Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The dog demon struggled desperately, wanting nothing more than to escape. Even if it meant becoming a mindless beast, it was better than showing such a pathetic side to the people it loved and respected.

"It's fine……"

Samael did not let go. Instead, he used his brute strength to pull Bagst into his arms, patting the fairy knight's pink back as if he were helping her sleep as an infant. He brought his lips close to her ear and murmured softly as if he were humming a lullaby.

But the gentler the treatment, the stronger the desire to tear apart and crush the beauty before one's eyes with tyranny, swallowing it bit by bit.

I can't... I can't hurt Father...

Seeing that he could not control the violent desire surging within him, Bagst hurriedly raised his hand.

However, before he could even put the bloodied and mangled arm into his mouth, Samael forcefully pressed it down.

At the same time, Bagst's head was pressed onto the ancient snake's shoulder, and the sweet scent that filled his nostrils made the dog demon's eyes turn red.

"Pfft!"

The next moment, blood flashed, and sharp canine teeth pierced through clothing and pierced into the flesh of the owner's shoulder, a sweet and bloody taste rising into the throat.

Amidst the piercing pain of flesh being torn apart, the man remained composed, like a nursing parent gently patting his adopted daughter's pink back, humming a Celtic tune between his lips.

"If this makes you feel better, it's okay..."

After a brief moment of confusion, Bagst snapped back to reality, instinctively loosening his grip. The bloodthirsty desire in his eyes gradually faded, and his consciousness returned to clarity.

Unable to escape the love and tenderness that enveloped her, Bagst slowly raised her head, biting her cherry lips with her pearly teeth. Her eyes were filled with intense self-reproach and pain as she pleaded softly, her gaze resolute.

"Father, I have failed your teachings and hurt you. I am no longer worthy to be the knight who protects you and Mother. Please keep your promise and use whatever means necessary to eliminate this scourge and grant me death!"

Samael raised his hand and gently stroked Bagst's messy golden hair, his gaze solemn as he asked in a deep voice.

"Do you remember what I taught you here? What are the eight virtues of a knight?"

"Humility, integrity, compassion, courage, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul!"

Bagst straightened up, and the answer etched in his mind came out.

What are the principles of chivalry?

"Faced with a powerful enemy, we are fearless, resolute, loyal, and righteous, worthy of our sovereign, upright and honest, and would rather die than surrender. We protect the weak and do not violate the principles of Heaven!"

The low, inquiring question was met with a resounding, assertive reply.

She never forgot these things after joining her mother's savior team and swearing to become her mother's knight, and she often held herself to these standards.

“Bagust, I’m so glad that throughout this entire night, you were not defeated by desire, did not succumb to instinct, did not abuse the weak with the strength of the strong, and did not abandon honor and the principles you adhered to, even at the cost of your own life!”

Samael raised his hand and gently patted the shoulder of the fairy knight in front of him. His gaze was gentle, and his affirmative tone entered Bagst's mind, bringing a deafening roar.

"So, lift your head, Fairy Knight Gawain! This posture is not ugly, but the pride of your victory over yourself!"

The dog demon, already bowing its head in remorse and awaiting its fate, shuddered, slowly raised its head, its face contorted with struggle, and muttered incoherently.

"But...but I hurt you, I betrayed your trust, and that evil desire will only grow stronger. Who knows, one day in the future, I will..."

"If you defeat it once, you can defeat it a second time, a third time, until you completely conquer it! I believe you can do it!"

The ancient snake spoke solemnly, then dusted off the tattered pieces of his clothes, revealing the fair skin on his shoulder that had long since healed. A smile appeared on the man's face.

"Let's not even talk about how you can spit out meat that's already in your mouth. Even if you really wanted to eat me, you'd still need to train for a few more years. I'm the one who taught you!"

That invisible aura of dominance and confidence dispelled Bagst's doubts and worries. Like a tamed hound, Bagst gradually calmed down in Samael's arms, though he was still somewhat listless and self-reproachful.

Samael looked at the stone platform behind him, his gaze calm.

"Then, before this monument where the King of Knights embarked on his journey, I want to hear you swear an oath once more, my knight!"

Upon hearing this, Bagst trembled slightly, his words, though stammering, were firm and resolute.

I vow to treat the weak with kindness.

I swear bravely against rape

I swear to fight against all mistakes

I swear to fight for the defenseless

I vow to help those who ask me for help.

I swear I will not harm women and children.

