Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As a result, the number of unsavory elements who roamed the streets of Camelot decreased significantly, and the atmosphere gradually improved.

As the lord of Orkney, the Land of the End, Morgan also followed the tide of evacuation, directly using the spatial warp of the [Mirror] to leave Camelot for over a month through the teleportation anchor points established in his territory.

Moreover, for some reason, she came and went in a hurry, appearing quite mysterious, and refused to be accompanied by the others.

Samael had no choice but to take on the arduous task of raising the children, teaching the fairies common sense about living in human society on the one hand, and instructing them in magic and combat skills on the other, so as not to waste their talents.

Similarly, back at the royal palace, life was unusually peaceful as the state apparatus operated smoothly.

However, two guys always came over to freeload every day without fail, making Samael feel like his house was turning into a public canteen.

Kai was alright; at least he brought a small gift when he met the Lion King. But the Lion King had absolutely no sense of propriety. He just ate and drank for free all day long, and his appetite was quite outrageous.

Samael wasn't too concerned about the expenses, since Kai would always give some money for meals in private to help the suffering people. However, every time Artoria came, the family would be busy for several hours just preparing the food, and Frye couldn't manage it all by himself.

This kind of complicated life is quite different from the ancient snake's philosophy of taking a break and fishing.

So Samael took full advantage of his initiative... and taught Bagst how to cook...

But believe it or not, this tooth-clan fairy, who was thrown into the kitchen by her unscrupulous caregiver, actually has an unexpected talent for cooking.

She is particularly skilled at cooking meat.

Previously, Samael had casually suggested the idea of ​​Wellington steak on a whim.

As a result, Bagst and Freya managed to recreate a dish that was about 70-80% similar to the original after some trial and error in the kitchen, and it tasted quite good, which greatly surprised Samael.

Unexpectedly, this battle-type fairy also has such a domestic side.

Moreover, since Bagst himself is a big eater, the food he produces is large in quantity and plentiful, which greatly alleviates the current troubles in the kitchen's supply channels, allowing Samael to have some peace and quiet.

"Father, please try the dishes this time."

A respectful and expectant murmur broke through Samael's thoughts.

The visitor was none other than Bagst.

Since taking up his post in the kitchen, this black male dog has moved beyond the low-level fun of playing around with his fellow dogs and has become more enthusiastic about giving Samael the new dishes he and Freya develop every day.

The old snake was lying on a bench, basking in the sun. Ever since Morgan left, it had been living a very lazy and indifferent life.

Smelling the aroma of roasted meat in the air, he made a conscious effort to... roll over, rising from a lying position to a half-sitting position, and without even reaching out, he could comfortably enjoy the veal steak that Bagst handed him.

"Hmm, the exterior is an even brown color, the inside is juicy, and it tastes very good."

Samael gave a fair assessment, mostly encouraging and affirming, because children are the easiest to coax.

Otherwise, if their enthusiasm is dampened, who will do the work for them?

Having received a satisfactory reply, Bagst was even more overjoyed. His gaze toward Samael was filled with anticipation and a hint of trepidation.

"Then can I cook for you often in the future? In my opinion, this is a very happy and blissful thing."

"Of course, no problem. I was worried I wouldn't be able to get any."

Samael smiled and habitually looked up to stroke the little guy's head.

However, after stretching out its arms several times, the ancient serpent was speechless.

Unbeknownst to him, Bagst had grown to nearly two meters tall. Even when he stood up, he could hardly touch the girl's head as he had before, let alone now that he was sitting.

However, before an awkward atmosphere could arise, the tall dog demon obediently squatted down and lowered its head to its breeder.

Even when Samael parted Bagst's golden hair and his fingertips touched the pair of tiny, almost taboo, antennae on her head, Bagst only bit her lip and suppressed a soft moan, remaining obediently still, like a hunting dog crouching beside its master.

Samael examined the growth of the tentacles and the seal on them, nodded slightly, and patiently asked Bagst for his opinion.

"Hmm, it seems the suppression is going well. There haven't been any unusual situations lately, have there?"

An unusual situation? Probably not.

Bagst looked up at the breeder in front of him, and subconsciously rolled his pink tongue to lick his dry cherry lips, saliva secreting from his mouth without him realizing it.

