Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Young and beautiful enchantresses are highly sought after in the extravagant and decadent circles of the nobility.

Furthermore, throwing the Fang Clan into the arena, imprisoning the Earth Clan in workshops to work day and night, forcing the Wind Clan to make potions, and using the Mirror Clan to prophesy for themselves... these are all dirty tricks that humans have done before.

Therefore, fairy slaves are in high demand in human society.

Therefore, in pursuit of wealth and profit, humans secretly organized slave-hunting teams to capture monsters and sell them to merchants and nobles on the black market.

As far as Samael knew, most of the large-scale slave-hunting teams were backed by local nobles.

A group of slave traders ventured deep into the nameless forest to hunt fairies, only to be slaughtered by them—they deserved to die.

And you still have the nerve to complain to Artoria about this?

Secondly, what does it mean that the people under the leadership of the one whose population was "abducted" were willing to leave their homes and risk being devoured by monsters and dying of thirst and hunger on the way to run to the Nameless Forest to be kept by fairies?

Aren't the lessons learned from the Knocks' experience clear enough?

A cruel government is more ferocious than a tiger.

Nobody farms? Ha! You should know what kind of mess you've made yourself.

Finally, the amber-colored gem hanging on the mine lord's chest was the size of a pigeon's egg, with an absurdly high purity. If Samael wasn't mistaken, it seemed to be formed from the essence of the mineral vein.

He had seen similar things before, in the temple of Gaia, the Earth Mother, and in the treasury of Gilgamesh.

You let people mine, but you demolish their houses and don't allow them to resist?

With extensive political experience, the snake's words are always deadly and incisive.

After all, during his stay in Camelot, even if he was slacking off, he wasn't blind or deaf. He could hear and see, and he already knew most of the dirty business behind the backs of these nobles.

As for the Southern Lords' unified request for the Lion King to send troops to subdue the fairies of the Nameless Forest, it's probably not for some selfless purpose like eliminating threats or protecting the people.

Whether it's the fairies themselves, the "artworks" they imitate, or even the people who have fled here, it's all a considerable fortune.

Don't think that only fairies have bad traits. Humans have also replaced other species, and it's not because of being soft-hearted, kind, or fair.

Therefore, the serpent, which claims to possess original sin, has never overestimated human integrity.

However, having reached this position, the lords had become somewhat thick-skinned. They pretended to be completely unaware, avoiding Samael's gaze, and looked eagerly at the Lion King, who was frowning in thought.

But before anyone could speak again, Kai tapped the table next to him, drawing everyone's attention to himself, and gave a dry laugh while spreading his hands.

“My king, the war in the north has emptied the treasury. The warehouses are so empty that even the rats in the palace would cry. I can’t afford to fight another war. Besides, we have nearly half of our legions stationed in the north to guard against the Saxons. If we move them, we can’t guarantee that those Ansar barbarians won’t take advantage of the situation.”

Camelot's financial steward, speaking in a half-serious, half-joking tone, reluctantly revealed the truth, while looking at the lords of the North with a hint of regret and worry.

“My king, Sir Kai is right. After all this commotion, it is indeed not suitable to wage war again. It’s time to take a break.”

“The North is your territory, and we are your people. When winter comes, those Saxon barbarians who lack food and clothing may plunder along the way. We would better be prepared.”

"Moreover, there's still no news of King Vortigern. If we start another war with the goblins of the South because of these speculations, the whole of Britain will be in chaos. Wouldn't that suit the southerners' wishes perfectly?"

The northern nobles, already decimated and relying solely on the Knights of the Righteousness to rebuild their defenses and put on a show, erupted in uproar. They immediately banded together to complain to the Lion King and hastily pledged their loyalty.

For a time, the lords of the North and South borders, whose interests were in conflict, began to quarrel and hurl insults at each other, accusing each other of having ill intentions.

Seeing the situation gradually spiraling out of control, the Lion King frowned slightly, raised his right arm in a gesture, and with his eyes glowing with golden-green flames, he looked around. The lords immediately shrank back and fell silent, like roosters with their necks being choked.

Then, Artoria glanced at her sworn brother Kai, turned back and spoke calmly.

