Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Your Majesty, what are you wearing...?"

"This Samhain outfit was a gift from Mordred."

Artoria answered casually, her eyes fixed on the skewers of meat sizzling over the flames.

Mordred? The Lion Set?!

Samael slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that not all the innovations in Habertlot's costume designs had been rejected by him.

For example, the lion mascot costume that the weaving fairy created on a whim, which was not very revealing and resembled pajamas, successfully broke through the competition and won Samael's praise.

Wait, isn't this something I'm keeping for myself, meant to be left for Morgan?

"Haha, partners, you guys were indeed sneaking a bite to eat here!"

Just as Samael was stunned, a smug voice came from behind. Mordred, who was also wearing the same lion costume as Artoria, looking like a feline cub strolling in the forest, swaggered over and snorted with dissatisfaction.

In terms of keen sense of smell and enthusiasm for food, she was clearly no match for the Lion King, who was already sitting in front of the fire, bowl in hand, ready to eat, but she was not far behind.

"How come you..."

Samael stared at Mordred, who sat beside Artoria and looked just like her son, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"Hmm, your taste is indeed excellent. This outfit suits His Majesty very well. My one was too boring, so I had Habertrot make a matching one for you to wear. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

"Hmm, it combines festive qualities, the majesty of a lion, and the comfort of its attire. I'm quite satisfied with this gift..."

Artoria glanced at it, nodded in agreement, and spoke in her usual serious tone.

That majestic, divine face, paired with the adorable doll costume, exudes a strong contrast of cuteness, making people both reluctant to look directly at it and yet also feeling an urge to get closer and reach out to touch it.

Well, the Druid's nature worship philosophy, and the decorations of the Samhain festival costume that imitate wild beasts and gods, are all incorporated into this outfit.

It seems... probably... there's nothing wrong with it... right?

How should I put it? They truly share the same roots; even their tastes are exactly the same.

"Your Majesty is absolutely right, I think so too!"

Faced with the two lion-girls, one big and one small, Samael suppressed the urge to laugh but dared not, and nodded with a serious expression, giving high-profile affirmation to this view.

At the same time, the fingers behind his back had already taken out a crystal from the magic circle and secretly copied down the precious early scene of humans capturing beast girls, preserving it for a long time.

You think you can take advantage of my king's lack of human aesthetic sense? How dare you blaspheme against the gods!

He even secretly recorded my embarrassing moments? What a scumbag!

Noticing Samael's subtle movements, Kai glared angrily, then slowly raised a finger towards the ancient serpent with a look of deep resentment...

It's the index finger...

Samael, with a serious expression, raised his index and middle fingers in return.

Two servings!

Kai nodded in satisfaction, reaching an agreement with Samael, and began diligently grilling meat skewers, feeding the two humanoid lion-girls, one large and one small, in front of him.

Unaware of the strange looks and inexplicable eagerness in the two, Artoria and Mordred naturally accepted the food offered to them.

Even more so, under the combined persuasion of Samael and Kai, the two of them followed the "Savannah tradition" and awkwardly imitated a few lion movements, and even let out a slight roar.

By the time Artoria and Mordred's bellies began to swell, Samael had accumulated more than ten precious video recordings.

"By the way, where are Bawanshi and the others?"

Having finished recording with great enthusiasm, Samael casually inquired about the whereabouts of the other little ones.

"They saw how great this festive dress looked in person, so they dragged Habertlot home to get one for their mother too."

Nice!

Long live Samuel! I love Samuel the most!

Upon hearing this, Samael couldn't help but give a thumbs up to the girls who were the embodiment of action.

It just so happens to be during a festival season, and in any case, the project of restraining the divine is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Instead of working, let's leave the magic workshop, have a meal together, chat, and relax.

Now, he was already imagining the scene of Morgan, under the persistent coaxing of his daughters, standing in front of the mirror, feeling utterly ashamed as he put on these clothes.

When she stands next to the dog girl Bagst, the cat girl Bavanshi, the werewolf Melusin, and the butterfly Freya, the impact will be absolutely off the charts!

If I'm lucky enough to take a few photos with Mordred, or even bump into Artoria.

Wow, what a precious and historic meeting! Just thinking about it makes me excited.

"Buzz!"

Just as Samael's eyes lit up and he was lost in thought, a unique rhythmic etheric tremor came from afar from the witch's house.

The ancient serpent sensed the unusual fluctuations and abruptly stood up, the solemnity in its eyes completely erasing the allure deep within its pupils.

Suppressing his turbulent emotions, Samael calmly saw off the two lions, one big and one small, who had eaten and drunk their fill. Immediately, his expression hardened, and he transformed into a streak of light, moving with lightning speed through the streets and alleys, heading straight for his courtyard.

Upon entering, Samael saw the much thinner Britannian witch sitting in the courtyard, with a purplish-red potion on the table in front of her. Meanwhile, Bavanshi, Freya, Melusin, and the others were being led to the underground magic workshop by a weary-looking Melly.

Samael decisively activated the magic array, shielding himself from outside detection, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"The thing...it was a success?"

Morgan nodded slightly, his tone rising slightly, and a pleased smile curved his lips.

But then the witch hesitated and couldn't help but add a supplementary sentence.

"This stuff has only been tested on species with mixed divine blood, and the effects were obvious. But I don't know how effective it will be for Artoria. Besides, it has a side effect..."

