Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade her mother, Mordred could only lower her head dejectedly, looking somewhat disheartened.

"Alright, tomorrow I'll teach you a new greatsword move I've come up with. You kick the sword up with your heel, and then, in conjunction with your waist and the fall of the weapon, you unleash a slash."

"Hmm? Sounds super cool!"

"Hmph, not bad taste, partner."

"Of course, I'm destined to become the strongest Knight of the Round Table..."

However, Samael's flattery quickly brought Mordred back to a smile, causing him to forget his ambitions for world domination.

Under the flickering lamplight, the two squatted on the bed, discussing the specific practical effects with great interest. They would occasionally immerse themselves in the scene, gesturing and demonstrating to further refine the feasibility of their martial arts techniques.

As time went by, weariness gradually crept in, and Mordred, an artificial life form, unknowingly leaned against a solid, warm barrier and fell into a deep sleep.

Samael turned to look at the profile of Mordred that rarely showed any quietness and gentleness, smiled helplessly, gently pulled up the silk quilt, and tried to help Mordred lie down.

However, the little girl next to him was not a good sleeper. Not only was she grinding her teeth in her sleep, but she also clung tightly to his arm with both hands, just like a koala that refused to move.

Helpless, Samael could only turn off the lights, lie down fully clothed, and serve as Mordred's human-shaped body pillow.

Feeling the warm, cozy temperature, the rebellious girl snuggled closer to Samael, finally securing the most comfortable spot on the ancient snake's chest. Satisfied, she curled up like a silkworm wrapped in a cocoon.

Normally so boisterous, but when sleeping, not only is he so quiet, but he's also so clingy. It's true that even physical development can't change a child's nature.

Samael extended his fingers and unconsciously brushed aside the little girl's disheveled hair. He lowered his eyes, scrutinizing Mordred's features, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

Gradually, the rise and fall of his breath drew him into a rhythm of rest, and a sense of weariness welled up within him. His head, tilted to the side, rested against Mordred's little head, and he unconsciously closed his eyes.

The night was long, and just as two figures, one big and one small, like father and daughter, teacher and student, or partners, were snuggling together and falling asleep in the room, the door creaked open and a small, dark shadow slipped through the crack, scrambling onto the bed and, like a reptile, squeezing into the covers.

Samael factor deficiency requires timely supplementation.

Yes, the familiar taste, the familiar body temperature.

Having successfully become a third party in the relationship, the petite figure standing between Samael and Mordred sniffed and gently rubbed her pretty face against the ancient snake's chest, like a baby yearning for milk.

She was given a new life from that swamp, and the moment she opened her eyes, those features were etched into the depths of her pupils. The body temperature that dispelled the cold and the scent that chased away the darkness were forever imprinted in her heart.

In the darkness, Samael's eyelids lifted slightly, then closed silently again, as if he were still fast asleep.

Meanwhile, Mordred, who had squeezed to the side, was frowning and scratching wildly in her sleep, trying to hold on to the branch of morality she was clinging to.

But the delicate, soft touch, the slender limbs, and the cold, slippery, sheet-like metal made Xiao Mo suddenly wake up.

As that eerie gaze fell upon the petite, silver-haired figure who had usurped the throne, and her dragon-like wings covered in scales folded behind her back, Mordred was filled with rage.

"Lancelot! You sneaked in again and stole my spot!"

“The bedroom belongs to Mother, and so does the person. You’ve been monopolizing Samael for long enough. I want to sleep with Samael too.”

Melusine remained unmoved, calmly retorting. At the same time, she snuggled her small face close to her owner's chest, rubbing it happily.

"What belongs to Morgan is mine! Even you should swear allegiance to me. You dare to steal the vassals I chose? You shameless lecherous dragon!"

Mordred was disgusted by this despicable act of usurping someone else's place, and angrily tugged at Melusin's dragon wings, launching into a furious denunciation.

“Taking an oath is one thing, but serving someone as a knight doesn’t conflict with that. If you like something, you should hold on to it. When did I ever say I would give you my master? I really don’t understand human thinking.”

Melusin didn't back down at all, twisting her body and continuing to snuggle into Samael's arms with a matter-of-fact expression.

"You're infuriating! Where's my sword? Get out of my way! I challenge you to a duel!"

