Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I give up... Since I can't do it, there's no point in persisting..."

The witch's casual answer caught the ancient serpent somewhat off guard, causing him to turn his head slightly in surprise to look at Morgan.

"Then this child..."

"Things of no value have no reason to remain in Orkney."

Morgan pondered for a moment, then looked at Mordred, who was arguing with several little fairies over who would take her place. After a pause, he turned his head away.

"She was a creation born with a mission, and although her life was destined to end, she should at least see what the meaning of her life truly was..."

The faint, soft words, spoken in a gradually lowered tone, were like a gentle breeze passing by.

"This is the only mercy I can give her..."

Before Samael could press further, Morgan had already left the kitchen, moved behind the two little ones, and looked down at them with a haughty gaze.

Because of their bickering, Mordred and Bavanshi, who were about to start fighting, suddenly felt a chill and shivered.

The imposing presence of the British witch immediately silenced the two hot-tempered individuals.

"Mordred, do you remember the promise you made to me?"

"Okay, okay, I promise I'll give way to these idiots..."

Mo Zai hung his head and muttered irritably, his face showing considerable displeasure. His nonchalant tone caused the blood pressure of the few girls, who were naturally childlike, to rise.

"If you've eaten your fill, you can go for a walk around the neighborhood. We adults have some things to discuss privately."

Soon, the meal was almost finished. Morgan sent the little ones away, who still needed time to adjust, and sat quietly opposite Artoria.

Samael, adept at reading people's expressions, promptly cleared the table, replaced it with drinks and refreshments, and sat down with Kai to keep him company. Through casual conversation, they eased the somber atmosphere.

"I want Mordred to join your Knights of the Round Table, to make her a member of the Round Table..."

After a moment of silence, Morgan frowned slightly and made his request in a neutral tone, though his attempt to soften the tone still carried a hint of stiffness.

There was no way around it; she had never been good at asking for favors, especially when facing her younger sister. She often found it difficult to control her emotions, which she shouldn't have.

"Sister Wang, the Knights of the Round Table won't accept children who are too young, and besides, the war is over..."

The Knight King on the other side wasn't much better off; his face remained calm and composed, and he spoke in a businesslike tone.

But then, Artoria's gaze met Kai's frantic hint, and she paused slightly before adding a further comment.

"However, she can come back when she's older. As long as she passes the assessment, I can recruit her as a member of the Round Table..."

"what ever……"

Morgan didn't say much. His face, which had become increasingly calm since returning from Orkney, showed little emotion.

"Don't worry, I will keep a record of this. When the Knights recruit new members, if this child meets the requirements, I will give her a special spot to take the assessment."

Kai took out his notebook, wrote down the relevant information, and promised with a big smile, turning this casual remark into a finalized arrangement, thus defining the nature of the matter.

It's rare for this British witch to speak up, and it's not something inhumane. If we can help, we should. Who knows, we might even be able to mend our relationship.

Not only himself, but his father, Sir Hector, had also repeatedly reminded him of this.

As for the knights who infiltrate the Round Table, once they enter, they will inevitably be transformed into the king's form thanks to the king's charisma.

In any case, based on past experience, it's destined to be a profitable deal.

"Thank you for your hospitality, gentlemen. Let's call it a day and meet again sometime."

Sensing something unusual in the air, Kai exchanged a few pleasantries, then, without lingering, pulled Artoria, who was cutting pudding, to his feet and say goodbye.

As for dessert, of course we'll take it to go.

Samael was already somewhat immune to this scoundrel who kept taking and eating, and without hiding his disgust, he kicked Kai, who wanted to steal a few more portions, out of the courtyard.

However, as soon as the five adults stepped outside, they were shocked to find the five little ones who had been left to roam freely sneakily jumping down from the wall.

Even more outrageous, in just a short while, the four little ones' faces were covered in dirt, and Mordred and Bavanshi's clothes had some torn marks and some red stains on the outside.

A striking red swelling was still visible on the left cheek of Bawanshi.

