Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

It must be said that even in her youth, Mordred's chest fat accumulation rate still couldn't keep up with that of her two parents who provided excellent genes.

"No need, this thing should definitely be kept as it is."

Mordred, oblivious to the implied meaning, shook her head repeatedly, revealing her fondness for the outfit.

Of course, the most important factor is the psychology of loving the house because of its owner.

What did you learn in class today?

"History of the British Kings, history of the Roman Empire, fairy language, and what kind of poetry was it again..."

"Goodness, how come there's so much stuff in this shoulder bag?"

As he was about to board the train, Samael took the shoulder bag he had designed and which was sewn by his family’s personal tailor, Habertlot. He weighed it briefly and casually asked about it.

"It's all homework assigned by Merlin, which we have to take home and copy."

"Copying books? Are you out of your mind?! Merlin is a complete idiot. He can even bite his tongue if he chants too fast. His skill level is not even as good as your mother Morgan's. He's practically a dropout from prenatal education. He's completely self-taught. Apart from illusions, disguises, and escaping by picking locks, he's utterly useless in everything else. And he still has the nerve to teach you academic subjects? A good teacher should make sure students remember what they're supposed to teach in class. What are you trying to fool by leaving so much homework?"

"That's right, Merlin is an idiot! His lectures are so boring, I've dozed off several times. While I was asleep, he would secretly drink alcohol with his back to me!"

Mordred, deeply affected by Samael's sharp criticism, immediately regarded this guardian knight of her mother as a confidant and joined the ranks of those denouncing the unscrupulous teacher.

But then, after venting his anger, the naughty child couldn't help but bend down and kick the pebbles at his feet into the flower bushes, breaking a few plants, and pouting somewhat dejectedly.

"But there's no other way. I have to submit the inspection report tomorrow, so I'll probably have to stay up all night to write it."

"Write it down, write it down about his grandma! Tell him in class tomorrow that if he keeps acting all high and mighty, and he can't answer any of the questions I ask him about the lessons or the book, I'll shove the book down his mouth!"

"Really? You don't have to do your homework?"

"Don't worry, just say what I said. If there are any problems, let him come to me, his guardian, for a home visit."

"As expected of you, my partner! We're saved! We're saved!"

Once Mordred was freed from the ordeal of his homework, he gleefully tossed his shoulder bag into the carriage like a flail and tossed it into a corner.

Samael grabbed Mordred's arm and pulled the high school girl, who had reverted to her mischievous nature, onto the carriage. As he pondered, his vertical pupils flickered eerily.

"If he knows what's good for him, that'll be fine. But if he actually dares to come looking for me, well then..."

"Got it! I've been wanting to teach this guy a lesson for ages. I'll block the door, you do the work, we absolutely can't let him get away!"

Mordred, understanding the unspoken message, revealed a sinister smile, reached out his paw, and whispered with his bear parent, arm in arm, about the details of how he had tricked the visiting teacher.

"How was your experience with the swordsmanship class?"

"Great! Your method really works. I chose an afternoon, when the sun was almost setting, and gave that out-of-character gorilla a good beating!"

When it comes to sports-related courses, the energetic kids get excited and excitedly talk about their glorious achievement of successfully knocking Gao Wen down, disregarding martial ethics.

"That guy is too superstitious about his triple power state. You inherited Morgan's bloodline, and with my understanding of Gawain's sword techniques, taking him down is a piece of cake."

Samael listened attentively to the content while offering his insightful comments. At the end, he raised an eyebrow and spoke leisurely.

"So, Lancelot is teaching you now?"

"Hmm, Lancelot's swordsmanship is pretty good, but he's a bit dull and always puts on airs. When he sees my face, his reaction is a bit strange."

"Either you explode in silence, or you become a pervert in silence. Lancelot is particularly good at seeing people who are polite on the surface but are actually a repressed pervert who likes to act profound. Only someone like Old Cui with the same kind of artistic temperament can hang out with him. Usually, you should stay away from these two guys except when you are in class. Being an artsy type is a disease that needs to be cured!"

"Yeah, if it weren't for learning the Round Table's fighting style so I could pass the exam next year and join the Knights as soon as possible, I wouldn't bother going to these idiotic classes with them."

Mordred took Samael's advice to heart and patted the guardian knight on the shoulder, showing great familiarity and affection.

