Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The architecture retains traces of Greek and Roman culture, featuring arched structures and exquisite marble reliefs and patterns, while also incorporating some characteristics of modern Christian Gothic architecture.

The steep eaves, exquisite stained-glass windows, towering spires, and ethereal hall make one feel as if stepping into the gates of heaven, the temple of the gods, instantly inspiring a sense of reverence.

After years of refinement, Samael's appreciation skills naturally improved. After entering, he searched for traces of Morgan and others while examining the artistic elements of the surrounding buildings and making his own evaluations, in a rather relaxed state of mind.

Inside the hall, the white light emitted by the fluorite spread to every area, and the banners belonging to the various Knights of the Round Table hung on both sides, displaying their merits and honors in fighting for the king.

As Samael walked along, he was quite interested in identifying the Knights of the Round Table from the crowd whose names he remembered.

However, after searching the entire venue and combining the discussions of those around him, the Ancient Serpent could only confirm a few of the younger generation, including Gareth, Gahoris, Bedivere, Galahad, and Percival.

After all, the true host of the banquet, the Knight King Artoria, had not yet made an appearance, and most of the famous knights who were inseparable from the Queen were still making preparations behind the scenes.

"Samael...teacher, here! Here!"

As the ancient snake looked in the direction of the sound, Bavanshi instinctively shrank his head, added a respectful address, and waved to Samael.

You know what I mean!

Samael nodded in satisfaction and set off to meet his employer.

It must be said that Morgan was an exceptionally dazzling presence at the event. Her naturally beautiful appearance, which combined mystery and innate nobility, constantly aroused the desire for conquest among the men present.

A swarm of suitors came to flirt with her, hoping to win the witch's favor.

Right now, the tables near Morgan are completely surrounded, which is driving the witch crazy. She's frowning frequently and is clearly on the verge of exploding.

Just then, a pure white figure darted through the crowd like a fish, her slender yet powerful arm taking Morgan's arm in hers.

The witch paused for a moment, but when her gaze fell upon that familiar face, her tense body softened, and her brow gradually relaxed.

"You are late."

Morgan's tone carried an unintentional hint of reproach.

"Sorry, I ran into some trouble on the way."

Samael smiled apologetically, then wisely took on the role of protector, his body acting as a wall to shield his employer from the surrounding swarms of admirers, creating a rare and peaceful haven for him.

Whether it was a casual conversation, a toast with ulterior motives, or an overbearing approach, Samael defused them all.

Those onlookers who watched from afar, deliberately looking for trouble, and thus forcing the beauty out, felt as if they were facing an impenetrable human fortress. Her calm and proper response left them with no leverage.

The ancient serpent showed no pride in this, after all, he had been a monarch for several generations, and while he might not be perfect in handling various etiquette and reception matters, dealing with the newly established British natives was a piece of cake.

Helpless, with the banquet about to begin, those who had tried to flirt with him had no choice but to return to their seats in embarrassment. Only a very few resentful ones lingered nearby, their eyes filled with hatred as they looked at the chivalrous man.

Tsk, I saved your lives and you don't even know how to be grateful.

The woman behind you is not some delicate flower to be bullied, but a rose with thorns. If you really anger her, she can be burning paper money on your graves this time next year.

Facing the male gazes around him filled with malice, Samael inwardly grumbled, then sat down without any psychological pressure.

Of course, in order to protect their employer, they would have to stay close to Morgan.

Morgan remained unfazed by this.

This tacit consent is a form of indulgence, so there's no need to untie the linked arms, as there's a need to be prepared for any potential problems.

In the corner, Bawanshi, squeezed to the side, gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with fury, deeply regretting that she had let a wolf into her house.

This guy seems more dangerous than those bastards from before!

However, this brief interlude did not last long. As a sharp and chilling sound of armor plates scraping against each other came from the rear hall, the protagonist of this grand banquet, who had been the focus of everyone's attention, finally arrived with his group of male escorts at the round table.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Fairy Queen vs. Knight King

After several months apart, the Knight King on the high platform exuded an even colder and more murderous aura, and he remained fully armed even at this celebratory banquet.

