Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Kai reached out and grabbed Merlin's arm, sneering indifferently.

After Artoria pulled out the sword of the king, in order to further teach her to become a qualified king, Merlin, he, and Artoria traveled together.

As a longtime travel companion, I am basically the person in the Knights of the Round Table who knows this great sage's character best.

"Alright, alright, I'm really scared of you. Just say what you want to say, I still have some magic potion simmering in the pot."

Caught red-handed, Merlin rolled his eyes in exasperation and had no choice but to patiently wait for this old acquaintance to speak so he could get rid of him as soon as possible and make his escape.

"I had a nightmare..."

"Dream interpretation? You should have said so earlier. Turn right on the third street after you go out. There's a pretty reliable fortune teller there. If I recommend him, he'll give you a 20% discount."

Kai dismissed Merlin's dismissive smile, but his gaze toward this old acquaintance gradually deepened and became serious.

"It's about Camelot... and Artoria..."

Merlin's nonchalant expression faltered slightly, and he fell into an unusual silence.

Immediately, the surrounding space twisted and changed, and the two people who were standing in the sea of ​​flowers were now sitting under the empty pavilion of the tower, with a cup of hot tea on the stone table in front of them.

"It's quiet here. What did you dream about? Since you're just killing time, tell me about it."

Merlin spoke casually, but the lazy and perfunctory smile on his face was gone.

Kai paused for a moment, gathered his thoughts, and began to recount his recent dreams.

The Sacred Round Table Realm... The Pure White Millennium Kingdom... The Holy Ritual... The Unsealing of the Tower of the End...

Unbeknownst to him, Merlin's brow furrowed, and he tapped his fingers on the table, lost in thought.

"It was just an absurd dream, but the memory is unusually clear when I wake up. Moreover, lately, when I see those guys at the Round Table and Artoria, I always feel a strange flutter in my heart."

Kai leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples with both hands, looking somewhat dejected and confused.

"Because of this, I haven't had a good night's sleep in almost two weeks. What's going on?"

"Generally speaking, human impressions of dreams are often fragmented, and the content of dreams rarely repeats itself. The fact that you can obtain such clear information and a clear narrative from your dream most likely means that..."

Merlin snapped out of his reverie, glanced at Kai, and spoke softly.

"These memories originally belonged to you..."

"How could that be! We clearly didn't experience anything like that..."

Kai's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up to refute.

"Memory comes not only from the past and the present, but also possibly from... the future..."

The great druid sage raised his hand to stop Kai from uttering his argument, then turned to look at the lush sea of ​​flowers below the tower, his gaze deep and distant.

"Perhaps it's just a possibility for the future, but based on your reaction to this dream, your compatibility seems to be very high. According to the Age of Gods, this is what is called 'divine revelation.' As for the rest, I can't be sure."

Apocalypse, a dream of the future, a dream of foreknowledge!

How could this be? Is this the end for Britain?

After learning the truth from Merlin, Kai was dazed and somewhat incredulous.

Wait, the future hasn't happened yet, everything is subject to change!

Immediately afterward, Kai realized the key point and turned his expectant gaze to the great sage of the druid.

"I'm afraid I can't handle this."

Merlin waved his hands repeatedly, his expression quite helpless.

The Lion King, wielding the holy spear Rungomminiad, is far too terrifying. Even if you add over 200 members of the Round Table together, they might not be able to stop the goddess-transformed Artoria's determination.

unless……

A figure flashed through Merlin's mind, and then, with a thought in his mind, his eyes flickered with a deep glint.

Meanwhile, at the Witch's House.

In the empty courtyard, chickens and dogs were running around as usual.

With nothing better to do, Mordred grabbed his beloved sword and chased the other three fairy knights around the courtyard, looking for trouble and challenging them to fights.

"Tch, trash Tristan! With that little strength, you think you can even tickle someone? Tsk tsk, what's with that expression? Are you about to cry? You're utterly useless!"

