Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"You've lived in Camelot for so long that you might not have noticed the changes outside. I just came back from Orkney, where grain production has decreased by 50% in the last two years, and this year, a third of the crops have failed."

If this continues, the anomaly will soon sweep across Britain, not just the borders. In a few years, perhaps only the area around Camelot, protected by divine grace, will yield crops…

Since the end of the Twelve Dynasties Wars and the unification of Britain, an unknown transformation has been taking place on this island in a hidden corner.

The land became increasingly barren, water sources dried up, plants withered, and the frequency of various corrupt monsters causing trouble also increased.

The further away from Camelot, the more severe these conditions become.

There is only one reason: this land cannot support such a vast mystery; its potential is being gradually drained, and its future is being eroded.

As a witch blessed by the mystical forces of nature, and the "Lord of the Island" of Britain, Morgan felt this change most acutely.

Logically speaking, those Roman Christians who wanted to preach in Britain were right.

The Age of Gods has vanished on this land where humanity thrived; the gardens of the gods have long been cultivated by humankind; and the uncharted seas have become fishing grounds for humankind. From the moment the foundation of the Holy Spirit's faith was established on this island far from the mainland, the future was already determined—the kingdom built by the ancestors and the elves, the world once ruled by the gods, has crumbled.

After the creation of the world by the Covenant, the gates to the crown of the kingdom will gradually close.

What remains on this earth are only fragments forgotten or hastily abandoned by the gods, and ugly monsters that cannot return home, destined to become enemies of humanity and die at human hands.

The ancient mystery is about to recede; the old species on earth will either migrate or perish—this is an inescapable fate.

However, Artoria defied this process, forcibly locking away the vanished Age of Gods and lavishly consuming the remaining power of this land to build the miraculous, pure white ideal city of Camelot, along with the massive Knights of the Round Table and the Order of the Cavalry.

But as time goes by, the goddess who needs to maintain herself and the kingdom will eventually exhaust all the mystery, and even turn the life on this land into firewood and fuel to maintain that final glory.

Such exploitation of the land's potential will inevitably lead to even more devastating disasters, and judging from Orkney's condition, she doesn't have much time left.

Therefore, during this period, Morgan's temperament changed, and he became much more impatient.

Therefore, only by exposing the illusion of this false prosperity in advance can Britain possibly have a chance to survive.

Only then is it possible to save the doll imprisoned in its chains...

In a daze, Samael was somewhat unsure which objective was more important in the witch's mind.

Do you resent Artoria?

The ancient snake looked at the crumpled paper in its hand and couldn't help but ask a question.

"What do you say?"

Morgan raised her eyebrows slightly, asked in a low voice, a hint of mockery of fate in her eyes.

Samael understood that while Artoria wasn't the main culprit in Morgan's past experiences, she was still an indispensable contributing factor. It was unlikely that he wouldn't harbor resentment.

But this resentment does not prevent a lonely, wandering elder sister from caring for her blood relative.

Do you know what I hate most about that woman?

An unintentional touch stirred a desire in Morgan to confide in him, and he couldn't help but glance at Samael with a furrowed brow and a cold snort.

"She took everything from me, yet she turned it into shackles that bound her. She was like a prisoner in chains, without a trace of joy or sorrow, without a moment of relaxation. It was as if everything was a burden imposed on her by others. It was truly disgusting!"

The witch turned to Samael and revealed her long-suppressed feelings, which she had never told anyone before. She was emotional and quite indignant.

Samael put himself in Samael's shoes, thought about it for a moment, and nodded sympathetically.

He understood this feeling, commonly known as an unintentional Versailles, and what he was showing off was the thing he desired most, yet was most out of reach.

One is longed for but cannot obtain; the other is possessed but regarded as a burden.

In this situation, Artoria constantly hanging around Morgan is practically murderous, and even more so, it's a psychological attack...

Morgan's lack of treachery in the scene demonstrates his considerable self-restraint.

The witch took several deep breaths, slightly calming her emotions which had not been so turbulent in a long time, and frowned with a cold smile.

"Since the throne is an unbearable burden for her, what's wrong with me taking back what rightfully belongs to me?! Even if Britain is doomed, it should be destroyed by this witch! It's not her place to bear the consequences for me!"

Upon hearing this aggressive declaration of usurpation, Samael nodded repeatedly on the surface, but in reality, he was secretly cursing it.