"That's good. These are Yaling's tentacles, or you could say they are your second soul. If one day these things dissipate, your rationality will fade, and you will no longer be yourself. Your sense of self will be difficult to maintain. Therefore, you must protect these two tentacles and not let others touch them easily."

Samael withdrew his hand from her golden hair and gave her a serious warning.

"Don't worry, Father. I will keep your teachings in mind. Only Father and Mother are allowed to have contact with this pair of people. No one else, not even Melusin, has that chance!"

The fairy knight laughed heartily and pounded his chest in response, the unconscious movement creating exaggerated waves in his chest, stretching the thin fabric to its limit.

It must be said that the clothing produced by Habertlot is very fashionable and alluring.

Samael paused for a moment, then subconsciously turned his gaze away, muttering to himself.

One year old! One year old!

Three years minimum, death penalty maximum!

Just as the ancient snake's thoughts were wandering, Bagst raised his hand and touched the time bomb above his head, his eyes filled with determination.

"Besides, isn't there you, Father? You are the strongest warrior I have ever seen. If it really comes to that... please grant me death then. Whether you reopen the wound or close it, it doesn't matter what means you use... I hope you can end me with your own hands. I would rather die in your arms with beautiful memories than destroy myself in madness and delusion!"

"Snapped!"

Before the fairy knight could finish his impassioned declaration, a sharp rap on the head struck her.

"What do you mean by death! Stop talking nonsense! Isn't it good to be alive when you have wine to drink and good food to eat?"

Samael snorted and scolded, and Bagst obediently shut up, picked up his plate, turned and walked towards the kitchen, a faint smile still on his sunlit face.

Watching Bagst walk further and further away, the ancient snake shook its head helplessly, then stroked its chin in thought.

He currently has no good solution to the problem of the fairies going out of control.

But there is a very clear viewpoint: it's better to guide than to block. Why not just find this girl something else to do?

Samael narrowed his eyes and a sinister smile spread across his face. "I remember those round table people have been quite idle lately?"

I still remember the time we ganged up on him at the banquet last time.

Chapter 86 Life is getting more and more unpredictable

Having devised a plan to challenge the club in his mind, Samael, feeling somewhat full, lazily lay on a deck chair under the shade of a tree, like a snake lying dead in the sunlight.

But the lack of exercise left his body with an uncomfortable feeling of stiffness and rust.

Suddenly, the ancient snake's gaze fell upon a pair of small feet clad in white stockings, dangling slightly from the eaves above, and an idea struck it.

"Melucin, come here, I have a task for you."

Summoned by a wave, the serious-looking little imp leaped down from the roof and landed in front of its caretaker, awaiting orders.

"Come on up and step on me!"

"what?"

Melusine, who had never heard of such a bizarre request before, was utterly embarrassed and stood there dumbfounded.

Fifteen minutes later, the shadows under the tree overlapped, one above the other.

"Mmm, to the right... to the left... a little lower, it's okay, don't be so careful, a little harder, yes, I can handle more pressure, tsk, that feels good... that feels good..."

The snake, lying on the recliner, hummed happily as it directed the movement. With a gentle yet firm touch, it landed on the muscle nodules. Even through the clothes, the soft touch of its tiny feet, like those of a bird running on the beach, was incredibly soothing.

Standing on the back of her keeper, Melusin tried her best to walk as usual, pacing across different muscle groups, while stealing glances down at the seemingly relaxed expression on someone's face, which appeared to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. A big question mark popped into her little mind.

Does doing this kind of thing really make you feel good? I don't understand...

"Stop... um... stop, we don't need to do this."

Samael, his face contorted in pain, mumbled a reminder from the recliner.

"Hug, sorry..."

The little imp, who was lost in thought, realized that she had accidentally stepped on the face of her caretaker, and hurriedly lifted her little foot and turned away.

Samael rubbed his cheeks, surprisingly feeling a lingering sense of reluctance.

Although I don't have that kind of hobby, I have to say that this novel experience was really awesome.

The ancient snake shifted to a more comfortable position, lay down on the recliner, closed its eyes, and fully enjoyed the back-stepping service from the young, innocent loli.

