Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, judging from the way she was thrown out to draw fire today, being with that old bastard Merlin is destined to be a bad experience.

Therefore, having been tricked by the same white-haired succubus, the man and the beast at the scene spontaneously formed a united front and joined the group to beat up Merlin.

The ancient serpent witnessed it firsthand. Cassiopeia, who was almost forced to shout "Merlin, die!" in human language, delivered a flying kick that knocked down a white-haired succubus.

Then, Samael decisively followed up and beat Merlin mercilessly, almost crippling the old swindler.

Although they had some past acquaintance, he hadn't forgotten the milk with ale in it on Noah's Ark when he went to Greece, or the slanderous accusations he received in public on the day of his coronation.

There's a saying that goes, "A snake bite goes deep into the bone."

There's no way around it; my most notable strengths are my good memory and meticulousness.

Especially when holding a grudge.

After the man and the beast teamed up to beat Merlin up, the old swindler begged for mercy repeatedly, resorting to smiles and sob stories, and signing a series of unequal treaties in order to finally save his life.

As for why the Nightmare, known for its ability to escape, failed to get away, it was thanks to the experience Samael learned from another Nightmare, the Lake Fairy Melly.

While these methods might not be able to completely trap Merlin, who has a purer bloodline, they are sufficient to deal with him.

Ancient Snake recalled the feeling of beating someone up; his ten knuckles felt as if they were soaking in warm water, so comfortable and enjoyable. He couldn't help but place his fingers and palms on the edge of the table, tapping them up and down, a pleasant smile appearing on his lips.

As he relaxed, Samael couldn't help but recall the conversation between him and Merlin, which took place a thousand years after their passionate and friendly physical encounter.

From the words of this great sage, the ancient serpent discovered that Merlin knew only a limited amount about his true identity. At most, he could only vaguely sense some information about him and the British dragon, as well as some vague information related to Greek and Roman mythology, but he could not get to the specific details such as his real name and divine position.

After all, Merlin's "clairvoyance" was mainly aimed at observing current knowledge and information, and his ability to predict the future and trace the past was quite limited.

On the other hand, due to the world's reshaping after the Covenant War, Samael's origins lie hidden in darkness, thus gaining the natural ability to conceal his true name.

The snake lurks in the darkness, encircling the world.

Therefore, Merlin could only guess that he had lived through many ages of gods and merged with many myths and legends over a long period of time, and the old swindler could not know the specifics without Samael's own acknowledgment and explanation.

Therefore, Samael and Meli's mission to secretly unite the British gods and repair the distorted surface remains a secret.

After a long conversation, the ancient snake chose to keep things to itself and had no intention of revealing everything.

After all, strictly speaking, his purpose was still harmful to the survival of Britain.

When there are different perspectives on certain matters, choices must be made.

However, given their old relationship and the fact that he had elicited Morgan's true thoughts, he deliberately let Merlin overhear.

Therefore, with himself and that nightmare as intermediaries, everyone was able to squeeze onto the same boat and temporarily stick together for the same purpose.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Merlin is probably acting as a mouthpiece, relaying Morgan's attitude towards Artoria and Britain, and reassuring Kay.

However, this rebellious act of dethroning the Lion King is destined not to be accepted by most of the Round Table members.

Therefore, Merlin and Kay would certainly not be foolish enough to publicize the related plans and inside information.

So, based on Morgan and the fairies' research progress, all that's left is to wait and see how the various attempts to weaken divinity turn out.

If all goes as expected, I can have some free time again.

As his thoughts returned to normal, Samael stretched and leaned back comfortably in his recliner.

“Fuu…Fuu…”

As the ancient snake lay still, a seemingly harmless little beast, lured by the girl's beckoning and the sweets, jumped off Samael's shoulder, took its short legs, and enjoyed the girls' company.

It has to be said that Cathy Palugh's appearance is irresistibly attractive to chubby ball lovers.

Therefore, Freya, Melusin, Bavanshi, Mordred, Habetroth, and several other little girls sitting around the table excitedly offered fresh pieces of meat and desserts to the adorable snow-white little beast in front of them, and from time to time reached out their fingers to gently comb the little guy's fur, vying to hold Cathy Pa** in their arms.

The little guy's bright purple eyes swept around the room, and his short legs deftly darted over the little girl's outstretched fingers and hands, disappearing straight into Bagst's arms on the outside.

"Damn it, why won't you let me hug you?"

Seeing this, Mordred looked at the bewildered Bagst with envy, feeling quite indignant at this discrimination.