I swear to stand shoulder to shoulder with my comrades

I swear to treat my friends sincerely

I swear I will remain faithful to my love until death!

With a strangely high-pitched final note echoing across the sky, the fairy knight, once again uttering words of unwavering resolve, gazed intently up at her faith, her teacher, her king.

At this moment, Samael also discovered an awkward problem: due to the rampaging Bagst's inability to control his magic, most of his clothes had been burned by the magic fire.

The fairy knight who is now snuggling into his arms is practically naked.

Just now, Samael was so tense that he didn't even realize it, but now, he had only one thought in his mind.

This child is developing so well...

"Aren't you two dawdling over your hugs yet? I'm starving, can we hurry up and go home for dinner?"

Just as the atmosphere was becoming somewhat awkward, Mordred's soft hum came from the bushes.

Bagst looked at his companions who had appeared before him, a hint of emotion appearing in his eyes.

"Baghster, welcome back."

Melusin reached out and stroked the large dog in front of her, which had become docile again, and chuckled as she revealed what everyone was thinking.

As the sun rises, everyone walks toward the roots they have planted on this land.

The ripples that were stirred up have once again subsided.

However, for some reason, Samael felt that although Bagst had clearly suppressed his appetite, the way he looked at him seemed even stranger.

In short, it made him a little uneasy...

Chapter 100 Kemono Friends (4.2k)

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the leisurely days.

Since experiencing Bagst's rampage, Samael realized that although the little troublemakers in the house were growing at an astonishing rate physically, they still had certain characteristics of toddlers in terms of mentality, making them relatively fragile and sensitive.

If left unchecked for too long, psychological problems can easily arise, leading to personal distortions.

After all, fairies need to draw nourishment from the human spirit to grow.

Due to his admiration for strength and the loyalty of canine creatures, Bagst deeply respects and is very affectionate towards Samael, making him a staunch supporter of the ancient serpent.

However, even though she was the first one raised by Morgan and Samael, the transformation of Bavanshi diverted Morgan's attention, and the addition of fairies such as Melusin and Freya kept Samael busy dealing with them.

When Camelot arrived, a series of events followed, including the crowning ceremony, the round table meeting, the Lion King's free meal, the Sanbad omen, Mordred's birth, and so on.

Even Morgan is currently working overtime in the underground workshop, and the laborers of the six fairy clans have to travel thousands of miles from the Nameless Forest to Camelot to conduct research day and night in the witch's house's black factory.

Samael, left outside, devoted a large part of his attention to Mordred, whose time was limited, and to the assertive and proactive Melusin.

The squeaky wheel gets the grease; this is an age-old truth.

In contrast, Bagst, who is more sensible and independent and less clingy, has been neglected by many.

Because his soul was still in its infancy and lacked spiritual nourishment, Bagst's longing for closeness grew stronger day by day, eventually triggering his own distortion during a sudden close encounter.

Although the remedy was timely and no serious consequences occurred, the problems exposed still forced Samael to be more vigilant and secretly remind himself to reduce his time slacking off each day and dedicate himself to improving the moral character of the troublemakers in his family and elevating himself.

It's commonly known as accompanying them in their crazy fun, so that they won't feel spiritually empty during their formative years.

As a result, all sorts of scoundrels in the streets and alleys of Camelot were incredibly unlucky, getting their experience points repeatedly wiped out by the fairy knights who went out for a stroll and had fun.

Previously, Mordred, Bagst, Melusin, Bavanshi, and others committed crimes sporadically.

Now, with Samael's addition, the fairy knights of the Witch's House have become a well-trained professional gang dedicated to fighting crime and eliminating evil.

Even in investigations and ambushes, they employed military tactics and psychological warfare, making the group of burly thugs feel like unlucky mice being toyed with by a cat, being played with to the point of misery and suffering immensely.

Coupled with the indulgence of a certain Camelot traitorous security chief, and the influence of the Lion King and the entire Round Table, these little troublemakers, who were in reserve for the Round Table, have basically become objects of fear for the rats in the streets and alleys.

Before long, let alone extorting protection money and bullying the market, even in ordinary fights, the party in the wrong would subconsciously lower their voice by eight octaves, for fear of being targeted by "righteous people" hiding in the shadows and given a moral lecture.

As a result, many unscrupulous individuals completely abandoned the bleak path of gangsterism and instead honestly changed professions. Camelot's atmosphere was thus cleaned up, and even the public security was surprisingly good.

