Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As a result, more than half a month has passed, and the symptoms of childhood regression on my body have not diminished with time; on the contrary, they have worsened.

Although the fairies are known as Grand Poison Masters and their concoctions can even bring down the chief god Cornunos, I am still a dignified super-ranking god. Surely I'm not that weak?

Unexpectedly, one day, Samael went into the kitchen looking for some snacks and happened to see a witch who was supposed to be researching an antidote secretly pouring some suspicious purplish-red potion into the pudding he ate every day.

Moreover, it was two at a time...

Since then, Samael finally understood the real reason why he maintained this miniature form, even though afterwards he insisted on sharing a pot with everyone and refused to eat separately.

But the situation has not improved.

Then one day, because of the delay in serving the food, he went to the kitchen to remind them, and happened to see three fairy knights gathered in front of the stove, patiently applying some kind of magic potion to the tableware.

Hmm, it's purplish-red, and it looks familiar.

In addition, there are three this time, one for each person.

After all, it is a super-level deity, and with its strong poison resistance, it's normal for its drug resistance to increase...

Reasonable, reasonable, reasonable my foot!

Seeing all this, Samael felt deeply saddened and heartbroken, and could only lament.

The child has grown up and become disobedient.

And now, the reason why he has maintained his current physique for the past half month has finally been found.

I reckon that everyone in that courtyard, except him, is a mole.

Helpless, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Samael could only swallow his daily lunchbox, which was mixed with some kind of sentiment, with tears in his eyes.

However, due to their own allure, during the period of early childhood regression, their numbers increase rather than decrease, and some rebellious individuals are putting on a series of acts that they usually want to do but dare not.

Therefore, the real suffering gradually began.

First of all, there's that scumbag woman, Meryl, who's always looking for fun. How could she tolerate seeing the person who used to be so domineering over her turn into a soft and cute one?

So, on a dark and stormy night, this nightmare sneaked into Morgan's bedroom, kidnapped him, dragged him into a dark room, and said that she would teach him some meaningful things during his growth as a caring older sister.

For example, oral movements and fluid exchange...

For example, getting a medical check-up, seeing elephants...

For example, the forging condition of the weapon, and durability testing...

Of course, since the dream demon doesn't have a real physical form, it won't operate the actual game. Whatever you want to experience, you can easily conjure up all sorts of dolls to do it for you.

As a result, Samael, who was abducted, was forced to act in children's films within hours, leaving him with deep psychological trauma related to certain projects.

Fortunately, Morgan, realizing something was wrong, immediately gathered his men and, together with the enraged fairy knights, captured that scumbag woman, Meryl, and successfully rescued the poor child who was still immersed in some erotic dream.

As punishment, the dead nightmare is still stuffed inside the stone statue and locked in a dark room.

But after this experience, a kind older sister unintentionally opened the door to a new world for the girls.

The three fairy knights charged ahead first and gave their respective evaluations of the equipment.

Bagst: "Very delicious..."

Melusine: "It's so soft, and so small, it's so comfortable to hug..."

Bawanshi: "Fun! So much fun!"

Don't get me wrong, with Morgan watching, the little girl's relatively outrageous behavior was nothing more than taking advantage of the lioness's momentary lapse in defense to hold a certain divine cub in her arms and grope it all over—an unusually intimate act.

The poor little horse was crushed by the trucks that ran over it.

Soon, Mordred, who was somewhat slow to realize the situation, and Freya, the well-behaved girl, also joined the game.

Gradually, what started as a clandestine teasing session transformed into an open and blatant celebration.

To hold and play with someone who is usually almost perfect in the hands of a child, like a child, is a desecrative intimacy that is both interesting and attractive.

After all, it's not just humans who enjoy watching gods fall from grace; fairies are no exception—it's a common trait among living beings.

However, after the incident with that scumbag woman, Meryl, Morgan gradually stopped spending his days in the kitchen, and the effects of the drug in Samael's body seemed to be gradually fading.

It was a rare occasion for Samael to play the victim and be teased by these young girls. Under the overwhelming public pressure, he could not resist and had no choice but to let it be.

