Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The little girl, whose fate was being held by the scruff of her neck, flailed and protested like a wildcat, but when the Knights of the Round Table and the Lion King were mentioned, her eyes were filled with intense admiration.

"The Knights of the Round Table you mentioned, he fought a dozen of them..."

Morgan wasn't good at dealing with rebellious teenagers, so he simply stated the facts.

"As for the Lion King..."

Samael smiled and took over the conversation, watching the two familiar figures approaching from not far away, arms crossed, looking at them meaningfully.

Whether she gets to eat today depends entirely on my mood!

At that moment, the lion, who had come searching for food, had just opened its mouth...

"Official business..."

"I understand. I'm in a good mood today, let's eat first..."

Samael, with an inscrutable expression, raised his hand and replied instantly, clearly very familiar with the process.

"Come on, let's try the Irish mead this time. It's said to be the genuine stuff left behind by the Red Branch Knights."

Similarly, Kai, who was accompanying them, readily paid tribute to this freeloading behavior, obediently offering up the good stuff he had recently collected.

Immediately, Samael, who was blocking the doorway, smiled warmly and made way for Kai.

It's actually true...

The mischievous child, whose values ​​had been severely shaken, seemed to see a mammoth bowing to an ant. He rubbed his eyes, stunned, and stood there with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

Chapter 87 Mo Zai, are you a simp?

"bowl……"

"Another bowl, please..."

"Lord Samael..."

At the table laden with abundant meat and delicious dishes, the Lion King deftly handed out empty plates one after another, while Samael piled up Artoria's favorite curry chicken and staple food high and quickly handed them over, like a busy animal keeper.

The two large buckets of rice that were prepared disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mordred was stunned by the shocking scene. He dropped the braised chicken leg he was holding onto the table with a thud.

Look how scared the child is! Could it be that his hopes have been dashed?

Samael, who was helping to serve the rice, looked back and forth between the little Mo Zai, whose expression was gradually breaking down, and the Lion King, who was ignoring all outside distractions and focusing entirely on eating.

However, before the ancient serpent could gloat for long, Mordred, having regained his senses, immediately raised his hand and snapped it against his almost dislocated jawbone, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed in excitement.

"This...this is the capacity of a king?! So cool!"

The little guy's eyes shone with an intense light, as if countless little stars were twinkling within them, his admiration overflowing.

Wow, you can brag about this?

Samael's hand, which was scooping rice, trembled, and he nearly collapsed.

"Well, as expected, I still have a lot to learn!"

Mordred muttered to himself, then tapped the table, pointed to the food the Lion King was enjoying, and excitedly looked up at Samael.

"Um, I'll have one too!"

"Okay, one child's meal."

As Samael groaned weakly, Freya passed the curry chicken rice served on a small plate to Mordred's seat.

Screw your kids' meal! Your whole family eats kids' meals!

Looking at Mordred, who was far from what he had expected, he angrily banged his fork in protest.

"I want a large portion! Hey, do you even understand what a large portion is?!"

"Okay, give her a larger portion..."

The ancient snake lazily waved its hand, satisfying the brat's desire to follow the trend and compete.

As the refilled large meal was delivered to Mordred, the brat who had been fighting like a cockfighting rooster just moments before suddenly beamed with joy. He sat back down, swinging his legs, glancing at Artoria's posture while clumsily imitating her, eagerly mimicking the Lion King's mannerisms as he diligently ate.

Even though his throat was too small and he couldn't maintain the appropriate swallowing speed, causing the little guy to choke and roll his eyes, Mordred still stubbornly chose to keep up with Artoria's pace and continued to wolf down his food.

Even more surprisingly, this dim-witted roe deer had a smug look on its face.

Mo Zai, are you a simp?

Yes, absolutely!

The ancient snake secretly grumbled to itself, and couldn't help but roll its eyes.

However, as his gaze fell upon the intense, almost tangible, worship in Mo Zai's eyes, Samael suddenly realized what was happening.

That's just how children are; they always tend to imitate the people they blindly admire.

Moreover, let's not even talk about how ridiculous it is to learn to eat. When we were young, who hasn't done silly things like competing to see who could pee the yellowest or the farthest?

All things considered, this child has only been born for a little over a month. Even with some kind of mysterious blessing, his mindset and reactions are more like those of a typical child.

However, Samael never understood where Mordred's natural and overwhelming affection for the Lion King came from.

Filled with curiosity, the ancient snake quietly approached Mo Zai, who was diligently eating, raised its elbow to nudge the little one, and whispered something to her.

"You seem quite familiar with The Lion King?"

"As a Briton, who doesn't know the King?"

Mordred looked up at Samael with disdain, as if he had asked a very stupid question.

However, the child's strong urge to confide still made Mordred hum softly.

"My mother often tells me about the King's deeds, and even if she doesn't, the Lion King's great achievements are being sung everywhere along the way! He won the twelve dynastic wars, defeated the dragon Vortigern, drove out the Saxons, and quelled the four great calamities! The sacred Round Table realm, the pure white thousand-year kingdom, he's so awesome!"

Mordred became more and more excited as he spoke, and couldn't help but beckon Samael to listen attentively. Then he sneakily leaned close to the ancient snake's ear and proudly showed off.

