Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

She's starting to doubt herself...

"Alright, I've taken the medicine. Don't just stare at it; record the effect. Otherwise, I'll have suffered for nothing."

Seeing the somewhat awkward and ambiguous atmosphere, and with Kai and Merlin looking embarrassed, Samael patted Morgan's hand and gave him a serious reminder.

The witch snapped back to reality, her expression tightening instinctively, concealing the vulnerability she had inadvertently revealed beneath a mask of indifference, before speaking thoughtfully.

“You reminded me before that poison is medicine and medicine is poison. In a sense, this thing can weaken divinity and suppress bloodline, so it can indeed be considered a kind of poison.”

Upon hearing this, Merlin and Kai's expressions tightened slightly, and they both looked at Samael.

Despite their differing stances, neither of them wanted anything to happen to their old friend.

On the contrary, Samael himself listened patiently while enjoying his tea, showing no sign of worry.

Morgan gave Merlin and Kay a cold snort and continued to add to the story.

"However, forcibly reducing the divinity within the Lion King's body with poison will inevitably cause a backlash from that power. Therefore, the fairy of the Nameless Forest and I changed our approach and started by altering the characteristics of the vessel."

"Change container traits?"

"Well, since Artoria's current body is the best vessel to hold divinity, then we only need to change the state of her body and mind, disrupt this harmony, and find a way to let the divinity within her flow away on its own, and the problem will be solved."

Morgan truthfully explained his thoughts and strategies to Samael's inquiries with great interest.

"After months of research and thousands of experiments, we have finally formulated a suitable medicine and eliminated impurities and toxicity. Theoretically, it will not cause serious harm to the user's body and will only affect the blood and spirit, so it should be very safe."

If we compare divinity to powerful gunpowder, and Artoria to the powder keg that holds that power, then Morgan's idea is not to confront the gunpowder in the powder keg head-on, but to choose to remove the planks or add moisture so that the gunpowder becomes damp and ineffective.

Is this the general principle?

Hmm, that's a good idea.

Samael stroked his chin, nodding to himself. Unconsciously, weariness welled up inside him, and the divinity within him began to stagnate.

"It seems the potion is starting to work."

The ancient snake realized the changes in its body, yawned, and responded casually, but for some reason its voice seemed much softer.

"Well, there's something I forgot to mention. Because of the need to change the properties of the container, this potion still has a rather unique side effect..."

Morgan nodded, biting her cherry lips lightly, and looked at Samael with a wistful gaze.

"Side effects? What side effects?"

Samael lay on the table, tilted his head and asked casually, a hint of confusion on his face.

He vaguely felt that the distance between himself and the table was getting farther and farther, and he had to move the chair forward to lie down more comfortably.

As Morgan turned to look to the side, his eyes flickered, filled with an indescribable meaning, and he gave an irrelevant answer.

"I added osmanthus and sunflower seeds to it..."

"what?"

Samael felt a wave of confusion wash over him and scratched his head.

Strange, why has the table gotten taller again?

As he pondered, Samael looked down in astonishment at the table and chairs that seemed several times larger than before, and couldn't help but be surprised.

After a moment, the ancient snake looked at the wide sleeves on both sides and the folds of the clothes that were almost wrapped around it, and suddenly realized.

No! It's me... who shrunk!

"This side effect, could it be..."

Kai stared at the little guy in front of him, dressed in oversized clothes, whose height had shrunk to about 1.2 meters, with his bewildered eyes and the faint outline of his facial features, and his expression was strange.

“Symplocos moniliforme…Sunflower orchid…changing the container's properties should be the right thing to do.”

Merlin pondered the keywords from before, his expression gradually becoming clear, and he slowly uttered the answer.

"Short-term rejuvenation...and mental decline..."

Commonly known as infantile degeneration...

As the great sage thought of this, he slowly raised his head, opened his arms, and a strange smile immediately bloomed on his face. His tone was rising, filled with a sense of schadenfreude.

"Come here, little Samael, let your kind big brother give you a hug!"