"Hmph, Gawain. Stop acting so self-important. So what if you're strong? You beast who only knows how to rely on brute force, get out of my way, you idiot!"

"Hey! Lancelot... Hey Lancelot... Don't fall asleep, you bastard! I haven't settled the score with you for stealing my pillow last time! If you're so tough, don't fly, come down and fight me!"

The little guy's emotionally charged way of addressing them clearly indicated that he was referring to Bagst, Bavanshi, and Melusin as a real trio at the Round Table.

Bavanshi, the weakest of the three, was first blasted aside to play with ants after being tested a few times by Mordred.

As a muscle-bound guy, Bagst would be quite happy to have a match with Mordred.

However, Mordred was tired of seeing the same opponents, and Bagst also had some complaints about Mordred's incessant, hate-inducing mouth when she was fighting.

In a fight like this, your swordsmanship is comparable to that of a wild beast, and it's not necessarily much better than mine, is it?

However, Mordred offered a completely different and compelling explanation for this.

How stupid! As long as we win, that's all that matters. Sword skills are just one option in a fight. If we can win, I'll take any beatings, even punches, kicks, and bites.

Fine, fine, you're always right, I won't hit you then, okay?

Unable to withstand Mordred's verbal onslaught, Bagst also became less willing to fight Mordred.

Thus, Melusin, who possesses the Dragon Jewel and is currently the most powerful, became the duel target jointly set up by Mordred and Bagst.

But Melusin prefers quiet and is quick to spread her wings and hide.

So, before the fairy knight Lancelot could even make a move, Mordred and Bagst, who had met up, started fighting each other to compete for a qualifying spot. After venting their energy, they agreed to fight again the next day with mutual disdain, leaving the courtyard in a mess.

Of course, if they went too far, the two little girls would inevitably face the clutches of their caregiver and teacher, getting their bottoms bruised and battered until dawn.

Go ahead and fight, you'll see tonight.

At this moment, Samael, who was lying on the recliner, glanced at Bagst and Mordred, who were getting ready, and scratched his itchy fingers with a wicked grin. He muttered something under his breath and then settled into a more comfortable position, making a pleasant nasal sound.

"Hmm, a little to the left...yes...a little to the right, to the right..."

On his back, the tiny silver-haired dragon girl was barefoot, treading on the muscles and tendons of her caretaker with an extremely serious attitude.

This is life... Nice!

The snake, who gradually discovered the wonderful uses of the little girls, became increasingly decadent during this leisurely period of taking care of the kids full-time.

In fact, he was even a little bored because of the absence of that freeloader these past few days.

boom!

With a sudden, dull thud, a figure landed in the courtyard, staring intently at a guy who was being trampled on but looked on with obvious enjoyment.

"Why are you here? It's not lunchtime yet."

Under Kai's eerie gaze, Samuel suddenly tensed up like a spring, leaping to his feet and asking casually, though the expression on his face was about to break due to the stiffness and twitching of his muscles.

Damn it, didn't you knock before you came? Why do you always climb over the wall?!

Samael glanced at Kai, who looked somewhat haggard and furtive, out of the corner of his eye, inwardly grumbling.

"Don't rush to eat, I have something important to ask you."

Fortunately, Kai was tactful enough not to make any jokes. Instead, he came over with a big smile, pulled Samael, and ran into the quiet room in the back. As they passed the kitchen, he didn't forget to call out to Freya, who was busy at work.

"I don't like cilantro, please don't put it in my bowl, thank you."

Thank you so much! You're really treating my house like a cafeteria!

Samael's forehead veins bulged; he was somewhat speechless at this lazy fellow.

However, seeing how enthusiastically Kai was promoting the bottle of Pan God wine and inviting him to taste it, Samael's expression softened slightly, and he followed Kai into the house with an air of superiority.

Of course, this is not a counterfeit product adulterated with water.

"I had a nightmare about Camelot and Artoria..."

After a few rounds of leisurely drinks, Kai organized his thoughts and explained his purpose to his half-friend.

