Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After all, theoretically speaking, Artoria was endowed by the Holy Lance with the power to maintain the existence of the nation and perpetuate the mystical rationality of this land, rather than a benevolent king who shares the suffering of the people.

Samael realized that he had been thinking too simply about some things, and shook his head helplessly, knowing that this matter was mostly limited by the times and difficult to advance.

“I am quite supportive of this matter. We just finished a war, which almost wiped out a generation of young and strong men. A while ago, I went back to my father’s territory and passed through the fields. I saw that all those working were the elderly, women and children. The so-called right of first night has raised the bar for ordinary people to get married and have children. If the number of farmers does not increase, the country will also find it difficult to achieve long-term development.”

Kai picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spoke of his experiences on the road with a worried expression.

Immediately, the British treasurer, after a moment's thought, offered a compromise.

"How about this, Your Majesty? I propose that the abolition of the right of first night be implemented first in some areas that agree to it, such as Cornwall and St. Camelot, to see the results, and then we can decide based on the situation."

"Alright, then you can carry it out."

Upon hearing this, Artoria pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded and spoke.

With the Lion King's approval and Kay's assurance that he would push the initiative forward, Morgan's expression softened considerably.

Although the result was not entirely satisfactory, it is still a significant breakthrough.

However, before the atmosphere could ease, the Lion King glanced at the fairies running around in the courtyard, his aura radiating coldness. He frowned slightly and pondered a reminder.

"Sister Wang, you shouldn't get too close to the alien race..."

"Ahem, I remember you have a bottle of good wine at home. Come, come, let's get it and share it!"

Kai coughed and stood up, his face full of smiles, as if possessed by an alcoholic, and frantically winked at Samael.

The ancient snake immediately understood, and pulled Morgan, whose face had darkened, back into the house to retrieve the so-called private stash of fine wine.

On the way, Samael glanced back at the goddess sitting in the pavilion, his eyes flickering, and shook his head inwardly.

Tsk, it seems this Lion King has been somewhat influenced by the rumors. The ideal realm of the Sacred Round Table probably doesn't have a place reserved for fairies.

The witch, who had clearly realized this from the few words, turned pale and her darting gaze suddenly sharpened when it fell on something in the room, as if she had made up her mind about something.

Chapter 82 If you're so good, then you do it!

Ugh, you're really ruining the mood...

In the pavilion, Kai watched Samael and Morgan's retreating figures as they entered, then turned to look at the Lion King, who sat calmly drinking tea, seemingly oblivious to the awkward silence, and shook his head helplessly.

Since Artoria took up that gun during the crisis in Britain, her strength has increased by leaps and bounds, and her behavior has gradually become dominated by rationality. Her emotions have become increasingly indifferent, and few things or external objects can usually cause her emotional fluctuations.

Morality, ethics, and the joys and sorrows of humanity also make it difficult for her to empathize with or be influenced.

As a subject, Kai could neither say anything nor change anything.

But as the older brother, there were some things that even Kai felt his scalp tingle and felt immense pressure facing his younger sister's divine power, yet he had no choice but to say them.

"My king, do you dislike those children?"

"Rationally speaking, I wouldn't say I dislike her..."

Artoria put down her teacup and looked at the few little fairies busy in the courtyard. Her expression was calm, and a gentle smile appeared on her face, especially when she saw Freya preparing the food.

Kai breathed a sigh of relief and gave a serious reminder.

"Then you shouldn't have said that to Prince Morgan!"

"why?"

"They are fairies too! I can see that His Highness Morgan not only adopted them, but also loves them. By saying such things in public, are you trying to make His Highness Morgan sever ties with his adopted daughters?"

Seeing that the high and mighty god still looked confused, Kai, feeling a great headache, had no choice but to point out the crux of the problem.

Artoria's expression softened slightly, but the ripples that appeared were once again frozen under the control of reason.

The Lion King's expression was solemn as he spoke softly and thoughtfully.