Just as Morgan was pondering, the magic circle shook slightly, and a smiling face was projected in front of Samael and Morgan.

Merlin!

They came so fast...

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Morgan and Samael exchanged a glance and nodded, interrupting their private conversation. The Ancient Serpent then got up and opened the door.

"What a coincidence, neither of you are asleep yet?"

Merlin smiled and, as he spoke, stepped aside, revealing another visitor in the shadows.

Kai, a person who is both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable.

"It's a big holiday, so let's sit down together, have a drink, and talk about our life goals."

As always, the old nightmare talked nonsense, then slipped in like an eel, squeezing in from the side without saying a word.

Samael ignored him and had no intention of stopping him, so he simply led Kai into the courtyard.

"Is it finished?"

As soon as he entered and sat down, Kai abandoned his usual gentle and lazy demeanor, adopting a serious expression and staring intently at Samael and Morgan, getting straight to the point.

"This thing has the effect of weakening divinity, but the test samples are all magical beasts that only have a trace of divinity and whose bloodline is diluted to the extreme. It is currently unknown how effective it is for true gods. Strictly speaking, this is only a semi-finished product."

The ancient snake's eyes were full of understanding. Knowing that it couldn't be hidden any longer, it simply nodded and took the initiative to explain.

Merlin and Kai were both worried and happy upon hearing this. Following Samael's gaze, they looked at the faintly glowing purplish-red potion on the table, their expressions hesitant.

"What's there to force? Would you dare use something I make?"

Morgan sneered, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and Kai's outstretched fingers froze in mid-air.

Merlin, his eyes gleaming, chuckled and tried to lighten the mood.

"What's there to be afraid of? You can't possibly poison me, can you?"

"What if I told you this is poison?"

Morgan's expression was cold and indifferent, his eyes filled with utmost seriousness.

Immediately, the two people opposite each other froze, and the atmosphere became tense.

It wasn't mealtime, so their timing was perfect, clearly indicating they'd been keeping a close eye on the mansion's recent developments.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the contract and the promise were nothing more than a superficial reconciliation.

Trust has always been a luxury and an expensive thing for witches.

As their subtle intentions were revealed, Merlin and Kai, knowing they were in the wrong, found themselves in an awkward and difficult situation.

They can't afford to gamble...

"Whether it's poison or not, we'll know once we find someone to try it."

Just as the situation was tense, soft whispers echoed in everyone's ears.

Yeah, let's try one out first, then make a decision...

Merlin and Kay suddenly realized, but then they couldn't help but frown.

But who should we turn to?

Divine bloodlines and divinity are not as common as cabbages; you could search all of Britain and still not find enough to fill an arm's length.

Just as the situation reached another stalemate, a pale hand pierced through the three people's frozen gazes and landed on the potion in the center.

"Actually, there's no need to go through all this trouble. What I wanted to say was..."

Samael smiled calmly, uncorked the bottle, and, to everyone's astonishment, tilted his head back and drank the potion in one gulp.

"...I can do it."

The empty bottle hit the ground. Morgan, who had just come to his senses, changed his expression drastically and his voice involuntarily rose.

"You are crazy!"

"I commissioned you to make this item. I happen to possess divinity, so shouldn't I be the first to test its effectiveness?"

Samael responded with a smile, casually raising his hand to press Morgan's shoulder, preventing the witch from angrily rising.

Morgan struggled in vain, his blood rushing to his head, and he couldn't help but become more irritable and angry.

"Fool! Aren't you afraid it's poison?"

"What I have to be afraid of is what you did."

Samael smiled, his eyes clear, his tone gentle and calm, as if he were simply recounting something extremely ordinary.

Morgan seemed to realize something in a daze, and was slightly taken aback. He pursed his lips and looked at the guardian knight in front of him. Then his body trembled, and his lowered eyelids concealed the mist in his eyes.

"I believe you."

The ancient serpent looked around, its gaze sweeping over Kai and Merlin, whose expressions were frozen and who seemed still immersed in the shock they had just experienced.

"If even I don't believe you, how can I expect anyone else to believe in the witch of Britain?"

Samael's gaze was deep and insightful, and the corners of his lips were turned up, forming a faint curve.

Just like before. Morgan says the potion has passed testing and is safe and non-toxic. Will the other side believe him?

Will the other side believe Morgan if he says he has no hatred for this country?

Will the other side believe Morgan when he says he has compassion for his sister and has no intention of seizing the throne?

Prejudice in people's hearts is an invisible mountain that is difficult to move no matter how hard you try.

Especially when it comes to the safety of those closer to them, that scrutiny, tinged with suspicion, becomes even more intense.

Merlin and Kay's actions in monitoring the Witch's House from the outside show that the two never truly and completely trusted Morgan.

Therefore, to truly break down this barrier and eliminate this suspicion, one must try that potion that might be labeled as a "conspiracy" with the same kind of concern.

Samael himself is the most suitable candidate.

This proactive test, and the frankness that seemed to exonerate them, made Kai blush and remain speechless.

Morgan bit her cherry lips tightly and murmured a question.

"But, what if..."

"Unless something goes wrong, I trust you."

The knight who guarded the witch gently emerged from under the table, grasped her trembling fingers, and answered in this way.

However, in a daze, Morgan's shoulders hunched slightly, and a strange unease arose in his heart.