The four calamities and the Battle of Mount Padmasambhava present such a perfect opportunity—to rise up now rather than rebel earlier or stab someone in the back later…

So, you're going to take the blame? You're going to take the blame for exposing the lies of the prosperous era, overthrowing Camelot, and dismantling the Round Table onto yourself, the witch?

This was less a revenge born of resentment and more a sign of compassion and pity for the lonely king atop the tower.

Stripped of that daunting stigma, Samael had long since seen through the true nature of his employer, hidden beneath a cold exterior.

These are sisters who love and hate each other, and it's difficult to judge them simply as good or bad, kind or evil.

Despite Morgan's seemingly ambitious words, the majority of the Round Table protecting the monarchy actually came from her guidance and upbringing, and she was thrown in to play this game of kings with Artoria.

He vaguely remembered that in the original history, even if things went awry in the end, and the Round Table fell apart because of Lancelot's betrayal, and King Artoria and Mordred died together at Camlann Hill, Morgan's first reaction was not to usurp the throne, but to try to salvage the situation.

Legend has it that she welcomed the dying Artoria into the idyllic paradise of Avalon, granting her immortality.

Some ancient texts also mention that she later appeared at the site of the final battle and gave the Mystic Code "Erosion" to the villagers near the grave of Bracmoia, giving them the task of resurrecting King Arthur. She was called "Black Madonna" by the villagers.

This ceremonial garment, bestowed by the Black Mother (Morgan) for King Arthur's return, has been secretly passed down to this day. It is said to be not only for the physical body, but can also pierce the gap between the body, mind, and soul.

The Virgin Mary (Morgan) is said to have wielded this blade to dismember the offering's internal organs during the offering of a living sacrifice; it is a sacred object of the Druid sect.

According to legend, it can also transform into a sickle and a sword.

In the future, the villagers of Brakmoia originally planned to tattoo it on a child named Grey, thereby temporarily separating her spirit and soul from her body, and then allowing King Arthur's spirit to reside in her body, guiding the return of the eternal king, intending to complete the mission and prophecy that had lasted for thousands of years.

Therefore, in Camelot, there is no such thing as an anti-royal party, only staunch royal supporters and twisted royal supporters...

This is why, after realizing this, Samael hoped to resolve the issue of the Lion King's deification peacefully, and only stepped onto the stage to demonstrate his strategy after everyone else had tried without success, rather than actually joining Morgan in plotting to stab Artoria in the back from the very beginning.

Who knows if doing that would result in Morgan and the Knights of the Round Table ganging up on him?

It has to be said that despite Artoria's miserable and difficult life, she is a true winner in life in Britain.

Even centuries later, people on this land will still remember and welcome the return of this eternal king.

The ancient snake looked at the crumpled paper in its palm, then at Morgan, and felt it was too hot to handle. It immediately put it in its pocket and shook its head helplessly.

"Let's forget about it. Sending this kind of thing up will only deepen their misunderstanding of you."

Those who can truly see the splendor and prosperity of Britain, and who, amidst this golden age, proclaim crisis and darkness, are destined to be disliked by the mainstream who are indulging in it.

Since I'm going to solve the problem myself, there's no need to let Morgan get into trouble.

"It doesn't matter. What I do is my decision, what they think is their business. Haven't I always been the shadow that looms over Camelot, the evil witch who wanted to destroy the Round Table at that moment?"

Morgan responded with a cold laugh and got up unconcerned.

"Where are you going?"

Her indifferent eyes flickered slightly when they fell upon the man before her, and her cherry lips curved into a faint smile.

"Prepare poison and kill that woman as soon as possible."

"Understood. Tomorrow's meal will have a lethal amount of cilantro. I guarantee that Kai will be left with nothing but a helpless stare!"

Samael leaned against a pillar with his arms crossed, and delivered a very cruel verdict with a smile.

Those who want to poison others only want to do it discreetly; if they are really going to do it, they won't publicize it.

As the saying goes, those involved are often confused, and concern leads to confusion. It is precisely because Kay is in the thick of things that he still harbors deep suspicions about Morgan's intentions.

Morgan did not reply, but instead turned and walked away.

However, beneath the veil, a faint smile appeared on her face as she turned her back to the man behind her, and even her steps became lighter.

She suddenly realized that she might not be so unfortunate after all, and that what she possessed was no less than that of the lonely king trapped in the tower.

Witch or queen, it doesn't matter.