"To expand territory, build cities, cross oceans, and cleave the sky. To extend the sacred realm of the Round Table to its ultimate limit, to construct an ideal kingdom for millennia, and to speak of its end—this has always been my mission."

To achieve this, I must bring all the mysteries into my grasp; fairies will be an obstacle.

"That's a matter for the future, perhaps a hundred or a thousand years! Besides, no matter what the official policies are, whatever your decision, at least don't bring this kind of targeting into private settings, otherwise you'll never be accepted by anyone!"

Faced with a god who was almost inhuman, Kai could no longer tolerate it, and his increasingly heated words became more and more reprimanding.

"I need to be managed, not accepted."

The goddess responded mechanically, coldly and bluntly.

Seeing that he couldn't reason with her no matter what, Kai lowered his head in frustration, looked at the goddess in front of him, and old memories flooded his mind.

Artoria was once so kind and lovely, unable to bear seeing others hurt, almost like a healing little angel. Because she always thought the best of people, she was often easily deceived when she was young. Because of this, he didn't know how many fights he had with outsiders, and how many times he had taught this girl a lesson.

Now, she can not only issue orders to massacre without batting an eye, but also speak hurtful words so calmly.

Kai felt that, unseen by any means, an insurmountable barrier separated him from this former sister.

How could it have turned out like this...?

Merlin! Uther!

Jazz, known for his good-natured nature, turned his thoughts around, his face somber, and he squeezed out a sinister word through clenched teeth.

Those two bastards! They said that if I pulled out that sword and became the "god's agent who saves everything," everything would be better, but why didn't they explain the consequences?

What a load of rubbish! What a load of rubbish! The sacred realm of the round table! You've got a bunch of people just indulging in your delusions and fantasies.

If you're so capable, then go and do it yourselves!

But after venting his frustrations for a while, Kai's gritted teeth and expression returned to a state of dejection.

It's no use talking about this now. The grass on Uther's grave is almost three meters tall. Merlin, that old bastard, I don't know if it's because he did something wrong, he hides in the mage tower all day and basically doesn't see any outsiders.

He wanted to cause trouble, but he couldn't find the two culprits to blame.

That damn old liar!

With things having come to this point, the indignant knight had no choice but to suppress his anger, sigh softly, and rise to speak to the Lion King.

"Forget it, let's go."

"Weren't we supposed to try Sister Wang's wine?"

Altoya frowned slightly, a hint of doubt appearing in her eyes.

"You've already offended them so badly, and you still want to drink? You might not even have any food left in the future. Be smart and run away first. If you stay any longer, are you waiting for them to kick you out?"

Kai was almost laughing in exasperation, so he could only roll his eyes and weakly complain.

Artoria's calm expression faltered slightly as she frowned and asked.

"Can't we have dinner here?"

"Dinner? I'm talking about this period of time! No, forever! You have to bear the consequences of your own actions and words. It's questionable whether I can even squeeze in after this, let alone you!"

Kai felt his blood pressure spike, and he was at risk of a ruptured blood vessel in his brain.

Artoria paused, lost in thought.

Just as Kai was about to drag the Lion King away along the wall to make a quick getaway, Samael and Morgan returned with a bottle of wine and exquisite wine vessels.

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Kai had no choice but to force a smile and sit down dejectedly.

However, in an instant, the Lion King, who had been deep in thought, suddenly stood up, his expression serious, and looked at Morgan as he approached, pondering deeply.

"Sister Wang, I take back what I said before about the Nameless Forest."

Suddenly, Kai looked up in astonishment, and Morgan was also stunned. The beautiful crystal glass that he had been handing to Artoria slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

"Uh, okay..."

Immediately, the witch came to her senses and nodded subconsciously.

She didn't have any deep feelings for the Nameless Forest; what she disliked was Artoria's commanding attitude and her bossy behavior.

Having received the promise, Artoria sat down contentedly, her face softening as if a reaction of happiness was emerging, which was truly baffling.

