Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Come on, it's just a little blood, stick your head over here."

Samael brushed aside the furry ball of flesh on his face, rubbed his deformed cheeks, and smiled brightly, waving to the man and beast in front of him.

Immediately, Bawanshi and Kathy Palug couldn't help but feel excited, and eagerly moved their two heads closer, wanting to taste the deliciousness beneath the skin.

"boom!"

"boom!"

But in an instant, a gust of wind seemed to rise from behind the head of the man and the beast, and two skull-crushing blows with iron fists struck Bavanshi and Kathy Palug on the head with lightning speed.

Faintly, the cracking sound of bones breaking could be heard from the two contact surfaces, and white mist-like ether could be faintly seen rising in the air.

Both the man and the beast, caught in the counterattack, fell flat on their backs, feeling as if their brains were being shaken and shattered by the immense force, and they could almost hear the sound of ocean waves inside their brains.

The ancient serpent's radiant smile, without its initial appearance, twisted into a grotesque and sinister expression, as it inwardly sneered.

Ba Wanxi, I haven't settled the score with you for jumping up and stepping on me in high heels yet, and you let it slip this time, didn't you? You really did it on purpose!

And you, Cathy Palug, you eat my food, drink my water, and you still dare to bite me? You have no conscience! Trying to be cute? Trying to be cute won't save you!

Phew, the world is finally peaceful now.

Under Samael's physical hypnosis, the two vampires who had infiltrated with ill intentions obediently fell into a deep sleep.

Tsk, to be a zookeeper for these scourges, you need some special skills to survive; an ordinary person wouldn't last a day without being tormented to death by them.

I really don't know when this will end. Your Majesty Morgan, I'm already starting to miss you.

The devout guardian knight rubbed his throbbing temples and groaned in pain.

Just as Samael was feeling physically and mentally exhausted and preparing to relax, he heard rustling sounds and suppressed groans from the side again.

Oh my god, you're coming again?!

Just as Samael's face darkened, a murderous aura gathered between his brows, and he was about to "go on a killing spree," a tall figure on the edge of the bed suddenly threw off the covers, smashed through the doors and windows, and rushed out of the courtyard.

The violent aura that erupted like a landslide and a tsunami caused the half-asleep crowd to change color.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: This child is developing so well.

boom!

Amidst the violent explosion, dust billowed from the outer wall, and a hollow outline of a human figure instantly took shape. The monster, with its elongated horns and wisps of red and black flames spewing from its pores, let out a suppressed growl, turned, and rushed out of the courtyard, disappearing into the vast night.

Oh no, something's wrong, it's Bagst!

This sudden turn of events startled Samael at first, but he quickly recovered and immediately jumped up, chasing after the direction in which the dark figure had disappeared.

Inside the bedroom, layers of etheric tides erupted, followed by several arcs of light of different colors.

Under the cold moonlight, a figure stumbled along in the secluded shadows, leaning against the wall. With each step, a rumbling sound came from his stomach, an uncontrollable hunger filling every cell and every muscle.

I'm so hungry... I want to eat...

The shadowy figure turned its head, its nostrils flaring, staring intently at the direction behind it that emitted a sweet aroma. Glistening saliva dripped from the corner of its half-open lips, and its body trembled uncontrollably, all of which transformed into a craving for food.

My favorite things... delicious things...

Gradually, the instincts that originated from the bloodline have silently seeped into the mind, beginning to distort and change one's consciousness.

boom!

The next moment, the harbinger of calamity, whose heterochromatic pupils seemed to contain two burning red and blue flames, slammed its head against the stone wall, using the pain to desperately maintain its clarity of mind.

No...no!

You must never hurt Father and the others!

A powerful will suppressed the surging restlessness within him, and the head that was looking back was forcibly turned around.

But... I'm so hungry...

But even in brief moments of clarity, the relentless yearning gradually became irresistible.

Meat...meat...