"In that case, let's investigate the matter of the Nameless Forest thoroughly later before discussing it further."

The lion's hammer fell silent, and the sheep under his control, though unwilling, dared not object openly.

"So, what are your thoughts on Sister Wang's proposal?"

When the old story was brought up again, the lords looked at each other, all with an air of indifference, clearly unwilling to say more.

"How about we hold a vote?"

Seeing that the discussions were difficult to advance, Kai, who was acting as a lubricant, glanced at Samael and Morgan, the couple on the surface, sighed slightly, and made a helpless suggestion.

The lords nodded in agreement, then fell silent, appearing unwilling to cooperate.

A moment later, a lone hand was raised. The lords glanced at the Holy Swordsman sitting calmly drinking tea next to Morgan, and wisely kept their mouths shut. No one was foolish enough to say anything more about whether he was qualified to vote.

After all, they couldn't afford to mess with such a formidable figure who could take on the entire Knights of the Round Table single-handedly, so they simply gave him face.

Anyway, it doesn't change the situation.

After acting as the first to lend support, Samael turned his gaze to the Round Table group beside the Lion King and frowned slightly.

no one……

Gareth, who is young and a woman, slightly raised her right arm, intending to raise her hand to show her support for the measures.

However, as a stern, cold gaze fell upon him from the side, the little guy felt a chill run down his spine, shrank back, and obediently lowered his hands.

Seeing that they had successfully suppressed their younger siblings' restless thoughts, Gawain and Agguiwen relaxed their brows, as if they had seen through the crisis and thwarted some huge conspiracy.

"In that case, let's discuss this matter later. Alright, let's end our discussion here today."

The Lion King looked around, spoke softly, rose from his seat, and the knights nodded in unison, turning to follow him closely.

Haha, this is the knight who swore to respect ladies, this is the child raised and educated by Morgan...

Samael responded with a cold laugh upon seeing this.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Sin of the Witch, the Sin Lies in the Future!

A roundtable discussion that was supposed to be a free-flowing affair ended without any resolution.

Samael and Morgan declined the invitation to the Camelot court banquet without hesitation, immediately boarded their carriage and returned to the mansion, ready to cook something for themselves.

"What happened today..."

On the way, the ancient snake turned to look at Morgan with some concern, and couldn't help but speak, trying to find the words to comfort him.

"What's so surprising? Isn't this normal?"

Surprisingly, the witch's reaction was very calm. Her expression remained unchanged, and she even had the leisure to drink tea while admiring the scenery along the way. A meaningful and cold smile appeared on the corner of her lips, which was slightly raised under her veil.

"How could a witch possibly offer a kind suggestion?"

Samael paused for a moment, then seemed to ponder something, and gave a self-deprecating smile.

He thought Morgan didn't understand politics, but it turned out he himself didn't understand the round table.

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain that you can't move no matter how hard you try.

Just as he saw and felt in Cornwall, it seemed that only knights would draw their swords for justice, punish the wicked, and create the poems spoken by bards.

The witch must harbor resentment towards this country and towards her own fate.

The ancient snake gazed at the figure sitting alone in front of the curtains and felt a strong sense of loneliness.

In his spare time, Morgan casually asked a question.

What do you think of these people?

"Forget about it. How can you conduct politics while surrounded by these insects!"

The ancient serpent straightened its expression and put on a look of deep sorrow as it denounced the attack.

Morgan couldn't help but smile when she heard her husband's humorous remark; the knot in her heart loosened considerably.

Although it was a lighthearted remark to ease the tension, it was indeed the truth.

After a period of in-depth understanding, Samael noticed that even though he had escaped the survival crisis, found a foothold, and even unified Britain, Morgan's situation was still very awkward.

By blood and birth, Morton should have belonged to the Southern Territory, but when he repeatedly sought help, he was turned away by the lord of the Southern Territory.

To escape persecution, Morgan used the principle of "blind spots" and went into exile in Oakney.

Orkney, the Land of the End of Orkney, sounds nice, but frankly, it's a remote, godforsaken city located in the North.

Morgan was able to establish herself here because the Saxons had ravaged the area into ruins, turning even the lord's head into a drinking vessel for the barbarian chieftain. Through her talent and methods, she gathered refugees from the war, led the locals, drove away the nearby Saxons, and survived in the cracks.

