unexpectedly, as he passed through a doorway, three figures approached him, causing Samael to pause slightly in surprise.

Immediately, the ancient snake smiled, greeted them from afar, and then went to meet them in a very familiar manner.

"What a coincidence, Lord Lancelot, you're here too."

Instantly, upon hearing the call, the man on the right, with his purple, tousled hair, wearing a purplish-black knight's armor, possessing a calm and composed demeanor, and with a chiseled face, turned to look.

However, before the purple-haired man could respond, the handsome young man on the left of the three immediately darted out and reached out to hook his arm around Samael's neck in a very familiar manner.

"Alright, you've already met Camelot, the Knight of the Lake, renowned throughout the Round Table. There's no need to disturb him. I happen to have something I need your help with. Come, come, over here..."

As they were talking, the handsome young man turned around and waved to the two people who were with him, then smiled and dragged an old acquaintance away.

Lancelot paused for a moment, then turned to look at his red-haired best friend standing to the side.

"Tristan, do you know this person?"

"never seen it……"

"That's strange. When did Kai get this friend? I should remember all the people he's close to..."

"Perhaps, we're not friends..."

Tristan casually plucked the bowstring, glanced at the two men whispering furtively in the shadows, and replied quietly.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Bavanshi's Invitation of the Wolf into the House

"It's such a coincidence that we bumped into each other here. How about we get together for drinks sometime? It'll be on me."

The handsome young man put his arm around Samael's shoulder and pulled him behind a rockery, smiling perfunctorily.

"Let's do it now, Lord Lancelot, not later."

Samael smiled and extended his hand toward the daytime extortionist, emphasizing each word with a mocking tone.

Caught red-handed impersonating someone else, and with the Knight of the Lake and his close friend right behind him, the handsome young man weighed the pros and cons and reluctantly rummaged in his pocket for a while before stuffing five silver coins into Samael's hand.

"I remember giving you ten."

Samael's gaze was deep and his face was serious.

I……

The handsome young man's face stiffened, and he was about to lash out when Samael pointed to Lancelot and Tristan, who were waiting for his return in the back corridor, and reminded him with a smile.

"Yes, yes, I remembered wrong..."

The handsome young man finally gave up. With an extremely melancholy expression, he fumbled for five more silver coins in his inner pocket and handed them to Samael, his hands trembling slightly.

What a disgrace! What a disgrace!

Under the cover of night, the man's expression was conflicted, his eyes filled with grief, as if he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet on the spot.

As the logistics chief in charge of the army's money and provisions, he was known for making the most of everything and for taking every last penny. Not even a nail could slip through his fingers. Yet, after only two encounters with this guy, he lost five silver coins. It was more painful than having his heart ripped out.

However, before the young man's grief and indignation could last long, a clear, melodious sound rang out from his fingers and palms.

"This time, it's my treat again. You owe me two drinks, Sir Kay..."

Samael patted the handsome young man on the shoulder, whispered something in his ear with a smile, then waved and turned to walk into the darkness.

Kai looked at the five silver coins quietly stacked in his palm, feeling both amused and exasperated.

You used my money to buy me drinks, and then you made me owe you two meals. Should I thank you?

After a moment's pause, Kai came to his senses, looked into the distance at the figure that had disappeared around the corner of the porch, and shook his head helplessly.

This guy really doesn't want to suffer any loss.

That being said, the corners of the British treasurer's mouth unconsciously curled up in the night.

In the corridor, following the servant's directions, Samael tossed five silver coins in his hand while reminiscing about his recent experience, a faint smile appearing on his face.

So it was Kai, the adopted brother of the Knight King Artoria. He seems even more interesting than the rumors suggest.

While pondering, after several twists and turns, Samael arrived at the brightly lit hall entrance.

Camelot is known as the city of the pure white kingdom. Chalk and marble are commonly used materials, so the main tone of the buildings is white and sky blue, which makes them appear sacred and solemn.