Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Moreover, she has never been spared any stigma.

But as a member of the royal family and the Lion King's older sister, she can still live a good life no matter how others attack her.

But how will Bavanshi and Freya, who have decided to live in human society, cope?

Human beings have both a divine side and are never lacking in malice.

The fact that you are surrounded by a group of children throwing stones as soon as you go out is a good example.

As Samael pondered, his eerie gaze swept over the fairies and Morgan in turn.

Bagst, the dog demon born from a beast plague; Melusin, the dragon born from a dragon plague; Bavanshi, the vampire born from an insect plague; and Habetroth, the fairy thug...

He is the wielder of the Holy Sword, and Merry, the fairy of paradise, carries a special mission...

And finally, there's Mordred, the rebellious knight who inherited the dragon's essence and the witch's mystery...

If humans and fairies go to war, and Artoria vows to wipe out the remaining mysteries of this land, then according to Samael's deduction, there is a high probability that the six major clans will side with Morgan, with whom they have had previous connections.

Unbeknownst to her, this British witch had already gathered a force no less powerful than the Round Table.

Humanity's abuse and rejection of dragons, fairies, and magical beasts is nearing a critical point.

Camelot appears calm on the surface, but undercurrents are actually surging beneath.

In a daze, the ancient serpent seemed to see the afterimage of the dragon's remains in the swamp standing behind Morgan, sneering.

The fate he predicted, the ending he expected, ultimately and inevitably came to befall Morgan.

The princess who once firmly declared that she would never become like Vortigern is now being driven to this point by the land she cherishes and the people she cares about.

How ironic it all is.

Unconsciously, a cold smile appeared on the ancient snake's lips, its eyes full of mockery.

"Tch, I've done it, so punish me however you want!"

After saying that, Mordred stole a glance at Morgan, whose expression was obscured by a veil. She first shrank her neck, then muttered something under her breath, looking like a stubborn pig that wouldn't budge.

Morgan stood there, moved his lips slightly, but ultimately remained silent.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, the questioner, who had come to his senses, sneaked up to Mordred and nudged the brat in the back with his shrugging shoulders.

"After all that talk, did you actually win or not?"

"Of course!"

"So who took down the most?"

"It had to be me! I took down eight of them all by myself! If the rest hadn't run away so fast, I guarantee none of those who came looking for trouble would have gotten away!"

"You idiot! Remember the area around their house, and go there in the dark! Even if they run, they'll eventually have to go home, right?"

"Great idea! You don't know, Bawanxi and the others are so hesitant and restrained, they don't even know how to plug the gaps, they're so stupid."

"That's because they lack experience. I'm the most qualified to talk about fighting. Throwing stones can easily lead to accidents if you can't stop. Use willow branches, though. Those things will only leave some cuts and bruises, and they hurt a lot when you whip them. Or, the best choice is a white waxwood stick about the thickness of a thumb. That stuff is flexible and feels good in your hand. Just hit the fleshy parts, and it will not only be satisfying, but it will also keep them in bed for days without leaving any serious aftereffects..."

Samael's sketches and descriptions opened a new world for Mordred, and the mischievous boy next to him listened with shining eyes. In his excitement, he slapped Samael on the shoulder and urged him on with excited eyes.

"How about I take you with me next time we get into a fight?"

"Great! Maybe we'll become the best partners. I'll take care of beating up their parents, and you can handle the kids."

"Partner? Haha, partner is good! When we fight, you have to protect my back and don't leave me behind to run away first!"

"Am I that kind of person?!"

In the corner, two figures, one tall and one short, were talking animatedly. Unconsciously, they moved closer and closer, and even began to squat on the ground with their backs to the crowd, muttering about their revenge plan.

They looked just like two delinquent students who were hiding in the toilet or a corner of the wall during class time, trying to avoid the head of student affairs' inspection.

"Cough cough..."