Anyway, it won't take more than a few days.

However, the girls seem to have realized that there isn't much time left for them to party, so their "blasphemous" actions have become even more rampant recently.

As they matured and their sex drive intensified, Bagst and Melusin began to take his actions beyond simple skin-to-skin contact. Bavanshi, with her strong curiosity and love of trying new experiences, was no less eager to engage in such behavior.

Even that despicable woman Aurora and that magical beast Fou wanted to join in the fun.

In contrast, Mordred, who thinks about fighting every day, is so adorable, straightforward, and reassuring.

Having no other choice, Samael, exhausted both physically and mentally, decided one morning to jump into the carriage that was transporting Mordred and follow her into the palace, hoping to find temporary refuge with Artoria.

However, since he had hitched a ride with Mordred, he naturally agreed to a variety of miscellaneous conditions on the way to appease Mordred and get him to keep the secret for a few more days.

For example, during her equestrian lesson, watch her show off her riding skills and give her a shout-out.

As a result of the recent hardships, Samael crawled under the shade of the shed. As soon as he entered the comfortable environment, he couldn't help but feel tired and sleepy, and soon he fell asleep with his head down.

Such behavior naturally angered Mordred, who was eager to show off and gain her caregiver's approval. After putting on a great performance, she was immediately annoyed by this situation.

After much persuasion and a series of promises to play with the child, Samael finally managed to appease the unruly boy.

Just as the ancient serpent and Mordred were whispering to each other under the shade of the pavilion, accompanied by the tightening of the reins and the rustling of the armor plates, a goddess wearing an exquisite British crown and with her golden hair tied up rode up and looked down at the unfamiliar face that had appeared in the resting place, and asked in a deep voice.

"he is……"

"My good brother! The best partner!"

Mordred turned around, patted his chest, and answered with pride and smugness.

Artoria nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

"I see, Morgan's offspring?"

"Huh? No, he..."

Mordred was taken aback by what he heard, and then realized that his habitual way of addressing the King of Knights had led him to make the wrong judgment. He wanted to correct him, but his hand was pinched hard by Samael next to him.

“Your Majesty, my name is Ouroboros, and I have just arrived from Orkney…”

Samael bowed slightly, raised his hand to his chest in greeting, and casually slipped on his vest without blinking.

Ouroboros, the serpent that eats its own tail, the infinite serpent.

"Living in the End of the World? No wonder I've never seen you before."

Artoria nodded thoughtfully and did not press further, clearly having accepted the explanation.

When did my teacher and caregiver become my brother?

Mordred, standing nearby, noticed the transformation and scratched his head.

However, at Samael's prompting, the rebellious knight who had long cooperated with the ancient serpent tacitly shut up, immediately changed his address to his new name, and acknowledged this novel relationship.

Seeing that Mordred hadn't given himself away, Samael nodded in satisfaction.

Although everyone in my family knew about my childhood regression, even my two best friends, Kai and Merlin, knew it all too well.

But it concerns the potion that weakens divinity, and the plan they were involved in together.

To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, it's best to be cautious about some content.

Besides, he was telling the truth; he never admitted to being Mordred's brother.

Of course, I didn't deny it either...

After a brief pause, Artoria, atop her horse, looked at the lively and adorable little boy before her and casually asked him a question.

"You come here..."

"I heard you were teaching Mordred riding, so I just happened to come and see."

"Yes, she's quite talented and learns very quickly, so there's nothing more I can teach her..."

Upon hearing the Lion King's praise, Mordred's body trembled, and he instinctively raised his shoulders, his joy overflowing.

However, before Mordred could fully savor the afterglow of this joy, Artoria, after a moment's thought, turned her indifferent gaze to Samael.

"Well, it's still early, and there's a gap in my schedule. Would you like to learn?"

"Eh? Is that okay?"

Samael was taken aback and subconsciously asked a question.

Without a word, Artoria reached out, grabbed the boy's unconsciously raised arm, and lifted him onto the horse's back.

"Sit down!"