“Fuu…Fuu…”

The little white beast, under everyone's watchful eyes, skillfully burrowed into the soft crevice, appearing quite content and emitting suspicious whimpers, seemingly very satisfied with its newly built nest.

Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Bagst couldn't help but stifle a scream. He clutched his chest with both hands, and the swaying fat made the little girls dizzy. They lowered their heads in shame, their gaze sweeping from his chest down to his toes.

"Tch, it's just two flabby pieces of fat, what's there to brag about!"

Mordred, who had started to protest, looked at his chest, which resembled a racetrack, and muttered in frustration.

Hearing the commotion, Samael raised his eyelids and happened to see the little thing lying on Bagst's chest, curiously reaching out its paws to pat the fat deposits as if playing with a fluffy ball, causing the fairy knight to scramble and his face to flush red.

Bah! You're a real beast! I'll stew you sooner or later!

Samael's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He promptly flicked the boy on the forehead, then grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and swiftly arrested him.

Cathy Palug, also known as "Gaia's Monster," is a monster created by the Protoss to prevent the uncontrolled proliferation of humans.

He had even held Gaia, so handling this little thing was a piece of cake for him.

So, keeping them as a pastime and taking care of them is not a bad idea.

With the ancient serpent's strong suppression, this lustful beast, who was very interested in human female markings, had to suppress its curiosity and became much more obedient.

After all, she is quite content with her current life, where she has enough to eat and drink.

Merlin, that scoundrel, is not only a shut-in, but also a nightmare. He can get full by absorbing human emotions without eating or drinking. I am a genuine beast, and following him, I can't even get a scrap of food. I have grown up by absorbing magic power to survive, and I have hardly ever tasted what fresh food tastes like.

It's rare for guests to visit, but that bastard Merlin is only interested in alcohol and spends all his time enjoying himself, showing no awareness of being a pet owner whatsoever.

What's even more infuriating is that this bastard, having nothing better to do, loves to use things created in his dreams to tempt her appetite, calling it a "test to resist temptation." She scratches herself for ages, starving, but can only stare helplessly.

To this, the old swindler always wore a smiling expression and used high-sounding reasons, half-truths and half-lies, to fool her.

“Cathie Parlug, once you overcome these instinctive desires and I’m sure you’re no longer a threat, I’ll set you free, let you go out, let you touch truly beautiful things, and enjoy this world to the fullest.”

It sounds nice, but in reality, it's just an excuse for not having to cook.

Moreover, while they verbally pledged never to abandon or give up, they themselves became the first targets thrown out to draw fire when trouble arose.

Sure enough, not a single word from that old liar was true.

So, with new room and board tickets, she decisively fired her other unscrupulous employer and switched jobs here.

Strangely enough, Merlin, who was always wary of himself, actually threw her into the hands of the humanoid animal in front of him without batting an eye, and left with a beaming smile, almost as if he were giving her a celebratory send-off.

But besides getting rid of Merlin, his watcher and unscrupulous caretaker, he had another purpose for switching jobs.

This male seemed to possess a similar allure, not only captivating but also purer than anything she possessed.

This made her really want to...

Cassipa, perched on Samael's shoulder, gazed intently at the slightly undulating, bluish-red veins on the side of Samael's neck, the fluid flowing within them like the sweet juice of a ripe fruit, emitting a fragrant aroma.

The white-furred little beast, like a feline, lowered its body and cautiously moved closer, its long, slightly barbed tongue peeking out.

However, as her small head drooped, two large hands came from the left and right, grabbing her front paws and lifting her up in front of them, their brows furrowed and their faces serious as they stared at her.

Have we been discovered?

Cathy Plug's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm, her small face full of innocence.

As time ticked by, the little white beast grew increasingly uneasy, blinking its amethyst-like eyes, appearing even more docile, adorable, and harmless.

"Change it!"

Finally, just as Cathy Palug's nerves were stretched to the limit, a thunderous shout nearly made her jump.

"Fu...Fu?"

"Uh, is it not possible to do it now?"

Samael gazed at the white-furred little beast, who was now in a daze, whimpering softly. The expectation in his eyes gradually faded, and he couldn't help but murmur with regret.

But soon, the ancient snake adjusted its mindset, smiling as it stroked the little guy's head and gently gave him some instructions.

"It's okay if you don't know how now, you can learn slowly. There's still a long way to go, and the future is promising."

That gentle tone revealed something inexplicably strange, which made Cathy Palugue feel a chill run down her spine for some reason. She jumped back onto the table and distanced herself from the person.

Samael was unfazed by the wariness and distance, and instead smiled as he fed the little guy.