Enraged that his girlfriend had been poached, Mordred glared and searched frantically for his greatsword, preparing to deliver a solid blow to the little dragon before him.

These past few days, this guy has been sneaking in every day, he's practically building a nest here. He really doesn't respect her, the master she'll be serving in the future, at all.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

"Fight if you want! I will absolutely not give up my territory!"

The dragon-like creature, with its extremely strong sense of territory, narrowed its golden vertical pupils, grabbed Samael's arm with one hand, and flicked out a pair of wrist blades engraved with fairy script with the other, confronting Mordred head-on.

"You bastard, I can't take it anymore! Tonight I'm going to slay a dragon!"

"Challenging a dragon? Not bad. As you wish, I'll play with you. Master, step back a bit, or you'll be blown away. Let me go teach this arrogant scoundrel a lesson first."

The two little girls, like fighting cocks, glared at each other, their heads almost touching, creating a tense atmosphere that seemed poised to erupt into a full-blown brawl.

"Bang! Bang!"

However, before the two girls could even start fighting, a righteous iron fist descended from the sky, striking them on the head from both sides. The violent boom dissipated the magic power accumulated within their bodies, and also caused dizziness and shock.

This caused Mordred and Melusin to clutch their heads, whimpering in pain, and obediently curl up into a ball.

"It's so late at night, can't a person get any sleep?!"

Startled, the ancient snake swiftly subdued the two little troublemakers, and couldn't help but bare its teeth at the two increasingly outrageous little creatures.

Mordred, you brat, you're always messing with your parents, aren't you!

Morgan isn't even dead yet, and you're already trying to usurp her power and take over her assets? Family members, aren't you being a little too filial?

It's amazing that your mom works day and night in the magic workshop, not only doing her regular work but also finding ways to research a potion to heal your flaws.

And you, Melusin!

Lancelot the Fairy Knight, right? That title is well-deserved!

Although there's no official confirmation, I'm still practically your adoptive father, and Morgan and I have been exchanging glances for quite some time now.

So, she's cultivating her romance while you steal from her home, it doesn't bother her at all?

Samael silently grumbled inwardly for a while, then lay sprawled on the bed, his face filled with utter despair, like a giant plush toy, arms outstretched.

"Fine, I'm lying down. You can each take one side and choose yourselves."

Under the powerful voice, the two little ones, who almost came to blows over possession, had no choice but to compromise half unwillingly and half aggrievedly. Each of them hugged one of Samael's arms, curled up on one side of the ancient snake, and enjoyed this hard-won tenderness.

Having paid the price of splitting himself in half, Samael finally managed to calm the noisy duo down. Only after coaxing Mordred and Melusin to sleep peacefully did he breathe a sigh of relief, his face showing an exhaustion as if he had been completely drained.

"Click..."

However, just as Samael's consciousness was about to fade, the window on the left creaked open, and a small butterfly fell out through the half-open crack, glancing helplessly at Samael.

"Freya, you're up so late, aren't you...?"

"I...I'm a food deliveryman. I was worried you wouldn't have eaten enough tonight, Samael, so I prepared some for you..."

Caught red-handed, Little Butterfly frantically pulled her portable fast food from the window while trying to explain, and held it in front of her.

...a completely bewildered orange cat...

This is Habertlott's pet.

"Uh, no... no, I definitely brought it with me..."

Freya was facing Samael with one hand, while fumbling behind the door with the other, and pulled it open in a panic.

The next moment, the tall figure was dragged into the house. Mordred and Melusin, who had been awakened, twitched at the corners of their mouths and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I... I heard a noise and was worried about your safety, so I just happened to be passing by... just happened to be passing by..."

Although Bagst's tone was sincere, his eyes were somewhat unfocused.

Samael fell silent, looking at Freya who was on the verge of tears, and helplessly raised his hand to his forehead.

"So, who else is outside? Come in."

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and Bawanshi strolled in with a leisurely gait and a grin.

"This is so interesting, I want to come too."

Then, a small white beast, resembling both a cat and a dog, cautiously followed, its tiny purple eyes blinking innocently.

"Do whatever you want, I'm going to lie down now."

Samael immediately raised his hands in surrender, then closed his eyes, like a giant doll that attracts the hearts of countless young girls, allowing himself to be trampled upon.