Seeing that Camelot's security level had improved significantly and it was about to become a model city with no money to be made, Samael immediately started finding things for his group of little troublemakers to do.

Mordred's courtly education and school experience need no further explanation.

The training of Bagst and Melusin's combat skills, and Bavanshi's courses in divine runes and spells, were also arranged.

Even Habertlot, who has a penchant for textiles and tailoring, and Freya, who loves cooking, are increasingly interacting with a certain model worker, deeply influenced by him, and eagerly throwing themselves into the professional fields that are open to them.

Therefore, with his "fish-catching experience card" expiring, Samael, who had to seriously take on the responsibilities of both teacher and owner, became busy with his daily routine.

In addition to entertaining the Lion King and Kai, who come to freeload every day, and guarding the gate to prevent the goblins from escaping on strike from the underground workshop, the ancient serpent's schedule was packed, keeping him busy every day.

He vaguely remembered that the last time he had so much intense and trivial work was when he was in the Arima cave in Greece, teaching the Typhon offspring and the young Athena.

Unexpectedly, after ten thousand years, I experienced such a bizarre and unpleasant experience again.

However, hard work will eventually pay off.

During the time that British witch was in seclusion, Samael's relationship with his family of little troublemakers deepened dramatically.

The increasingly enthusiastic feedback gradually became too much for Samael to handle.

When will this ever end?

Helpless, Samael, now a model worker, sighed every night as he looked at the different little faces that took turns occupying his bed and snuggling into his arms.

Fortunately, despite the promise of putting the snake to sleep alone, every night Melusin, the lecherous dragon who craved warmth, would lead the charge, carrying bedding, and build her nest right there in the ancient serpent's room.

Immediately afterwards, Mordred, not to be outdone, resolutely defended the purity of her guardian knights;

Then, Bawanxi came over to take a picture and joined the scramble for this rare toy;

Finally, Freya, Bagst, and Cathy Palug, unable to contain themselves, also came to join in the fun.

A simple, heartwarming bedtime story often turns into a noisy, boisterous group meeting in the middle of the night.

After they had played enough, the little girls climbed on, hung on, hugged, and rode around the human-shaped pillow Samael in all sorts of strange sleeping positions, sandwiching it in the middle.

In this bizarre setting and with the suffocating feeling of almost being unable to breathe, there was naturally no way for any romantic thoughts to arise.

As time went on, Samael vaguely felt like an old sow in a pigsty, having given birth to a litter of piglets, lying by the trough every day, waiting to be rooted up by the pigs at mealtime.

Therefore, every night, the ancient snake would feel a little scared whenever it saw a head peeking out from outside.

Busy as the sun rises and sets, another night falls.

Samael sat in his room, passing the time by flipping through the entire unabridged edition of "One Thousand and One Nights".

This is an original manuscript that he obtained from a female author. Not only is the handwriting elegant, but it also still retains a faint fragrance that is refreshing and invigorating, supposedly from preservatives.

The image of a female author taking out the manuscript flashed through the ancient snake's mind, and its gaze drifted slightly.

Well, in short, it has considerable collectible value.

Currently, this is one of the sources of bedtime stories for little ones.

However, Samael waited for a while but the little troublemakers didn't come knocking on the door, which made him a little surprised.

What's even stranger is that after having dinner early tonight, the courtyard, which is usually noisier than the zoo, was unusually quiet.

Strange, where did they all go?

The ancient serpent couldn't help but be curious, so it put its collection back into the magic circle and got up to walk towards the door.

"scare!"

As Samael reached the corner of the porch, a monster with forked horns on its head, a pale white skull mask on its face, and vines and branches waving around its body sprang out from the shadows and pounced on him, baring its fangs and claws.

"Snapped!"

However, Samael, who had slaughtered countless gods, showed no emotion whatsoever. He slapped the "evil spirit" on the forehead, ripped off the skull mask made from animal bones, and delivered a fatal blow.

"Mordred, why aren't you sleeping at night? Why are you out here pretending to be a ghost?! Have you been complaining about not having enough homework lately?!"

As the Serpent of Original Sin, even Hell, which originated in Mesopotamia, is theoretically under his jurisdiction. Let alone disguised as an evil spirit, even if there were an army of thousands of evil spirits, whether to fry or boil them is entirely up to him.

"Huh? Isn't that right? Kai clearly said that today is Samhain, and it's normal to wear this. He even gave me one because he saw I wasn't prepared. Is he playing a trick on me?"