Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"As you suspected, her deification is merely a symptom. The real problem with Artoria lies in her deep fusion with the Holy Lance Rungomminiad..."

Seeing that Kai had calmed down and was listening attentively, Samael began to recount the origins of the Holy Lance.

The essence of the Holy Lance is the "Storm Anchor" that tears the sky and connects the earth, and the "Tower of the End" that supports the world's surface and interior. Its source of power is fixation and maintenance.

The fusion of Artoria and the Holy Lance Rungomminiad has also affected her soul with this quality.

As the price for wielding the Holy Lance and ruling over this last land of the gods, her emotions and self will be gradually sealed off and eroded until she is completely reduced to a human pillar supporting the mysterious existence of Britain, and for this purpose, she will ruthlessly carry out all plans.

Even as the mystery fades, in order to continue the existence of the British Age of Gods, the result is to house humanity as meaningful seeds of life and precious specimens in the Tower of the End. Artoria will still firmly implement this strategy.

This is why Artoria's divine will and the future of the British people gradually diverged and eventually became opposed.

God's gifts often come with a high price.

While Uther and Merlin wanted to grant Britain a thousand years of prosperity and create a pure white ideal country, they also sowed the seeds of their own downfall.

Therefore, at its core, there is only one true solution to awaken Artoria's humanity.

Samael fell into a solemn silence, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"If I can successfully weaken her divinity and reduce her fusion with the Holy Lance, then in the second phase, I am confident that I can separate Rungomminiad from her body and bring her back to normal."

Immediately, the ancient snake frowned slightly, raised its hand to rub its temples, and sighed helplessly.

"Artoria and the Holy Lance Rungomminiad are exceptionally compatible. Their fusion is too deep. Forcibly separating them would not only harm her soul, but might even awaken that thing's self-protection mechanism. If that happens, and she becomes ruthless, she might destroy Britain."

Hearing Samael's thoughts, Kai gave the mysterious man a deep look, his expression softening.

His concerns were genuine, just like his past protests for Artoria in front of the stone platform.

Kai gathered his thoughts, paused briefly, and looked down with a scrutinizing and deliberate gaze.

"So, what's your first step?"

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm only responsible for providing meals, that's all I can do."

Samael spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

Then what are you talking about!

Kai was so angry he wanted to strangle the bastard in front of him.

Before his half-friend could react, Gu She changed the subject and spoke with a smile.

"However, Morgan is in the workshop trying to find a way to suppress the divinity within Artoria. If you dare to use it later, you can give it a try if it yields results."

"We've come this far, what's there to be afraid of, I..."

Kai gritted his teeth and gave a cold snort, clearly determined to board Samael's pirate ship and dig a pit for his sister Artoria's imperial ambitions.

"Are you sure you want me to take action? Aren't you afraid I'll poison you? I'm the witch who had her throne stolen..."

Just as the two sides were locked in a tense standoff, a figure walked in from outside the porch, speaking in a low and cold tone.

Kai's expression froze, his original resolve caught in his throat, and he fell silent.

It seems there's still a long way to go before we can fully trust each other.

The ancient serpent glanced at Morgan, whose aura was chilling outside the door, and at Kay, who was hesitant in front of him, and shook its head inwardly.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, a knocking sound with a certain rhythm and cadence entered the courtyard.

Samael got up and stretched, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"What's there to argue about? The professional poisoning team is here right now."

As the ancient serpent crossed the courtyard and opened the gate, several magnificent carriages were parked in front of it.

Aurora, the chieftain of the Wind Clan, Murlian, the chieftain of the Winged Clan, and several other fairies whose names they didn't know but whose faces they seemed to recognize, walked down from the doorway and stood there.

Chapter 94 Sorry, I don't lack simps

The witch's house, once bustling with activity, has returned to a state of tranquility.

Morgan, standing in the pavilion, picked up his hot tea and took a sip. He looked up at Samael, who was walking in from the gate, and asked him casually.

"gone?"

"Yeah, you scared me. I said I'd consider it after seeing the finished product."

Samael glanced at the darkening night, crossed his arms, leaned against the wooden pillar, and responded with a hint of mockery.

Kai is a good older brother. In his opinion, whether or not there is a throne may not matter, but if it involves Artoria's safety, he has to consider it carefully.

Therefore, this deal can only be considered half-completed.

Although the British manager did not directly promise to help Morgan harm his sister, he tacitly approved of the blatant underhanded actions here.