In that obsessive murmur, her frenzied gaze gradually turned and fell, the flame of reason flickering weakly like a candle in the wind.

puff!

In the darkness, a flash of blood appeared, and amidst the ferocious growling of a wolfhound, a chilling sound of swallowing and tearing came from the alley, the thick stench of blood spreading with the wind.

As night faded and the sky began to lighten, a few rays of pale light appeared in the east. Thin streaks of golden-red sunlight pierced through the thick, leaden-gray clouds above Camelot, casting their rays upon the earth and bringing a long-awaited warmth.

Although the morning mist has not completely dissipated, it is certain that this will be a rare sunny day.

However, in stark contrast to the fine weather, Samael and others on the street were in high spirits.

The ancient serpent looked around, its eyes filled with gloom, its heart heavy with an increasing sense of oppression.

Just last night, Bagst lost control and rushed out of the mansion and onto the street.

This strange turn of events occurred at a crucial time: the six major clans' fairies entered the city, the reputation of the Nameless Forest improved, and the planning of that project was underway.

If a serious incident of fairies harming people were to occur in Camelot, the consequences would be unimaginable.

What he was more worried about was Bagst's safety.

After all, Camelot is now surrounded by Knights of the Round Table. No matter that Bagst was born of calamity and possesses extraordinary talent, he is still just a child. If he is surrounded, it is hard to say that he will escape unscathed.

If things develop to the worst possible outcome, and Artoria and the other members of the Round Table Thirteen intervene, it will probably be too late by the time he arrives.

However, the incident happened suddenly, and Bagst, who possessed a keen animalistic instinct, seemed to deliberately suppress his aura and evade the search.

Therefore, Samael, along with the young maids of his household, searched from the latter half of the night until dawn, but still could not find the rampaging fairy knight.

As time went on, the ancient serpent grew increasingly agitated, especially when he noticed the sparse pedestrians appearing on the street and the charioteers beginning their changing of the guard. His expression darkened considerably.

Even with their own plans and attempts to whitewash their actions, humans already harbor a certain aversion to other races. Moreover, Bagst is currently a powder keg that could explode at any moment, making it extremely dangerous.

The longer she wanders outside, the more serious the subsequent impact will be, the more attention she will attract, and the more unpredictable her own safety will become.

Although Britain's iconic fog has not yet completely dissipated, and there is still a chance to salvage the situation, there is not much time left before true dawn.

"did you find it?"

A moment later, Habertrot, Melusin, Mordred, and the others returned from the streets and alleys. The ancient serpent immediately avoided the sparse pedestrians and the patrolling knights, and pulled them aside to question them.

"Not on West Street."

Habertlot shook his head with thick eyebrows, and several cats at his feet responded with low whimpers.

"It's not high up either..."

Melusine folded her wings and fell, a hint of worry appearing in her vertical pupils.

"There was a very faint scent from the north, but it suddenly disappeared halfway through the chase. This guy is going in circles!"

Mordred answered with a pursed lip, her face also clouded with gloom, and she couldn't help but punch the stone tablet next to her, gritting her teeth and complaining.

"Honestly, can't you just talk things out with us, you stupid dog!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Bawanshi rushed out of the alley to the east, panting, bringing news that slightly cheered everyone up.

"Teacher Samael, there's blood over here!"

This answer, which was half good news and half bad news, made everyone's expressions serious, and they immediately chased after them to find out what was going on.

This was a secluded alley, rarely frequented by anyone. As soon as Samael entered, his pupils contracted slightly as he was startled to find dense, crisscrossing, sharp, bluish-white scratches on the surrounding bluestone walls.

It was as if a wild beast had stumbled into a dead end, unleashing its primal madness.

"Look, there's more here!"

Following Bavanshi's call, Samael walked up with some unease, squatted down, and picked up a few golden hairs from the half-congealed purplish-red bloodstain on the ground with his right fingertips, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

"It was left behind by Bagst..."