Kai, the logistics manager, couldn't stand it any longer and coughed to remind the person who was corrupting the child to be mindful of the occasion and respect his and Artoria's professions.

When Samael and Mordred turned around, they had already put their arms around each other, and the exchange between their eyes was quite dramatic. While they were trying to appease everyone, they exuded the aura of habitual offenders.

A wicked gang from a witch's house was freshly formed in full view of everyone, and even the usually cold and indifferent Morgan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.

You two, that's enough. I'm responsible for maintaining order in the city.

Kai couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, inwardly complaining.

Camelot is likely to be in a rather turbulent period.

Sensing the resentment of his friend, the sheriff, Samael cleared his throat with a dry cough, his gaze hardening as he became serious.

"Where were we? Right, climbing over the wall to fight is a very bad thing, and they should be punished!"

The ancient snake put on a stern face and reprimanded him severely.

"Your ideological awareness is not high enough! You should receive more of the influence of the King! If you want to join the Round Table, you need to study more about how to become a qualified knight!"

Just as Kai was pondering the new words that had just come out of Samael's mouth, the ancient serpent turned to Artoria with a serious expression.

"Your Majesty, this task is probably only suitable for you as the King of Knights. Why don't you teach her how to ride a horse today?"

As the person opposite her subtly raised two fingers in front of their chest, Artoria's indifferent expression softened, and she spoke in a serious tone.

"That's fine..."

"They're almost gone, why aren't you outside mounting your horse!"

It wasn't until Samael nudged her shoulder to remind her that Mordred, who thought she was about to get a beating, suddenly snapped out of her daze. Looking at the Knight King sitting astride his silver-white warhorse at the door, having given up the front seat, she was stunned by this sudden "punishment." Her feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, and she felt lightheaded.

Once she was actually mounted on the warhorse and nestled in Artoria's arms, Mordred, still somewhat dazed, couldn't help but pinch her thigh hard. Finally, grimacing, she realized that this wasn't a dream.

Having recovered from the experience, Mordred looked at Samael, who was smiling and waving at her from the doorway, with an intense and burning gaze.

Unexpectedly, there really are people in the world who are so compatible with her!

Well done, partner!

"Why not go through the main gate of the Holy City? The scenery along the way is beautiful, and we can take off our magic disguises and get some fresh air."

At the door, Samael turned to Kai beside him, pondered for a moment, and offered a suggestion in a meaningful tone.

Kai snapped out of his reverie, nodded thoughtfully, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Let's go to East Street, I know that place well."

The main street to the east is lined with the mansions of the nobility, and coincidentally, it includes the location where Mordred fought.

Having the Lion King carry Mordred out of Morgan's house is, in a sense, a political statement.

The royal family is not as divided and conflicted as the outside world has suggested, and the two sisters are not mortal enemies.

Therefore, anyone who wants to target Morgan should at least think twice before making a move, and consider whether they dare to bear the wrath of the two men.

This would be a good clarification of the recent rampant rumors.

Whatever the Queen decides to do about the Nameless Forest in the future, that will be her own will, not an answer influenced by her subjects or rumors, and it has nothing to do with this trivial matter between the sisters.

Samael hopes to ease the conflict and help the sisters reconcile, and so does Kai, their brother.

The two men exchanged glances, a slight smile appearing on their faces, and nodded in perfect unison.

Therefore, communicating with smart people is simple and convenient.

The ancient snake curled its lips in delight, pondering what dish to make tomorrow to reward its mischievous friend.

But just as he was about to leave, the Knight of the Round Table, who was stepping onto the steps, stumbled and nearly fell.

Seeing this, Samael instinctively reached out to help him up. Looking down, he noticed that Kai's face was slightly pale. He was leaning against a pillar and paused for a few breaths before he came to his senses.

"Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, no problem..."

"But you look like this..."

Samael frowned, his eyes flashed, and his tone became serious.

Recently, Camelot's finance director has been somewhat dazed, often appearing sleepy, with heavy dark circles under his eyes revealing a strong sense of weariness and exhaustion.