Immediately, the Lion King tucked the harmless little boy into his arms, spurred his horse, and galloped off into the distant countryside, leaving Mordred stranded on the spot, bewildered in the wind.

Along the way, pure white warhorses neighed and galloped, the scenery on both sides rushed past, and the fierce wind whipped at their cheeks and whistled into their ears.

But Samael, bouncing back and forth on horseback, was naturally unafraid of these things, because the weight on his head inexplicably gave him a sense of security.

A series of intense "brain cushion waves" enveloped the ancient snake's entire head in incredibly elastic softness. As the warhorse advanced in perfect unison, moving up and down slopes, its thoughts became increasingly erratic, as if its soul had left its body and it was stepping on clumps of cotton.

"Don't get distracted!"

As the cold, lingering murmur echoed in his ears, Samael's dazed consciousness snapped back to reality, and he immediately bowed slightly to create some distance, feeling guilty.

"Sit properly! Keep your body centered, back straight, hands firmly on the reins, balls of your feet firmly in the stirrups, push off with equal force from both sides, don't sit too firmly on your buttocks, sway your body with the horse's gait..."

However, before the ancient snake could move to create a gap, it was pulled back into the arms of the solemn Lion King behind it, its head once again buried in that soft embrace.

"We're going uphill. There's an intersection ahead. Remember to pull left when turning left and right when turning right. If you need to stop suddenly, don't be afraid. Just pull the reins tight with both hands at the same time."

The constant admonitions in his ears brought Samael back to his senses. He subconsciously looked up and his gaze fell upon the goddess's radiant profile and the meticulous, serious expression on her beautiful face.

The ancient serpent felt a chill run down its spine and quickly regained its composure. It obediently imitated the beginner and followed the instructions of the Knight King, reviewing the riding skills it had neglected for many years.

After riding for several kilometers, Artoria saw that her new apprentice had already learned quite well, so she simply handed him the reins and sat behind him to supervise.

Even with the rigorous and repetitive training, Samael still enjoyed it and became completely absorbed in learning.

As the sun began to set, Samael, who had perfectly navigated the winding road, decisively pulled back the reins and stopped at the finish line, beautifully completing his training for the day.

On the gentle slope, the warhorse, tethered to one side, panted heavily as it buried its head in the tender, juicy grass.

Samael followed in Artoria's footsteps, standing on a high place and gazing into the distance.

The setting sun, half-sunk below the horizon, casts its magnificent colors, illuminating the pure white city of Camelot, which appears as a heavenly gate, a temple of the gods, open to the world.

Artoria, bathed in light, was like a goddess who built and defended this palace.

Everything is like the setting sun.

Beautiful but fleeting...

At this moment, light and darkness intertwine, creating the most magnificent colors of the day.

But as the last ray of sunlight sinks below the horizon, an even deeper darkness will follow.

Samael looked at his fingers and palms, which were throbbing and cracking with a dull ache, and fell into a long silence.

Night is coming.

Chapter 104 The Eagle Flag Falls, Winter is Coming (5.3k)

As dusk fell, Artoria, returning from outside the city, rode astride her white warhorse, carrying her new student, Ouroboros, slowly along the streets.

Mordred, riding alone at the back, looked at the spot that should have been his, now occupied by someone else, his lips pursed, his face full of displeasure.

Feeling the piercing stare from behind, Samael cast a helpless glance at him apologetically.

Then, the little head moved back a few inches and continued to explore the depth of the valley.

The softness on both sides and ample weight provide an unprecedented sense of security.

In this tranquil place far from the hustle and bustle, Samael's mind seemed exceptionally clear and sharp, and his perception of the surrounding road conditions was particularly acute.

After all, any bumps and undulations can be transmitted to the rider's body through the horse's hooves, and imprinted into Samael's mind through the amplitude of the swing of a couple of falling objects.

A journey you can enjoy, leisurely and comfortable.

Bored, Samael looked around and admired the local customs and culture along the way in Camelot.

Since the festival of Samhain, which symbolizes the New Year, has just ended, the festive atmosphere has not yet faded. As night falls, stalls selling fruits, pastries, toys, and ornaments are everywhere in the streets and alleys.