"roll!"

However, before the cheeky Merlin could approach, the clouds in the sky shifted, and a stream of dark blue magic spiraled down, forming gleaming spears above the great sage's head. The chilling aura frightened the old dream demon into sitting down obediently, not daring to move.

Morgan protected them like an eagle guarding its chicks, then slightly raised his head and coldly looked at Kay and Merlin, explaining the whole story bluntly.

“Since Artoria’s divinity gradually increases with her physical development, the regression in age will inevitably lead to a decrease in the compatibility between the vessel and the Holy Lance. At that time, we can try to separate Rungomminiad and awaken her own feelings.”

The great sage, who had some theoretical knowledge of potions, nodded slightly, his eyes thoughtful, and exclaimed in amazement.

“That’s right, it might actually work! Artoria drew that Holy Lance when she was a teenager, which means that if her mental and physical age were to regress to before she drew the lance, it might be possible to create a gap between Rungomminiad and its host!”

"You mean, I can see... the old Artoria?"

Kai, who had overheard something amiss, suddenly stood up and anxiously pressed for answers.

"Theoretically, that's what it means..."

Morgan's affirmation made Kay's eyes light up, his face full of excitement and anticipation.

Can I finally welcome my little angel back? Lily…hehe…my Lily!

It wasn't just a certain seasoned sister-obsessed person who went crazy; the old dreamer next to him, realizing this, rarely revealed his true emotions, his face tearing away the long-accumulated gloom and filled with a hint of emotion.

That pure little girl, as innocent as a lily; that little angel with a healing smile always on her face; that disciple who had never embarked on this path, still innocent and unaware of its meaning…

Could it be that I really still have a chance to turn everything around with my own hands?

"Alright, you've seen the effects of the potion, and you've said what you needed to say. Can you leave now?"

Seeing that the usually gentle and steady knight and the cunning nightmare were both acting crazy and insane, as if possessed, Morgan immediately gave a cold snort and ordered them to leave.

Realizing they had lost their composure, Merlin and Kai suppressed their surging emotions, coughed to regain their composure, and then looked at the little guy sitting at the table with a resentful and depressed expression.

"Ahem, since you're already here, why don't I take little Samael back to stay for a few days? To be honest, I'm super good at taking care of children!"

The restless old dreamer, still unwilling to give up, was eager to take advantage of this opportunity to torment his friend who was in such a predicament.

"Get out! You've raised Artoria into this wretched state, what kind of child care do you know! Every time you guys make a mess, I'm the one who cleans up the mess!"

Kai ruthlessly kicked Merlin aside, exposing his friend's true colors.

Then, Kai's face relaxed, and he put on a rather obsequious smile, rubbing his hands together as he stepped forward, full of eagerness.

"I'll handle this kind of thing; my house is quite big."

What is a bad friend? When you fall into a pit, they don't forget to take a few pictures first to leave behind embarrassing history, then try to pull you out, and then take the opportunity to kick your big butt a few times.

Morgan slowly raised his hand, his voice low.

"At the end of the road, the lake's light is dim; its shape is that of a spear, its power is that of thunder..."

"Stop! Stop! Goodbye!"

"Yes, yes, no need to send it!"

Merlin and Kai, sensing the magic power rapidly accumulating above their heads, immediately shrank back, bracing themselves against the arcs of lightning striking from all directions, and fled in panic.

When the chaotic courtyard finally calmed down, Samael, who had regressed to the appearance of a seven or eight-year-old child, poked his head out from his bulky clothes and secretly gave his two ill-intentioned friends the middle finger and rolled his eyes.

Just then, before Samael could finish his sarcastic remark, he suddenly felt his body lighten as a pair of fair arms wrapped around him, lifting him up through his loose clothing and gently pulling him into their embrace.

The ancient serpent raised its head slightly, its gaze falling on the witch's cheeks, which were flushed with an eerie blush, and her eyes, which were flashing with an unreadable meaning. Its heart skipped a beat.