Since Morgan isn't home, and he's been a workaholic for thousands of years, can't I at least enjoy myself a little?

The increasingly depraved Holy Sword Wielder muttered to himself.

These peaceful days without anyone bothering me are making me more and more hopeful.

"Hmm? This looks like a lot of fun. Why don't I give it a try?"

In the courtyard, Bawanxi, who was playing with ants and was dripping honey as usual, turned around and saw this. She couldn't help but abandon her somewhat tedious game and excitedly came over.

"Okay!"

The ancient serpent, with its eyes closed and immersed in this decadent life, emitted a pleasant nasal sound.

Ah, two little girls, double the enjoyment! He couldn't wait any longer.

"1, 2, 3!"

Just as Samael was eagerly preparing for the new experience, he heard cheerful counting sounds.

The ancient snake paused slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in its heart.

The next moment, her pink hair fluttered as the little fairy leaped high into the air.

Boom!

In an instant, dust billowed up. Bawanxi clapped her hands, feeling the strange sensation from the pads under her feet. Her eyes sparkled, and her thoughts surged like a tide.

Ah, this feels so much better than stepping on ants! This feeling is amazing!

Yes, this is exactly the kind of experience I wanted!

A strange sense of comfort made the girl's face flush with excitement, and she couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and stomp a few more times.

"Ba, Wan, Xi!"

However, before the little girl's pleasure could last long, the paw pad under her feet suddenly rose from the wooden planks of the recliner, and the eerie tone made the surrounding air seem to freeze.

Suddenly, the little imp, who had done all the bad things and was now on high alert, realized the danger and turned to run away.

Immediately, Samael, whose wonderful experience had been completely ruined, chased after the little troublemaker who was the culprit all over the yard, gritting his teeth and muttering about how he would deal with her after arresting her.

As she ran, Bawanshi turned back to protest, waving her fists in a gesture of defiance.

"Why should I? You were the one who told me to step on you, and didn't you feel good when Melusin stepped on you?"

"How can this be the same? You brat, you used so much force, and you were wearing high heels! Murder, huh? You finally can't hide your evil intentions anymore! Come here, I promise I won't kill you!"

Samael's forehead veins bulged, and the dark blue veins under his skin writhed menacingly like earthworms; his eyes seemed to spit fire.

However, Bavanshi wasn't stupid. She knew that she wouldn't have a good ending if she fell into this guy's hands, so she ran away happily.

Two figures, one tall and one short, chased and fled, knocking over a large number of bottles, jars, tables, chairs, and decorations along the way, causing chaos and disorder throughout the yard.

Just as the two bickering lovers were wreaking havoc on the poor house, a dull knocking came from the door.

"I'll deal with you later!"

Samael stopped in his tracks, glancing at Bavanshi, who was hiding behind Bagst and using the large bowl of chicken soup in her hand as cover. After uttering a harsh remark through gritted teeth, he turned and went to open the door.

As the door opened, a familiar figure stood before it. The ancient snake looked at the beautiful figure wearing a black veil and a blue-black dress, a smile blooming on its face, and softly murmured.

"Well then, welcome back."

"Yes, I'm home."

Morgan nodded slightly, a sense of relief and peace appearing in his eyes.

"Hey, so you're Mother's guardian knight? You look so weak, what's wrong with you? You're not intimidating at all. Is this how you protect Mother? Tsk, let's have a go sometime!"

Just as the witch and the holy swordsman were facing each other at the door, a small head with a messy golden ponytail peeked out from behind Morgan, looking at the man in front of her with an arrogant expression of disdain.

The little girl was only 1.2 meters tall, wearing a cool tank top and hot pants from Habetrot. Although she was trying to look up at Samael because of the height difference, her sharp features and green eyes were full of the rebellious spirit of a child in her rebellious phase.

Samael's brow twitched, feigning ignorance.

"this is……"

"Mordred, the child I brought from Orkney, from now on you will be her teacher and foster father."

Morgan promptly handed the unruly child behind him to Samael.

"Hey, Mother, who wants this seemingly frail fellow to teach me! Didn't you promise to send me to the Round Table to learn skills from those heroes and the Lion King?"