Smelling the aroma of food, Cathy Palug quickly lowered her guard, couldn't resist grabbing the plate, and holding a dark red strip of food with her two front paws, she opened her little mouth and gnawed hard.

Samael watched the small white beast shaking its head and thrashing about, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

I have to say, dried sausages are a bit tough on the teeth, and they're also a bit salty...

The scene before him reminded him of a famous moment.

The little fox is practicing repaying a debt of gratitude...

There's no way to change it, and there's no rush. Tamamo-no-Mae, that fox, and you are both canines. If she can do it, there's no reason you can't, right? As a fellow canine, you can practice repaying kindness first.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Studying? Study my ass! (4.4k)

As the sun sets, the magnificent chalk city takes on a sacred and solemn air under the rosy glow. A carriage bearing a blue key-shaped emblem drives from the witch's mansion into the royal palace, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As the carriage came to a stop, a fair arm lifted the curtain, and the handsome young man sitting inside jumped down, waving to the blonde girl with a thick ponytail on the steps.

"Wait, here, here!"

Mordred, who was strolling around nearby with a shoulder bag in one hand, saw the approaching figure in the distance. She immediately stopped her tedious game of hopping up the steps with pebbles between her feet, and her face lit up with excitement. She couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Like a naughty child who falls asleep in class and runs wild after school.

"Ahem, Teacher Samael, greetings."

As she drew closer, Mordred, who was halfway there, changed her previous brisk pace, slowed down, and became dignified and reserved. She lowered her voice, lifted her skirt with one hand, and walked towards the car that was picking her up.

However, in the instant of bowing, due to the distortion of the movement, Mordred lost her footing, lost her balance, and fell straight forward.

Immediately, the blonde girl frantically tried to grab at the object, like a kitten about to fall into the water.

Fortunately, Samael, who was waiting, reacted quickly and opened his arms in time to catch the clumsy Mordred.

Why did you change your clothes?

The ancient serpent slightly reduced its strength, put Mordred down from its arms, and looked at the girl's pure white dress, which was tight around the waist and looked complicated and awkward, with some surprise.

"During my riding lesson today, my own outfit got scratched on a tree branch, so Her Majesty the Lion King gave me one of her old outfits. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

Upon being noticed for her deliberate act of being unusual, Mordred immediately shook off her embarrassment at her mistake. As soon as she regained her footing, she spread her arms wide, put on airs, and excitedly swaggered around in front of Samael, showing off her new clothes.

"Hmm, not bad, he has the style of the Knight King in his youth."

Sama stroked his chin, scrutinized him carefully for a moment, and vaguely saw a resemblance to a certain knight king who was as beautiful as a lily in his youth, and couldn't help but nod in praise.

"Uh, what did you just say?"

"I said you have the potential to be a king."

"Haha, you have a good eye. Could you say it again?"

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The half-joking, half-serious bow and deep contemplation made Mordred, whose little itch had been tickled, beam with joy and hold his head up even higher.

On her way to the carriage, the blonde girl, feeling lightheaded, seemed to be walking on cotton, her steps unsteady. Several times, due to her awkward and distorted ladylike posture, she almost tripped over the hem of her skirt and fell to the ground.

"Who taught you this?"

"Lord Bedivere, that family... cough cough, he said that while serving His Majesty, it would be best to learn some etiquette and cultivate the demeanor of a nobleman."

"Ignore him. Little Bei is a stubborn fool. He's been corrupted by Camelot's aristocratic ways. Back when he was fighting in the North, I never heard of him bowing and greeting people before killing them. If someone walked gracefully or spoke politely, he'd get a free cut..."

Samael didn't hold back in his criticism, and also shared some of his insights from his time in power.

“A qualified king should set rules, not be bound by them.”

"Makes sense!"

This rhetoric undoubtedly resonated with Mordred, causing the rebellious blonde girl in front of her to nod in agreement, her bashful demeanor softening and her restraint easing.

"That's right. The most important thing in measuring the qualities of a king is self-confidence!"

"You're about to become the biggest one, all that nobility and upper-class stuff is bullshit. When you run into a charging Order of the Righteous Knights, you'll all be crawling on your knees, learning their ridiculous rules, and you'll forget how to even walk properly. That'll be a laughingstock."

"No, I just thought it looked fun and decided to give it a try."

Samael looked at Mordred, who had regained his upright posture and his previous carefree demeanor, and nodded in satisfaction. Then he turned his gaze to the somewhat sloppy pure white suit.

"The size of this dress is slightly off. If you want to wear it for a longer period of time, have Habertlot alter it for you."