"According to my mother's prophecy, as long as I follow in the king's footsteps, I will become like the king!"

It's also possible that they are one of the King of Destruction's men...

Samael gazed wistfully at the little fellow caught in the web of fate, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and he murmured a sigh in his heart.

"You guys eat first. There's another dish in the kitchen. Morgan and I will go take a look."

Then, the ancient snake smiled and got up, beckoning Morgan to go to the kitchen to check on the next round of meal preparation.

The moment the two entered the room, several light patterns engraved around them lit up, and a magical barrier separating the inside from the outside quietly unfolded.

Samael, standing in front of the stove, turned to Morgan and asked him earnestly.

"Modred is..."

"My bloodline is a union with Artoria's, the strongest of the Pendragon lineage's next generation..."

The witch remained silent for a moment, then slowly revealed the answer without hiding anything.

At that unpleasant dinner party a month ago, Morgan took the opportunity to steal the blood factor from her sister Artoria. Then, through spatial warp magic, she returned to Orkney and combined that blood with her own, intending to create offspring that would surpass her and Artoria's.

The mystical blessings of Britain and the blessings of human faith will merge to give birth to the strongest Pendragon bloodline in history.

Even gods eventually wear down, and even a thousand-year-old kingdom needs fresh blood to inherit it.

Samael sighed and offered a gentle reminder.

"Artoria has already become a deity, and time will probably not be able to erode her physical body."

"It's not just the body that can be worn down, but also the soul and emotions..."

Morgan gazed at the Lion King, who stood before the dining table like a sculpture, and spoke in a meaningful tone.

"As her deification intensifies, her sensibility and empathy are gradually being stripped away. But if this continues, sooner or later, humans will become incomprehensible and unacceptable in her eyes. A god who has stood on the clouds for too long will eventually part ways with the people under her rule who crawl into the mud to survive, and may even become completely opposed to them."

The witch's description left Samael slightly stunned.

Because it is indeed true in some future fact.

The Lion King, who had been elevated to a god, ultimately went against humanity's choices and became a unique being that had to be erased and discarded to maintain human order.

"Mordred is a life created by the mystery of nature within me and the faith of humanity within Artoria, possessing both divinity and humanity."

Theoretically, she is superior to us. Once Artoria's emotions are completely worn away and she gradually deviates from humanity, even if I cannot do it, I can entrust it to Mordred, who has grown up.

The witch's gaze was intense, and a mocking sneer played on her lips.

Once, the rightful kingship was taken from him by Uther and Merlin with their blasphemous bloodline.

Now, he himself has created, in a forbidden way, a successor who can replace Artoria.

Moreover, in a sense, like the former Artoria, she is also a 'bastard' and a non-human creation.

Fate, in its endless cycle, has ultimately returned to its origin.

Samael listened intently to the witch's almost cathartic narration. In the ensuing silence, he turned to Mordred in the courtyard and spoke softly.

"But, this work still failed, right?"

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Chapter 88 Mo Zai's Life Countdown (4.2k)

Morgan fell silent, his expression quite complex.

The idea is indeed beautiful, but the continuation of these two bloodlines, whether it is the red dragon son blessed by faith or the British witch endowed with natural mystery, is full of chance and miracles.

In this world where the age of gods is gradually declining, they are the last rays of light on the island of Britain, brilliant yet irretrievable.

What Morgan wanted to do, however, was to merge the completely different bloodline traits of her and Artoria into one.

This project was already incredibly difficult, and the fact that Mordred was created from it is an incredible miracle.

Therefore, the child developed a serious defect that Morgan could not eliminate despite his best efforts.

During a brief moment of contemplation, the witch raised her eyes and gazed at Mordred, who was sitting at the dining table, her tone turning somber as she looked at him with a deep longing and curiosity about everything.

“An infant’s body simply cannot withstand the power of two bloodlines merging, so her rate of wear and tear far exceeds my expectations…”

It must be said that Mordred truly possesses extraordinary talent. In just half a month, the aetheric reaction in her body is comparable to that of those fairy knights born from calamity.

However, as a price, Mordred's physical wear and tear was occurring even faster than Artoria's emotional wear and tear.

In just half a month, Mordred grew at the speed that an average child takes five or six years to complete.

Even though Morgan had been hiding in Orkney for the past two weeks, using every possible means—dream lessons, real-world instruction, and mental imprinting—to impart complex information and skills to Mordred through rote learning, he still couldn't keep up with Mordred's aging pace.

It's estimated that Mordred's body will have already collapsed before the Lion King can fully become a god. By the time the opportunity comes, the grass on this kid's grave will be several meters high.

Therefore, the plan to use this child to replace the Lion King was never going to be realized from the beginning and was destined to be a failure.

How much longer does she have?

"Less than a year..."

The back-and-forth between the two made the atmosphere even more stagnant.

In less than a year...

The ancient snake gazed at the little creature in the courtyard, its cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, jumping onto a stool and still struggling with "Wang Wei," and a faint sigh escaped its lips.

Often, fate is so unpredictable and absurd.

Meanwhile, the growing sense of oppression emanating from Morgan made Samael sigh, his brow furrowing slightly as he murmured in thought.

"So, you brought Mordred back to Camelot to..."