At least looking back, she is no longer a queen without subjects;

No longer a mother who has lost her children;

She is no longer a witch criticized by the world.

Watching Morgan walk further and further away until his figure finally disappeared into the working magic circle, Samael picked up his teacup, took a sip of the now-cold tea, and looked wistfully at the nursery in the corner of the courtyard, letting out a cold snort.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"Oh dear, we were discovered so quickly..."

With a twist and undulation of the air, a handsome white-haired man wearing a hood and a grinning face emerged from the fluttering petals, stood in place with his arms outstretched, appearing very enthusiastic.

"Long time no see, old friend, I've missed you so much!"

Samael smiled with narrowed eyes and stepped forward. His vertical pupils emitted a sinister light like a snake hunting, and his interlocked fingers cracked at the knuckles.

"Yes, my fist is also missing your face."

Sensing the overwhelming eerie aura, Merlin's face stiffened. Without hesitation, he turned around and flung off the white-furred, dog-like creature with pointed ears that had been on his shoulder.

"Cassie, run for your lives! Split up and run!!!"

Still in a daze, the white-haired, purple-eyed canine had no time to react before it felt a whooshing sound in its ears.

Snapped……

Samael instinctively raised his hand to catch the white unidentified flying object, and stood there dumbfounded, staring at it with its innocently blinking purple eyes.

A moment later, the man and the beast came to their senses. Looking at the crimson petals that skillfully scaled the wall and disappeared into the distance, their faces froze and their lips twitched violently.

Merlin, you son of a bitch! Is this what they call "going their separate ways"?

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Chapter 96 Fufu practices repaying kindness (4.1k)

The Purple and White Mage Tower, the observation platform.

"Merlin?"

Kai, who was sitting at the stone table drinking tea, heard a slight noise from the shadows and subconsciously called out the name of a handsome white-haired man sneaking along the wall. He looked at the man's handsome face, which was almost swollen like a pig's head, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Uh, what happened to your face?"

"Cough cough, I accidentally bumped into a tree..."

Merlin half-covered his cheek, grimacing and hissing as he gave a muffled reply.

Kai raised his hand and poked the several plum blossom-shaped claw marks on his old friend's cheek, his expression teasing.

"The flowers on the tree are very unique."

"Well, after crashing into the tree, I disturbed a ferocious beast hiding inside. It was like a cat and a dog at the same time, as big as a mountain. In short, it was a very, very ferocious monster. If left unchecked, it would cause a disaster wherever it went. To protect the peace of Camelot, I had to fight it. In the end, I risked almost being disfigured to finally subdue it and avert a huge catastrophe for Britain."

Merlin, spittle flying from his mouth, recounted the thrilling battle with great seriousness. His animated gestures and clenched teeth made it seem as if he had just defeated a high-ranking dragon.

Meanwhile, at the Witch's House.

"Ah!"

A white creature, curled up in a ball and resembling a puppy, lying on the stone tablecloth, sneezed loudly, its purplish-red eyes blinking innocently.

"Achoo! It's probably that bastard Merlin talking about us behind our backs again..."

Samael, sitting at the table, couldn't help but feel an itch in his nose, sneezing and rolling his eyes as he complained.

"From now on, every time I see him, I'll beat him up!"

"Fuu! Fuu!"

As if finding a kindred spirit, the little beast nodded emphatically, not forgetting to raise its little paws and, together with the man in front of it, flashed fierce glints in their eyes, giving each other a tacit fist bump in recognition of their shared understanding.

After taking the oath, the little guy sniffed, like a house cat lured by catnip, and jumped onto Samael's shoulder. He lazily chose a comfortable spot, lay down happily, and continued to enjoy the afternoon sun.

The ancient snake glanced at the white ball of fur on its shoulder that seemed very close to it, and felt quite emotional.

Cathy Palugh, according to legend, was born of Henneyen, a boar from Welsh mythology, and is depicted as a fearsome cat who fought against Sir Keith and King Arthur, and is also known as the "White Demon Dog".

Who could have imagined that this fluffy little thing would grow into the fourth beast among the seven evil humans, possessing the "Principle of Comparison," known as the "Primate Killer"? It would not pose any harm if it did not come into contact with human society, but once awakened, it would have the ability to kill primates.

Therefore, to avoid a calamity, after Kai and Artoria defeated the monster, they didn't know what to do with the three-eyed cat demon, so they entrusted it to Merlin, who was on an adventure with them, to be her caretaker and watcher.