Simply put, Kay remains wary of Morgan and Samael's true intentions, but is still willing to try a new strategy to delay Artoria's deification.

After all, he had exhausted all other options after decades of trying.

"They should be the ones who were scared by you. They actually secretly summoned all the fairies from the Nameless Forest to Camelot to conspire to poison Artoria..."

Morgan glanced at Samael, who was standing to the side with a hint of mockery, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and snort softly.

"I'm telling the truth. Your Druids have studied herbs and potions before. Medicine is poison, and poison is medicine. Whether it's poison or medicine depends entirely on the healer's skill."

The saying goes, "A serious illness requires a strong medicine, and medicine can be toxic or a virus can be harmful." Artoria's condition is that of a critically ill patient, and she must be treated with strong medicine, using poison to fight poison.

To weaken the Lion King's divinity, poison seems to be the most reliable method; if used appropriately, poison can be her cure.

Samael spread his hands, feigning innocence in his defense, and took the opportunity to complain about the patient's family members who had been scared away.

"If conventional methods hadn't failed, would Kai, who cherishes and protects his sister like a treasure, have been willing to come here and take such a risk?"

"Is medicine also poison, and poison also medicine? Whether it is poison or medicine depends entirely on the doctor's intention. That makes sense... Repeat what you just said, and I'll take notes..."

Morgan looked thoughtfully at her husband, who always had unique insights into everything, and with great approval, she casually pulled out a parchment scroll and a quill from the magic circle and began to jot down her flashes of inspiration.

Well, class is about to start again...

Samael had no choice but to pour out all the medical theories he had, which he didn't know much about, and stuff them into Morgan's hands, while giving a meaningful glance at the magic workshop from which the faint sounds were coming from.

The reason Morgan and he are so relaxed now is because he has thrown the fairies who came into the magic workshop and let the scumbag Merry and this group of fun-loving people have their fun.

Given the outstanding achievements of the Poison God and the leader of the human resistance in an uncertain future, the fairies' talent in potion-making is indeed worth exploring. It is estimated that the clash of ideas between the two sides will provide Morgan with a lot of creative ideas.

That's right, the professional team that Aurora and Murlian are indeed recruited by him, and they are extremely high-caliber.

This group includes the elites of the four major fairy clans—the Wind, Rain, Mirror, and Wing—who are skilled in potion-making, and is personally led by the four clan leaders.

As for why it wasn't the six clan leaders who came all at once...

On one hand, the Fang Clan follows their animalistic instincts and is relatively brave and warlike, while the Earth Clan excels in craftsmanship and is composed of seasoned tech geeks who are all adept at hiding their true nature. Both sides have very limited research on potion science.

On the other hand, after receiving Samael's summons, Aurora, who had already been educated and was terrified of someone to the core, worked very hard.

She vaguely remembered that the last time such a large-scale operation was during the Covenant War.

Therefore, Aurora took utmost care. In order to assemble a professional team and eliminate any worries about entering Camelot, she simply joined forces with Murian, the Rain Clan, and the Mirror Clan to wipe out the Earth Clan and the Fang Clan.

Of course, this is ultimately Samael's fault.

The chieftain of the Earth Clan was killed by Samael, and his magic and talent all went into Bagst's belly. Now, even the ashes have probably been excreted.

Those who have lost their clan leader and don't keep in touch with tech geeks are nothing to fear.

The Fang Clan, due to its excessive commotion, was ostracized by the other five major clans.

Before the arrival of the savior team composed of Samael and Morgan, the other five clans, even if they harbored resentment, could only swallow their anger due to the fighting power and large population of the Fang Clan.

However, during their journey through the Nameless Forest, Murlian and Aurora heeded Samael's advice: treat humans kindly and create a better environment to attract more people to the fairy's homeland, making them vassals and providing them with stable spiritual sustenance.

Therefore, with the addition of humans, the Wind Clan and the Winged Clan, drawing strength from human emotions, grew ever stronger.

Even more coincidentally, one of the clan chiefs of the Fang clan, who was traveling, accidentally ate poisonous food and died by the roadside, plunging the Fang clan into internal strife.

The other five clans took the opportunity to unite and vigorously carry out family planning for the large number of Ya people.

Therefore, the Nameless Forest is now ruled by the Wind Clan and the Winged Clan, with Aurora and Murlian being the fairies' leaders. Since their pursuits differ, they have reached a preliminary alliance.

Samael was both amused and exasperated that his words had inadvertently altered the landscape of the Nameless Forest.