That set of enclosed, silver-white knight's armor seemed to construct a tower independent of the world, enshrining this god among mortals, allowing them to worship him.

Therefore, as soon as the Knight King arrived, the originally lively and noisy atmosphere in the hall immediately turned cold and stagnant, as if doused with ice water.

Those lords who were used to a life of luxury and had weak willpower felt a stinging pain in their eyes if they looked directly at him, and could only look away with lingering fear. The oppressive feeling made the people in the front row silent and even tremble slightly.

Divine power!

Samael's eyes flickered, and his brow furrowed.

Sure enough, the unification of the North and South made her much stronger.

Now, this Knight King is becoming increasingly integrated with the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, and is becoming less and less like a human. He has now reached the critical point of complete deification.

If this continues, it won't be long before she becomes the goddess Rungomminiad through and through, transforming into the Tower of the End, and may even tear Britain off the surface of the earth, completely building it into an independent world.

Tsk, we need to speed things up...

Samael drew a conclusion, frowned to himself, and closed his eyes to plan his next move.

However, just as the ancient serpent was pondering, the sound of its armor plates rubbing together became clearer, and a long shadow was cast down.

Samael looked up in a daze and was shocked to find that the Knight King on the platform had actually come to stand in front of him.

At this moment, the right hand, clad in silver-white arm armor, was outstretched, solemnly extending an invitation, and a cool, deep murmur echoed throughout the hall.

"Lord Samael, I have learned of your deeds from Sir Hector. I greatly admire your talent. Therefore, would you be willing to come under my command, accept my protection, become a member of the Round Table, and together create this thousand-year-old kingdom?"

Who is this person? Recruited personally by the king?!

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar, and Samael, who was facing the Knight King, became the focus of everyone's attention.

Fortunately, I didn't get into a conflict with such an important person, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to pay for it even if I had several lives.

Meanwhile, many of the flirtatious men who had previously tried to strike up conversations were secretly relieved to see this, realizing they hadn't had a chance to do anything out of line.

Samael paused for a moment, then looked past the Knight King in front of him and gazed at the slightly embarrassed old man in the corner, and couldn't help but frown slightly.

Hector, you're not a decent person...

More than half a month has passed since the crisis subsided, and everyone has been celebrating the unification of the North and South and the triumphant return of the Knight King.

The witch who traveled everywhere to quell the calamities was almost never mentioned or remembered, as if the savior team that walked in darkness and shadows never existed.

Now, bringing him into the round table is clearly intended to weaken Morgan's power and influence.

Using it for protection and defending against it at the same time, isn't that just too much of a bullying tactic?

Sir Hector, who had been sold off in public by his own adopted daughter, could only manage a bitter smile.

To be honest, the crisis in the South was resolved thanks to Morgan's help, and he was very grateful for the princess's understanding and righteousness.

But while we may understand, there are some things we have to do, even if we know they violate morality.

After all, he could only serve one king.

"Lord Samael, what's your decision? What's your answer?"

After a brief wait, the Knight King's eyes, gleaming with a golden and emerald luster beneath his visor, stared directly at the mysterious swordsman and calmly inquired.

"I……"

Samael's expression turned serious, and he was about to answer when a figure suddenly stood up and forcefully cut between the two who were staring at each other.

"He will not follow you! Nor will he join any Knights of the Round Table! Forget about it!"

Morgan glared at her half-sister with hostility, grabbed Samael beside her, and snorted coldly with a furrowed brow.

"Why?"

The Knight King was slightly taken aback and subconsciously asked a question.

"Ahem, I apologize, Your Majesty, I have already sworn to become Lord Morgan's protector..."

Just as Samael coughed and tried to give the sisters a way out, Morgan pulled him behind her again, looked coldly at the Knight King, and said something shocking.

"Because he is my husband! He belongs to me! Your question is meaningless!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Suddenly, Gareth and Gahoris, who were drinking with guests at the event, sprayed a mouthful of wine onto the faces of the two unfortunate men opposite them.

"boom!"

As Gao Wen surveyed his surroundings, he stumbled and nearly knocked over the table in front of him.