This doesn't feel good.

"Don't be afraid, I will take good care of you during this time..."

Morgan gently stroked the little one's pink cheek, gazing at those striking features. He swallowed hard, calmed himself, and spoke softly.

"Huh? Mother, why are you holding another child? Tch, another one vying for my favor!"

"Does this mean we have a younger brother?"

"So cute, looks just like Father!"

"Who? Who stole my spot again!"

Just then, Bavanshi, Melusin, Bagst, who had been released from the magic workshop, and Mordred, who had skillfully climbed over the wall from outside, all looked at the little guy who seemed vaguely familiar and inexplicably close, and curiously gathered around.

"Cough cough, it's me. My body has encountered a bit of an accident, causing a short-term decline."

Samael coughed lightly, struggled slightly to get up from Morgan's arms, and explained the reason in a childish voice.

"so……"

Morgan made him uneasy, so he decided to run away for a few days to observe the situation before making any decisions.

"Father?! It really is Father! No wonder you look so much like him! Can I hug you?"

"Hmm, so small and cute, can it say 'mama'?"

"Haha, Samael, you've finally met your match! You're so small, it's laughable!"

"Hmm, partner, come here, let me see!"

Suddenly, Samael looked at the waving arms around him and the faces that seemed even more excited and curious, and his body trembled involuntarily.

I think I did something stupid?

Chapter 103 Little Horse Runs Fast (4.4k)

Near Camelot, beside a vacant horse farm.

"Wake up, wake up!"

The shouts blaring in his ears and the waves of dizziness washing over him made Samael suddenly realize what was happening and open his eyes.

As his chaotic consciousness was instantly activated by a chilling sensation, Samael was shocked to find his head being gripped tightly by a pair of armored fingers, which were shaking him up, down, left, and right.

After a series of frantic glances, the unfocused eyes finally regained their focus, revealing a cute little face that had been squeezed out of shape, its facial muscles twitching and its expression dry.

"Mordred, stop shaking..."

"Tch, didn't you say you'd come see my learning progress today?"

Before him stood a rebellious knight clad in silver-white armor, his short ponytail swaying, his eyebrows raised, questioning him with a soft, nasal tone.

"Learning outcomes? What learning outcomes?"

Samael was taken aback and subconsciously asked a question in return.

"Horse riding lesson! It's a horse riding lesson! You rascal!"

Mordred reiterated angrily, unable to resist pinching that little face that looked quite destructive.

"Stop, stop, stop! I remember now! I remember now!"

A familiar dizziness washed over him, and Samael quickly grabbed those unruly hands and called out to the brat who had been hitting him so roughly.

"We agreed that I would sneak you out so you could see how good my riding is. But as soon as we got there, I hadn't even ridden two laps before you sat down on the chair and fell asleep immediately! Is my riding really that uninspiring?"

Mordred reluctantly put down her hands that had been fiddling with the little head, muttered something under her breath, and sat down to the side, complaining with a displeased expression.

You should ask your mom!

Samael rolled his eyes, feeling a pang of sadness as he recalled the past two weeks.

He must have been out of his mind to volunteer to try the drug. If he had known about this side effect, he would never have acted as a guinea pig for the experiment.

Half a month ago, due to the degeneration caused by the magic potion, he, a dignified ancient snake skin that had surrounded the world for thousands of years, shrank to a seven or eight-year-old child who was only 1.2 meters tall.

And so, the unexpected nightmare began.

Here, I must specifically criticize Morgan.

I raised him like a child, and every night I wanted to hold him in my arms and sleep with him.

After all, he's just a kid, right?

To subject a child to such stimulation through a thin layer of clothing, only able to look but not touch, with any transgression forcefully suppressed by Her Majesty the Witch, is a form of torture that would be worse than not experiencing it at all.

What Samael didn't expect was that, starting from the third day of his infantile regression, he urged Morgan to quickly concoct a potion to neutralize the effects of the medicine.

To avoid suffering that kind of erotic torture that is more of a punishment than a benefit.