That said, he single-handedly instigated conflict between Lancelot and Mordred, causing the entire Fairy Round Table under Morgan's command to collectively betray her, and even wanted to cuckold her.

Am I another kind of Guinevere in a different sense?

As Samael closed his eyes and groaned, he muttered to himself, trying to find some humor in his suffering.

Having received permission, the three fairies of different sizes no longer hesitated and eagerly approached, eager to absorb the rich emotions of the humanoid creature and gain spiritual satisfaction.

In addition, there is another beast...

With her naturally large size, Cathy Palug leaped onto Samael's chest, her soft flesh padding out as she strolled on his undulating chest for a moment before settling comfortably above the ancient serpent's chamber.

After a brief period of commotion, the room finally fell silent again.

In the darkness, a pair of tiny purple eyes, no bigger than beans, quietly opened, and tiny, grinding gold teeth made a creaking sound.

Sweet! Delicious!

The warmth and pulse beneath him, emanating from life itself, possessed a fatal attraction.

Just as the white-furred little beast, eager for its meal, jumped onto the pillow, lowered its head towards the large meal, and slowly opened its lips, another head, its eyes brimming with longing, emerged from the opposite side of the bed.

Is it possible to run into someone in the same industry doing something like this...?

The two intruders, who were standing in front of the bed, were taken aback when their eyes met.

So, together?

Immediately, the human and the beast understood the meaning in each other's eyes. They each chose one side, carefully lowered their heads, and revealed their gleaming white canine teeth to the two thin blood vessels on their necks.

"Crunch... crunch..."

However, upon taking a bite, the tough skin felt like an unyielding piece of chewing gum. The two uninvited guests tried different methods to gnaw on it, but their once invincible sharp teeth could not break through its defenses and could only leave behind trails of glistening saliva.

Pshaw, so what if someone has thick skin? I just don't believe it!

The slender human figure, whose cheeks ached, flashed a fierce light in his eyes, his heart hardening.

"Crack! Crack!"

However, before this uninvited guest could regroup and launch a new offensive, his buried head was struck with a muffled, thunderous boom.

Bavanshi and Cathy Parug, you two heartless people, having a meal together here? Are you never going to stop?!

Samael, who had seen everything all along, was furious, his face filled with murderous intent.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat!"

Bawanshi stood with her hands on her hips, exuding confidence despite her lack of justification.

As a vampire, that was her true purpose in infiltrating them.

"Isn't there some fresh poultry and livestock blood in the warehouse? If that doesn't work, go crawl into the sheep pen and gnaw on a sheep's rear end! Why are you bothering me? Are you itching for a beating again?"

"I'm tired of this, I want to try something different. I'm only taking a tiny bit, it won't hurt, it'll actually feel quite comfortable. You're not losing out anyway, so just let me try it..."

Seeing that Samael was about to go berserk, the arrogant Bavanshi immediately became obedient, shrank his neck, lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers, muttering to himself.

"Fuu! Fuu!"

Cathy Parluge, standing to the side, shrank behind Bavanshi, nodding repeatedly in support, trying to conceal her equally wicked intentions.

Don't blame us for being inhuman; it's just that the ingredients are too irresistible.

As fellow vampires, the allure of this ingredient, which looked ready to punch someone, was simply irresistible to them.

If they weren't outmatched, they would have wiped out the opposing team long ago.

Immediately, Bawanshi glanced at the side of Samael's neck, where the veins, already reddened and more prominent from being sucked, were visible. She couldn't help but lick her pink lips, blinking her watery eyes with an irresistible allure.

"Let me take a puff, just one puff! At worst, I'll make up for what you've been waiting for."

"Oh, how do you plan to make it up to me?"

Samael's expression shifted, and he asked in a low voice with a smile, seemingly quite interested.

"For example, stepping on you!"

Bawanshi tilted her chin up, spoke leisurely, appearing quite smug, and added a suffix.

"Like Melusine..."

At that moment, a certain white-furred little animal was also moved.

“Fuu…Fuu…”

Cathy Palug simply jumped up and patted someone's cheek vigorously with her fluffy little paws, her amethyst-like eyes conveying a certain meaning.

See? What they can do, I can do too.