"What were you talking about just now?"

Samael looked suspiciously at the furtive Kai and the completely different Artoria, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Kai, who was also somewhat dazed, hadn't had a chance to answer when Artoria, who was sitting next to him, placed her right hand on her lower abdomen, her gaze serious and her face solemn.

"The consequences...are terrible..."

The ambiguous answer left Samael bewildered but impressed, and he nodded awkwardly but politely.

As for Kai, he was half-crying and half-laughing, his expression was broken, and he couldn't help but feel a little frantic.

All that lecturing wasn't as powerful as the threat of a meal?

Fortunately, this little incident eased Morgan's expression somewhat.

However, the witch then looked down at the glittering fragments scattered on the ground, feeling quite sorry for them.

"This is my favorite cup..."

"Let me help you."

The Lion King took the initiative to speak up, bending down to help pick up the debris, taking responsibility and working together to clean up the mess at their feet.

Suddenly, Artoria raised her hand, her golden-green eyes looking at the drop of blood seeping from her fingertip and the shattered crystal chip with a few traces of crimson. She was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, this is a magic cup that can only preserve the freshness of food, so the shards are quite sharp. I'll do it myself."

Seeing this, Morgan explained with a hint of apology, then took a clean piece of white gauze and wiped the bloodstains from his sister's body, before picking up the debris without further ado.

"It's alright, it will heal quickly."

Artoria shook her head dismissively, showing off her instantly healed fingertips, before sitting back down with Morgan, who had finished cleaning up the scene.

After a much more congenial banquet, both parties, seemingly burdened with their own thoughts, parted ways.

Incidentally, this so-called fine wine tastes the same as the one Kai sent.

Just before leaving, Kai seemed to think of a serious problem, and suddenly turned his head to look intently at Samael.

"Wait, I have something to say!"

"what happened?"

"What should we have for lunch tomorrow?"

"roll!"

The ancient snake's forehead veins bulged, and it immediately raised its middle finger, blasting the freeloader out.

As the gate closed, the witch under the pavilion unfolded the gauze in her palm, gazing at one of the crimson crystal chips, her eyes gleaming eerily.

Chapter 83 The King's Service

As night fell, Samael lay in bed, closing his eyes to organize his thoughts.

Judging from the current situation, the fusion of the Lion King and the Holy Lance will deepen over time and with the mysterious convergence. As a price for deification, emotion will be suppressed or even obliterated by reason.

But this process is not irreversible. At least for now, Artoria still has likes and dislikes, as well as the simplest desires.

By seizing these opportunities and providing external stimulation, we might be able to slow down the process of deification. Once we have a chance to weaken the protection surrounding her, we can overthrow her...

Cough, knock down... knock down the sacred realm of the Round Table, and reconstruct Britain!

Samael nodded to himself, admiring his own noble character of being selfless and dedicated to the well-being of the world.

Lost in thought, the ancient snake recounted its daytime experiences, its eyes gleaming, and couldn't help but launch into another tirade of complaints.

She actually went to their house just to get a free meal, even though she hadn't moved from the palace where she had lived for months since taking over Camelot. It's unbelievable that she would do such a thing!

So, just how deep is your resentment towards Gawain's mashed potatoes?

However, on the other hand, this is a good starting point and may be the key to breaking the deadlock.

There's no other way, we still have to cook, so we need to stock up on more rice at home...

A hint of mockery flashed in Samael's eyes, and he made up his mind.

After the debriefing ended, just as the ancient serpent was calming its mind and preparing to fall asleep and relax, a slight tremor came from the door. As the moonlight shone through, a graceful figure was projected into the room.

"Still not asleep?"

Samael was somewhat taken aback as he looked at the witch who had come to visit him late at night.

However, just as the ancient snake was about to get up to greet the guest, it suddenly felt a weight on its shoulder, and half of its body was pressed down by a fair hand.