Many of the young girls, who understood what this meant, couldn't help but tense up.

"However, things are probably not as bad as we think."

However, as Samael's nostrils flared, he vaguely caught a familiar scent from the bloodstains on his fur. He then let out a breath of pent-up frustration, and his tense face relaxed slightly.

"She attacked someone, and it's not that bad yet? If she gets caught by the Knights of the Round Table, it'll be a huge problem!"

Mordred couldn't help but get impatient, scratching his head and complaining.

"Does this mean that before I've even started working, I'm already trying to break out of prison and go against those guys at the Round Table?"

"Don't worry, there's no need..."

Samael stood up, casually patted Mordred on the shoulder, and a relaxed smile appeared on his lips.

I have a pretty good idea where she went.

Immediately, the ancient snake confidently headed towards a certain place, and the little girls, still in a daze, subconsciously followed.

As he stepped out of the alley, Samael seemed to remember something. He paused briefly, turned around, snapped his fingers, and a fierce etheric storm swept through the area, anchored by himself.

Instantly, dust flew everywhere, and the claw marks on the bricks and the bloodstains on the ground were silently wiped away.

After dealing with these matters, Samael turned back with satisfaction and spoke leisurely.

"Let's go, let's go pick up Bagst and take him home."

Amidst the dew-covered, withered grass, a tall figure huddled behind a stone platform with a groove for a sword blade, his clenched teeth grinding together.

So hungry... So cold...

The clash between desire and reason left the host physically and mentally exhausted, trembling and shaking uncontrollably, looking like a stray dog ​​abandoned by the roadside.

someone!

The figure, lying close to the ground, heard the rustling of grass and trees all around and immediately perked up its ears and opened its eyes.

food……

As she murmured, glistening saliva slid down from her half-open lips and dripped onto the blades of grass.

Want to eat...

A strong desire surged into his heart, and the figure curled up behind the stone platform, like a wild beast, moved his body on all fours, his open golden-red heterochromatic eyes radiating the coldness of a predator.

But after taking only a few steps, a fierce struggle appeared in those heterochromatic eyes. The dark figure plopped back down in its original position, its gaze fixed downwards on the fresh flesh and blood.

"Get out!"

The next moment, the wolfhound, trapped in its predicament, bared its teeth and howled, its tone filled with intense murderous intent and rage.

"Bagust, come out quickly, it's me!"

The response was low and subdued, carrying a hint of relief.

"Father...Father..."

Bagst looked up in astonishment, peering through the gaps in the grass at his owner who was walking towards him from the outside, and was immediately at a loss for what to do.

My beloved...delicious food...

Along with the itching sensation from his canine teeth and the involuntary twitching of his throat, Bagst's gaze became dangerous and unfocused.

puff!

The next moment, Bagst broke out in a cold sweat and immediately buried his head and bit down hard.

The sharp canine teeth tore off a large chunk of flesh, and the swallowed food, along with the resulting reaction, made the dog demon tremble slightly, reactivating its control over its body.

"No! Don't come over!"

That suppressed whimper carried a pleading tone.

rustle……

As the grass and trees rustled, a fair hand parted the sparse branches and leaves, revealing the full appearance of the creature bathed in sunlight.

“Baghster…”

His deep gaze fell upon Bagst's wrist, and his outstretched fingers grasped Bagst's wrist, freeing the mangled arm from the sharp canine teeth. A soft moan of pain echoed in the fairy knight's ears.

"Father, please stop looking at me in this ugly state! I can't control myself anymore, please leave!"

The close contact instantly ignited Bagst's long-suppressed ferocity. As saliva dripped from the corner of his lips, the gradually mutated fairy knight clutched the hideous horns on his head with one hand and struggled desperately.

The inferiority complex that led him from beauty to ugliness, and the filthy madness of his craving for flesh and blood, made Bagst feel ashamed and unable to face his owner standing in the sunlight.