The little ones, caught red-handed, gasped for breath. They had just been trying to sell Mordred Morgan to Artoria, and now stared at her with unfriendly expressions.

In the frozen atmosphere, the four perpetrators—Bavanshi, Bagst, Melusin, and Mordred—felt like they had thorns in their backs as they cautiously climbed down from the wall and stood obediently side by side in the corner.

The four arrested men looked at each other, lowered their heads and kept quiet, none of them daring to speak first.

"Mordred, you've been fighting again?"

Morgan's face froze, his eyes turned cold, and his gaze toward the brat in front of him exuded a strong sense of menace and oppression.

Mordred first shrank back, then seemed to remember something, and raised his head high, opening it to defend himself.

"Mother, I just..."

"You only need to answer, yes or no!"

Morgan's gaze was icy as she forcefully interrupted the brat's rebuttal.

Mordred was slightly taken aback, but under this intense pressure, she raised her head and met Morgan's sharp eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, and arrogance and resentment appeared on her angular face.

"You got into a fight again, yes or no!"

"Yes!"

Finally, during Morgan's next question, Mordred lowered her head with a gloomy expression, forced out the words through gritted teeth in a defiant manner, and then turned her head away.

"Good that you admit it. Starting today, you are grounded."

"So what if I'm confined to my home? Who wants to go out!"

The indifferent witch delivers her judgment, while the rebellious knight confronts her head-on.

"Mother, actually..."

“Bavanshi, you don’t need to speak until we ask you.”

Accustomed to Morgan's calm and gentle demeanor, the fairies exchanged bewildered glances upon seeing this. As their eyes met, Bavanshi, whose cheek was swollen, gritted her teeth and stepped forward. But just as she was about to speak, she was frightened away by the witch's eerie gaze.

"You lot, don't beg her. I did it, so what if I get punished? I'll take responsibility for the consequences myself!"

Mordred scoffed defiantly, clearly annoyed by Morgan's strict control.

The more stubbornly she resisted, the more thunder and fire raged in the witch's eyes.

"Hey, you're pretty loyal. Tell me, who did this to Bawanxi's face? And what's with all of you dressed like this?"

Just as the mother and son were staring at each other, sparks flying in the air and the tense atmosphere grew even more strained, Samael, leaning against the tree, asked with a smile, his eyes full of curiosity.

Morgan, still furious, looked at Samael, who had stepped in, hesitated for a moment, then frowned and waited without saying anything.

However, having just witnessed their mother's emotional outburst, the little girls kept their lips tightly shut for a moment.

“Why are you afraid to admit what you’ve done? Knights must uphold the virtue of honesty. Bagst, where did you go just now? What did you do? Tell me.”

Samael quickly found a breakthrough and set his sights on Bagst, who was about to burst out talking.

As for why I didn't choose Bavanxi, well, there's no way I can say that she has too many past offenses, and who knows if the content was embellished or exaggerated.

"The injuries on Bavanshi's face were from when the kids outside threw stones at her. That's why Mordred got into a fight with them..."

As Bagst recounted the story, the circumstances were gradually revealed.

Previously, the three free-range little guys squatted in the side yard, following their usual play habits: some were stepping on ants, and others were sunbathing.

But the naturally active Mordred soon couldn't stand this retirement-like life and urged them to climb over the wall and go out for a stroll.

The three little fairies couldn't resist the temptation and followed Mordred, who had already climbed over the wall while they were talking, out of the courtyard they were tired of staying in and went outside to have some fun.

As a result, the fairies' distinctive racial characteristics, along with recent rumors stigmatizing the Nameless Forest, have become rampant.

Before long, they were cornered in the alley by older children from the neighborhood.

A child's malice, once it becomes pure, can be quite terrifying.

Influenced by the sounds of the streets, these little creatures, under the pretext of "punishing the evil demons," insulted and threw stones at the unsuspecting Bawanshi and her friends.

The redness and swelling on Bawanxi's cheek is an injury left when she was caught off guard.