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, the ancient serpent glanced at the steel cage that had been unloaded from the fairy carriage and carried into the courtyard, its eyes narrowing slightly.

The snake's vertical pupils, which had inadvertently opened slightly, caused the young canine fairy of the Fang Clan, with a tuft of white fur on its head, hiding in the corner, to stand on end, baring its teeth and growling softly.

When Aurora and Murlian wiped out the Fang Clan, they captured a special fairy that seemed to be exhibiting signs of atavism.

If I remember correctly, this canine fairy should be called Woodworth?

This is a gift that Aurora and Murlian brought along.

Whether it's to give Bagst an extra meal, allowing him to replicate Woodworth's abilities and acquire the qualifications to lead the Fang Clan; or to cultivate him to serve as a traitor embedded in the Nameless Forest, thus balancing the other fairy clans, it would be very convenient...

Even among canines, loyalty remains highly reliable.

The fact that Aurora and Murlian are so honest in planting landmines for themselves is enough to prove how obedient they are now.

In a sense, the power of the Nameless Forest is now essentially under Samael's control.

Faced with the sensible behavior of Murian and Aurora, the ancient serpent naturally chose to turn a blind eye, requiring them only to be "useful," and ignoring how these nameless forest fairies were fighting amongst themselves behind closed doors.

As for the little imp in front of him, sorry, there are already enough mouths to feed at home. He is very satisfied with Bagster and has no interest in raising another large dog of the same kind.

The ancient snake glanced at the canine creature in the kitchen, who was savoring the broth and enjoying the rich nutrition in its chest, and nodded with a pleased expression.

Besides, he does have his sycophants.

Samael recalled the figure in the Grand Cathedral who had crawled under the table and tried his best to please him, and his mouth became dry. He quickly drank some water to calm himself down.

How decadent! So decadent! How could we be defeated by such sugar-coated bullets!

Therefore, tonight's work report must be taken seriously!

Chapter 95 Everyone's a Chef, But I'm the Traitor (4.2k)

In the courtyard, the quill pen nib scratched across the slightly rough paper, leaving behind lines of beautifully written ancient Celtic script.

"What are you writing? Let me see."

At some point, Samael circled around behind Morgan, curiously peeked out, and peered at the contents of the document.

"Proposals for the next roundtable meeting..."

The witch stopped writing, straightened her body, and unabashedly showed the written words to her husband.

"Encouraging immigration from continental Europe and proposing that Camelot bring in Gauls and Persians from the Roman border?"

Samael skimmed through the text, and after a moment of surprise, he could only manage a wry smile.

"Don't you think you've got enough filth on you already? If you hand this over, those noble lords will give you a good dressing down, and the ordinary Celts will probably see these immigrants as outsiders who are taking over their land and food."

The Celtic cultural system and the Druid sect have a certain degree of rigidity and xenophobia, which has existed since ancient times.

Having finally driven off the Saxons, letting them introduce new foreign populations would be like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Morgan paused for a moment, then fell into a brief silence before coldly crumpling the nearly finished bill into a ball and throwing it to the ground in frustration.

"That's right, a bill that's destined to fail is nothing but a piece of waste paper."

"I finally managed to write this, why throw it away?"

Samael hurriedly caught it, considered it for a moment, and kindly offered a reminder.

"If the goal is to fill the gap in the young and able-bodied population lost due to Britain's long years of war, I suggest choosing to reduce the tax burden and encourage childbirth. Even if it's not entirely correct, it won't be too wrong. Immigration is better left as a supplementary measure."

"Recuperate and rebuild? I'm afraid this island won't give us much more time..."

Morgan pursed her cherry lips, gazing absently at the Camelot sky shrouded in thick cumulus clouds. A cold smile played on her lips before her expression darkened. Without a word, she rose and turned to walk toward the magic workshop.

This unintentional murmur sent a jolt through Samael's mind, and an answer slipped out.

"Could it be that you intend to use immigration to dilute the divine bloodline of Britain and neutralize the mystery of this island?"

The witch, who was about to leave her seat, paused, turned her head slowly to look at Samael, her gaze filled with surprise, but also with an indescribable mix of complexity and relief.

"The situation in Britain is starting to deteriorate, isn't it?"

The ancient serpent's eyes flickered, its tone was firm, and its gaze met the witch's eyes quietly, revealing a penetrating and wise insight.

The witch hesitated for a moment, lowered her eyes, and slowly nodded. Her tightly furrowed brows seemed to hold a cloud of sorrow that was hard to erase.