Even so, she was still an outsider in the South, and an anomaly to the Northern lords who all sided with King Vortigern.

Therefore, Morgan had no natural political allies, whether in the South or the North.

"They don't hate you, they just feel guilty and are simply afraid of you..."

After the joke, Samael sighed, directly revealing the true reasons behind the lords' strong aversion to Morgan.

When King Uther died, he used his ostensible daughter Morgana as bait, and the lords in the South who were instructed to do so were all accomplices.

Meanwhile, some of the lords in the north who were loyal to Vortigern had sent troops to participate in the pursuit, while others had provided intelligence.

In short, all the prominent figures in Britain played a less-than-honorable role in this hunt.

But no one expected that this abandoned pawn would actually struggle to survive and inherit terrifying power.

Having offended Morgan so vehemently, they naturally didn't believe this witch would hold a grudge.

Even if Morgan were to be crowned king, or even if he were to gain power, many people would still have trouble sleeping at night.

Therefore, this group will absolutely not allow the British witch to rise to power.

Otherwise, when the reckoning comes, they will all be held accountable, one by one, none of them will escape.

As for the Knights of the Round Table, they were not exactly impartial representatives, and harbored deep suspicion towards Morgan.

Even though various signs, and the changes in Kay and Gawain's descriptions of Morgan before and after her involvement in the coup, suggest that this witch initially did not seem to have any intention of seizing power by violence.

She painstakingly raised her four children, Gawain, Agravan, Gareth, and Gahoris, and brought them to the Round Table, both to gain a voice for herself and to promote unification, showing her concern for Britain.

However, most people only saw the conspiracy aspect.

Perhaps, in the eyes of others, a witch should not have any light on her.

Furthermore, the Knights of the Round Table came from different families, and family interests and the king's orders were the primary considerations compared to this godmother.

Therefore, Morgan's efforts were ultimately in vain.

Misunderstood, unappreciated, and unaccepted, whatever she does is misinterpreted as having ulterior motives—this is the current situation of the witch before us.

Even those who were clear-headed pretended to be ignorant, letting the princess endure the rejection of the entire British aristocracy.

Only about a month has passed, and the story of the savior Cen and the fairy knight suppressing the calamity has already lost much of its popularity, with few people mentioning it anymore.

All the noise and prosperity were attributed to the Lion King's crowning ceremony and the Knights' conquest of the North.

The old Cornish knight Hector knew perfectly well who "Cen" was, yet he never praised Morgan at the banquet. Instead, he encouraged Artoria to steal his sister's man.

To put it bluntly, it's because they're worried that Morgan's growing power will pose a threat to Artoria.

Even if there are things Morgan hasn't done now, it doesn't mean he won't do them in the future...

Just because you don't have the ability to do it now doesn't mean you won't have the ability to do it in the future...

Just because you don't have the opportunity to do it now doesn't mean you won't do it when you do...

This is probably what those people were thinking.

There is a kind of sin called sin in the future.

As the carriage drove through the streets, the chatter of drunkards in the shadows brought Samael back to his senses. After listening for a moment, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

"Have you heard? It seems the king is planning to wage war against the fairies."

"Isn't that because these little creatures are causing trouble again? It seems quite a few people have already been killed."

"I told you long ago that these little things are no good. You all remember the insect plague and the beast plague before, right? They might have been brought by fairies!"

"That's unlikely, isn't it? Didn't a fairy knight help us quell the disaster in the southern region?"

"Fairy Knight? You actually believe that nonsense? Maybe those little devils are just crying wolf!"

……

As the air currents stirred, the curtain on one side of the carriage fluttered slightly, and a chilly feeling from the air seeped through the gap.

Morgan looked up at the gloomy sky and the ever-changing clouds, and murmured something to himself.

got windy……

Just as the witch was enveloped by the sudden chill, she felt a warmth spreading through her hands.

"Just a little longer, we're almost home."

Samael took Morgan's hands in his, smiling as he breathed warm air onto the soft hands nestled in his palms.

"How naive of the Winter Queen of the Endless Lands to fear the cold!"