"Crack!"

Agravan, who is usually serious and composed and is known as "Iron Wall", suddenly had his facial muscles twitch violently, and the cup in his hand was crushed instantly.

Incidentally, all four of them should nominally address Morgan as "Mother".

Not only that, but the Knights of the Round Table behind the Knight King were also dumbfounded, their faces filled with shock.

As the person involved, Samael looked at the arm that was locked in his arms like an iron hoop. Amidst the envious, jealous, and hateful gazes of the crowd, as well as the eerie and sinister stares, a distorted smile was forced onto his stiff face. He nodded slightly, trembling, like an old man suffering from cervical spondylosis.

There was nothing I could do; it happened so suddenly, I was just... numb...

"Sister Wang, is this the fiancé you chose?"

"That's right, I'm here today to announce this result to you."

"I see. That's a pity."

The Knight King glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly, and did not press the matter further, showing little emotional fluctuation.

Then, the figure turned to the crowd in the hall and spoke in a cold voice.

"Now that you have all arrived, let's begin the banquet."

Seemingly aware that his presence would release too much repression, the Knight King did not linger. He quickly went up the escalator and entered the second floor, like a god looking down on the world, away from the hustle and bustle, and quietly sat in a cubicle.

Finally, with Artoria's uncontrollable divine power gone, the atmosphere in the first-floor hall gradually warmed up with the warm-up from the Knights of the Round Table and the lords, and they began to move around more frequently.

However, Morgan's table was deserted, and people nearby instinctively avoided it.

But this only whetted the witch's appetite, and she happily savored the pre-dinner desserts and drinks.

Like a puppet on a string, Samael, who was pulled to sit down, stiffly turned his head and cautiously asked the question.

"You were just joking, weren't you..."

What do you think, my dear husband?

Morgan raised his head slightly, a pleasant smile appearing in his eyes, his mood seemingly more relaxed than ever before.

Whatever makes you happy...

Samael, who was gradually losing track of the witch's thoughts, helplessly raised his hand to his forehead and accepted his fate.

However, having just dealt with the Knight King, he was now the subject of a variety of gazes, each with its own distinct emotion.

Among them, the expressions of Agguvin, Gawain, Gareth, and Gahoris were the most depressed and gloomy, with unfriendly eyes.

After all, no one would easily let go of the fact that they suddenly have a father.

Chapter Seventy: The King's Stomach Is in Danger

"They are, in a sense, my adopted sons..."

Seemingly noticing the hostility of the four Knights of the Round Table towards Samael, Morgan put down his fork and offered a thoughtful explanation.

Although it was expected, in order to respect this candor, the ancient snake chose to listen carefully and, based on its own knowledge, thoroughly understand the connection.

In fact, this is a relationship similar to that of a godmother and a godchild.

On the island of Britain, two distinct cultures have existed since ancient times: the Druidic cult and the fairy race, both of which are closely connected to nature and life.

King Uther was the leader chosen by the Druids in the South, and Morgan, as Uther's daughter who inherited royal blood and the blessing of nature, was actually born with the qualifications of a Druid High Priestess.

Religions related to life and nature often have a matriarchal system leading the patriarchal system. Therefore, Morgan's original status should be considered as that of a Druidic matriarch.

However, Uther entrusted this legacy from the Druids to the great sage Merlin, thus successfully tricking his own daughter in the process.

Even so, thanks to divine blessings and his bloodline, Morgan successfully learned runes, organ runes, and magic originating from the fairy clan, and also gained considerable knowledge of the regeneration of artificial life.

As Britain's native religion, Druidism has always played a role in bringing forth new life, warding off disasters, bestowing blessings, and healing. Those who longed to have offspring with special bloodlines and to revitalize their families naturally sought help from Morgan.

As the lord of the island, Morgan invoked the mysteries of Britain and bestowed blessings, giving birth to Gawain, Agravan, Gareth, and Gahoris.

These children, who are blessed by nature and conceived under special circumstances, need to undergo specialized training to learn how to master their own powers before they can be released back into their families to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, all four Knights of the Round Table were raised and taught by Morgan during their childhood.