“I asked Lancelot before, and he admitted that the entire Round Table, including himself, at full strength, is probably no match for you. Only Artoria can rival you. Merlin said you might have a way, so…”

"So, you want me to help stop Artoria from becoming a complete deity and prevent that apocalypse from happening?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Kai nodded in admiration at Samael's keen insight, his gaze sincere.

"So, what's the price?"

"cost?"

However, the ancient serpent's sudden, faint murmur startled Kai.

"Having given up divine power and lost his status as the chosen one, how can he possibly suppress the arrogant and fierce warriors at the Round Table?"

Samael's gaze was deep, and a playful smile played on his lips.

"If the price for her returning to normalcy is relinquishing the British monarchy, then what is your answer?"

"Is Morgan still not giving up?"

Kai's gaze toward the ancient snake gradually turned cold, his tone mocking. But before the man could answer, he smiled nonchalantly and replied seriously.

"It doesn't matter. Whether it's a change of dynasty or a rebellion of the Round Table, I don't have time to dream with Merlin and King Uther, nor do I care who becomes king of Britain, or what other purpose you may have."

Artoria had already played the role of "divine agent who saves everything" once; it was time for her to live for herself for once.

Chapter Ninety-Three: Poisoning? We're a professional team!

Samael nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this answer.

Perhaps this is why Kai was so fond of him when they first met on the stone platform, and took the initiative to talk to him.

Because, in their eyes, Artoria is first and foremost a living, breathing person, not a machine designed to achieve a purpose.

However, before Samael could begin to reminisce, Kai, who was somewhat agitated by the prophetic dream, showed a hint of impatience.

"So, what's your plan?"

Samael raised his hand and tapped rhythmically on the table, answering casually as he pondered.

"Since deification is the root cause of her emotional deficiency and also the basis for her to perform the Holy Emancipation Ritual in the future, then we should find a way to weaken her divinity."

"That's it? You think I haven't tried?"

Kai rolled his eyes upon hearing this, feeling somewhat disappointed.

He didn't know what the other Knights of the Round Table thought about Artoria's deification process, but before becoming a Knight of the Round Table, Kai was first and foremost the Lion King's sworn brother, the brother who protected her from childhood.

Therefore, he is definitely one of the people who least wants Artoria to undergo this change.

Therefore, Kai secretly tried various methods more than once in hopes of awakening Artoria's emotions and delaying her deification process.

However, whether it was reminiscing about past fun, frequently bringing her things she used to like, or using different forms of scene stimulation, the results were still unsatisfactory.

All attempts are like stones thrown into a lake; they may create ripples for a time, but as time goes by, everything will eventually return to calm.

That lake remained a stagnant pool, devoid of emotion, compassion, hope, and joy.

Even now, her daily routine of getting free meals is merely adding a few ripples to the river of her heart. If the process of deification continues to intensify, these lingering feelings will eventually disappear, and she is destined to be unable to fundamentally solve the problem.

In fact, not only him, but as far as Kai knew, his own father Hector and the old swindler Merlin hiding in the tower had also made similar attempts, both openly and secretly.

The three of them are perhaps the odd ones in Camelot who care more about Artoria than about the Lion King's identity.

However, judging from the current situation, all attempts have failed, and the Lion King is still proceeding with the mysterious process of binding and deifying himself in an orderly manner.

If all efforts hadn't yielded no results, if Artoria's deification hadn't intensified, if it weren't for that terrifying precognitive dream, and if it weren't for the recommendation of that old man, Kai would never have placed his hopes on the Morgan lineage.

He's not a fool.

Based on their previous interactions, Kai might still harbor a personal fondness for Samael, but when it came to his sister and the future of Britain, he wasn't foolish enough to completely trust this enigmatic witch husband.

So, in the end, the two were at most half friends.

Perhaps a relationship can only progress if we share the same stance.

"Don't rush, this is just the first step."

Samael noticed Kai's agitation and unease, so he slowly poured him a glass of water and pushed it towards him. Only after his half-friend patiently drank it and calmed down a bit did Samael speak.