According to Bagst's account, what surprised Samael and Morgan even more was that Bavanshi, who was usually domineering at home, actually kept quiet and only wanted to pull the somewhat angry Bagst and Melusin out of the encirclement and run home.

The girl's reason was that as fairies, they couldn't fight outside, otherwise it would put their mother and Samael in a difficult position.

Samael looked at Bavanshi with great surprise, which made the somewhat shy little guy immediately stiffen his neck and hum softly.

"It's none of your business! I just don't want to get scolded by Mother!"

For a moment, this reaction was strangely endearing.

It's simply unbelievable that a fairy who should only care about herself has learned to consider others and has suppressed her true nature as a result.

Samael's eyes softened, and he turned to look at Mordred with interest.

"So, it's your turn to take the stage as the main character. You're not afraid to tell us what's going to happen next, are you?"

"Tch, what's there to be afraid of!"

Provoked by the words, Mordred immediately raised his head and blurted out the rest of the story.

What happened next was very Mordred.

The rebellious knight, known for her unruly children, didn't tolerate these hapless kids. Regardless of the consequences, she went straight up and quickly beat the group of teenagers, who were several heads taller than her, until they were wailing on the ground.

The bloodstains and damage on her body are physical evidence left from that time.

While recounting these events, Mordred became animated, gesturing and speaking with great pride, clearly enjoying her role as the "protagonist."

“I remember Bagst said, ‘If those brats don’t include you in their target list, what are you going to do?’”

"Tch, upholding justice and protecting the weak, isn't that what a knight should be doing?!"

Mordred gave Samael a disdainful look, gave his reason bluntly, then glanced at Morgan seemingly unintentionally before turning away and scoffing.

"Besides, I promised to protect them, and I mean it! Those little brats are pathetic. They came to cause trouble without my permission; they deserve a beating!"

Protect... Bawanshi and the others...

Samael's gaze quietly fell on Mordred and Morgan, scrutinizing them carefully, a look of understanding gradually appearing in his eyes.

So that's why Morgan created Mordred.

Chapter 89 The Witch's House's Evil Gang (4.4k)

Who says a witch's plan has to be a conspiracy?

Who says that a witch's choices are necessarily malicious?

Does bearing this stigma mean that all her actions must be relegated to the shadows?

Samael was filled with emotion. Unconsciously, he too had a preconceived notion that Morgan was finally going to turn to the dark side and prepare to go to extremes.

But what is the truth?

Mordred's birth was less about Morgan seizing the opportunity to overthrow the Holy Round Table, and more about this future Fairy Queen being determined to build her own Fairy Round Table to counter Camelot's expansion.

This is nothing more than a disguised form of self-preservation.

It wasn't to protect herself, but to protect the children behind her whom she couldn't care less about.

The journey together has shown that the once solitary witch is no longer alone.

In their previous interactions, the Lion King inadvertently revealed his attitude toward the Nameless Forest and the fairies, these unstable elements.

If Artoria were to actually target the six fairy clans, Morgan had no doubt that the invincible Knights of Justice and the Round Table could easily drive the goblins out of their caves, clip the fairies' wings, and imprison the monsters.

Whether it's the Druids' belief in nature or her own bloodline protected by the island's mystique, it all destined her to stand on the side of nature.

If the mystique of nature is eroded by the protection of faith, the witch, having lost her source of power, will likely weaken rapidly.

Even a powerful figure like Vortigern fell to the Lion King. Morgan couldn't guarantee that if their ideologies diverged, he, now powerless, could truly protect these children forever.

Mordred, then, is probably the witch who sought a balance for the coexistence of two groups on British soil.

Similarly, it is estimated to be a card to counterbalance the Lion King's autocratic rule.

Otherwise, after humans flattened that forest, the fairies' plight would be unimaginable.

Today, the stories that once praised fairy knights for quelling calamities have faded into obscurity, while rumors of witches and fairies causing calamities have spread far and wide.

The witch, once abandoned by the nation and its people, has no intention of arguing or boasting.