Samael didn't take this disrespectful behavior to heart and continued to chuckle as he inquired about Mordred's experiences that day.

What else did you learn today?

"The law class, taught by Agguiwen."

"Well, he's alright. He's good at handling business, but spending too much time with him can easily lead to some psychological distortion. It's unnecessary to spend time with him unless you have to."

"Of course, that guy always has a gloomy look on his face, like someone owes him money. I don't really like him either, so during breaks I go to hang out with Galahad, Gareth, and Gahoris."

"It's alright, these kids should be able to get along with you."

Like a father picking up and dropping off his daughter at school and asking about her experiences there, Samael earnestly analyzed his unruly child's social and academic issues.

"Hmph, don't worry, they're just by chance. My partner is more to my liking. We're the best of friends!"

The rebellious kids sidled up to them enthusiastically, like close buddies who would sneak around smoking, fighting, and complaining about teachers after school, maintaining their friendship.

"Look what I brought you."

As they were talking, Mordred mysteriously pulled a handful of fresh fruit from his pocket and stuffed it into Samael's hand.

Although Camelot's food is notoriously bad, at least the supply of fruits, vegetables, and meats is top-notch.

"We'll be home soon. Hurry up and finish your meal. Don't share the food I brought with them like you did last time!"

Mordred couldn't help but snort softly, clearly displeased, before mentioning the previous sentence.

"Okay, okay, thank you for remembering me even when you're in school. You can decide what to do with the things you sent, and I'll take good care of them."

Only after Samael made a solemn promise did the blonde girl's expression brighten, and she regained her satisfaction and pride.

As the carriage came to a stop, Mordred eagerly lifted her pure white dress and strutted into the courtyard, showing off her achievements to her fairy playmates.

Hearing the exclamations and discussions coming from the courtyard, as well as Mordred's signature snorting tone, Samael couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

Children are always so easily satisfied.

More than half a month has passed since Kai's last visit. With his and Merlin's help, the two sides have finally reached a tacit understanding.

This British official not only covered up Samael and his companions' infidelity towards the Lion King, but also suppressed news of the goblins entering the city.

Every day, Kai would bring Artoria along to freeload meals without fail, in order to slow down the Lion King's deification process.

During this time, Morgan stayed in the magic workshop almost every day, conducting secret research with Merry and the fairies on weakening divinity.

The responsibility of taking care of a group of young girls naturally fell entirely on Samael's shoulders.

Fortunately, over the years, Samael had accumulated a wealth of experience in raising children, so he was able to manage and thoughtfully found some things that interested each little girl to do.

For example, taking advantage of Kai and Artoria's free meal, he could ask them to take Mordred back to the palace for basic education, satisfying the girl's curiosity about the daily life of the Knights of the Round Table and the workings of national affairs.

Judging from the results, this arrangement, which is similar to going to and from school, is much more interesting than staying at home playing house. Mordred is enjoying it very much, and even his unruly words and deeds have become more restrained as he tries to conform to "chivalry".

This kind of personal growth is undoubtedly invaluable.

Presumably, next year's Round Table Knights assessment...

next year……

The gleam that had been flickering in the ancient serpent's eyes dimmed quietly, and a soft sigh escaped from between its lips.

A moment later, Samael drove the carriage he had taken from Kai into the stable. As soon as he entered the room, Melusin, the fastest of them all, rushed over and handed him a clean set of cutlery.

Having just stood up, Bavanshi, whose fate had already been sealed, couldn't help but sullenly purse her lips, reluctantly sitting down and cursing the shameful fawning of a certain dragon.

On the table, Bagst and Freya had prepared a large spread of delicious dishes, which smelled incredibly tempting.

After everyone sat down at the table and enjoyed the sumptuous dinner, all eyes were focused on Samael.

The ancient snake coughed slightly and glanced to one side.

"Ahem, you guys should go to sleep early. I still have to tutor Mordred tonight."

"Yeah, that's right! That idiot Merlin assigns a ton of homework, we can't even finish it all! I'm going to burn his long hair off sooner or later!"

While Mordred was stuffing herself, she received instructions to swallow her food with difficulty, brandish her knife and fork, and denounce the despicable behavior of a certain unscrupulous teacher.