Kai glanced at Samael, who seemed quite concerned about him, raised his hand to rub his forehead to ease the inexplicable dizziness, smiled slightly, and casually replied.

"Don't worry, I just didn't sleep well last night and have a bit of insomnia."

"Insomnia?"

"Yeah, I keep having the same nightmare over and over again..."

Kai glanced at the Lion King, who was waiting indifferently outside the door, out of the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face became more forced and bitter.

When asked about the topic of dreams, Kai deliberately avoided it. After adjusting his mindset, he didn't say much more before waving goodbye to Samael and following the Knight King's footsteps in the sunset.

As the two model freeloaders walked further and further away, Samael closed the door, walked towards Bavanshi, playfully poked the little girl's swollen face, and snorted irritably.

"Does it still hurt? You actually managed to get hit by a few stones. You're really bad. I bet all you do is step on ants, right?"

"Heh, mind your own business!"

Bavanshi hissed and grimaced, awkwardly swatting away Samael's hand.

"It's good that you feel pain. I'll have Morgan put some potion on you later. Next time, remember not to stand there like an idiot and take a beating!"

The ancient snake casually flicked Bawanxi's forehead with its finger and scolded her, then turned to look at the little girls standing side by side in the corner, its gaze arrogant.

"And you too, I didn't tell you to cause trouble, let alone to be afraid of trouble! Go back and get to know Camelot's righteous allies. I'll visit their parents when I have time."

Samael's eyes flickered, and his tone was tinged with a sinister undertone.

He'd be too much of a bully if he went up to the younger one, so he could beat up the older one.

The unspoken protection stirred something in the girls' eyes, and their self-restraint in human society lessened considerably.

"Alright, get back to what you were doing. There's still some pudding in the kitchen, first come, first served."

Immediately after the ancient snake spoke, the little girls, upon hearing the news, lit up and darted out from behind the wall to snatch the food.

As the sun set and the courtyard was dappled with shadows, the witch, dwelling in darkness, stepped forward and stood beside Samael, whispering to him.

"Thanks to you today..."

As a witch burdened with a stigma, she received almost no love from her father and did not know how to pass on parental love to her children.

Samael's presence effectively compensated for this.

It must be said that the handling of the situation just now not only resolved Morgan's predicament, but also comforted the four children and allowed them to begin dealing with the rumors that were currently unfavorable to them.

I was right, Samael will indeed be a good father.

At least, she is more competent than her as a mother.

"From now on, don't take everything on yourself, just walk away quietly and hide away to face it alone. This isn't just your problem."

"Um……"

Beneath the corridor, Morgan and Samael stood side by side, their clothes fluttering in the breeze, their hands quietly clasped together.

"Alright, the small matter is settled, so let's talk about the more important things in life, shall we?"

Life... big event?

Feeling the warmth emanating from her fingers and palms, the witch paused slightly, turning her head to the side with a somewhat subtle expression.

Samael gazed at the sky as the last rays of sunlight faded and the sun dipped below the horizon, then turned to look at Morgan, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

"For example, we can talk about how to bring that Lion King down from her pedestal and weaken her divinity..."

Instantly, the witch's face showed surprise, and her eyes were filled with astonishment.

Chapter Ninety: Overthrow the Tyranny of the Hairy One, the Future Belongs to Sister Wang!

As the sun gradually sank below the horizon, its afterglow cast a blood-red glow across the sky.

On the vast and desolate wilderness, thirteen knights stood in succession, their gazes fixed on the ancient fortress weathered by wind and frost, and the solitary presence standing before the gates of the holy city.

"The mystery will not disappear, the world will be in my hands, and Britain will follow me into eternity."

"I have summoned you all because your strength is essential to the plan."

"Even if I could annihilate the enemy alone, I couldn't carry out the Holy Salvation. I need knights who can act as my brothers."

"---but.