Upon hearing the arrangements for tonight, the expectant eyes of everyone dimmed, and they had no choice but to tidy up the house as usual and go back to their respective homes to rest.

As the little ones left one by one, Mordred, who had been somewhat indignant, suddenly beamed with joy and nudged Samael beside him with his elbow.

"Haha, partner, how was my performance?"

"Yes, there's been progress. If the facial expressions could be changed more naturally, it would be even better."

After completing the play, Samael said a few perfunctory words, then tossed his heavy shoulder bag aside, patted it, and looked at Mordred with a light laugh.

"So, what class do we have to attend tonight?"

"Flying Chess! I promise I'll go to sleep after winning just one game!"

"Then you might have to stay up all night tonight."

"Hmph, don't underestimate me. I've been undergoing special training these past few days!"

The rebellious teenager was full of fighting spirit. He immediately rolled up his sleeves, grabbed his game props, and pulled Samael towards Morgan's room.

Under the moonlight, Samael let Mordred lead him forward. Even though he had been playing the game over and over again for half a month, there was still no impatience or displeasure on the ancient serpent's face. The gentle light in his eyes was as tolerant as ever, bordering on indulgent.

After all, this meager kindness may only last for a short six-month period.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: I've Become Guinevere? (5.6k views)

"We've reached the finish line! We won!"

With the moon high in the sky, Mordred, who had fought through the night, successfully won this decisive game and couldn't help but beam with joy.

"So, can I go to sleep now?"

As Samael tidied up the scattered chessboard, he pointed out the window, reminding Mordred that it was time to rest.

"That's not urgent, what about the reward?"

However, Mordred excitedly stretched out a white paw in front of Samael, his face full of anticipation.

Samael was taken aback by what he heard, somewhat confused.

"What reward?"

"I won, of course I should get a reward!"

"Uh, did we talk about this before?"

"Isn't it only natural that the victor takes what is rightfully theirs from the loser as compensation? Does it even need explaining?"

Mordred tilted his head back and hummed softly, looking completely at ease.

Samael packed the chess pieces away in the box, rolled his eyes, and extended his fingers as well.

"Then what about the compensation you were owed for losing so many times before?"

"You've already eaten all the payment, haven't you?"

Mordred blinked and answered casually.

"I've won so many times, and you're trying to fob me off with a handful of fruit? And it's something you smuggled from Camelot Palace? In the end, isn't this just a case of getting something for nothing?"

"Tch, the rights of the winner. Who told you not to fight for it? Anyway, I've given you what I was owed, now it's your turn to pay the bill."

Hearing this brat's robber logic, Samael's face darkened, and he gave a weak groan.

"Alright, it's not easy for you to win once, so tell me what you want first."

"We get along so well, how about you accept my investiture and become my guardian knight from now on?"

Upon hearing this, Mordred beamed with joy, promptly summoned his two-handed greatsword, cleared his throat, and excitedly made the suggestion.

At this moment, the mischievous child jumped onto the stool, using the furniture to make up for his height disadvantage. He leaned on the sword with both hands, struck a pose, and waited for the loser to bow his head before quickly completing the investiture ceremony.

Clearly, Mordred had been planning this for a long time.

Samael rolled his eyes and firmly refused.

"Sorry, I am your mother Morgan's man and have sworn allegiance to her. It's a bit much for you to try to poach her while she's away."

"I will inherit her things sooner or later, and you will be mine too in the future, it's just a matter of time."

Mordred casually hooked her arm around Samael's shoulder, muttering under her breath, and then launched into a tirade about her mother, Morgan, with a "mother's farewell and daughter's laughter."

"Besides, partner, that woman Morgan is always talking nonsense. With your talent, it's a waste for you to stay in this courtyard. While the Saxons are still alive, Rome is in turmoil, and there are wars going on outside, why don't you follow me? Let's join the Knights of the Round Table together and create a thousand years of glory for Camelot!"

It's only been a few months, and you've already transformed into Artoria's form, and you're even helping her recruit people?

I wonder if I, as a staunch supporter of the "Sister Wang" faction, have ever personally rejected the Lion King's offer of recruitment?

Faced with Mordred's attempts to subvert and incite, Samael was both amused and exasperated. He slapped the girl's pert bottom and gave her a light warning.

"If Morgan hears you say that, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Tch, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Don't try to scare me with her again."