Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

She seemed to miss the days when she crawled under tables in the Grand Cathedral and the Witch's House.

Samael coughed to avoid that fiery and seductive gaze, feeling a little guilty.

To be honest, he already regretted getting involved with Aurora.

Fairies lack a sense of morality and shame, and some of the more despicable ones are definitely "bitches," with the Wind Clan Chief being a prime example.

The demonic contract he had inscribed on her body certainly made Aurora much more obedient.

But the country is easy to change, and the nature is hard to change.

Driven by a fairy's intense competitive spirit, the more Morgan seems to care, the more excited and eager Aurora will become to steal him.

Moreover, not to mention anything else, when Morgan entered the Magic Workshop to research potions, that lecherous dragon Melusin did quite a bit of poaching.

Furthermore, after he experienced childhood regression, Bagst, Freya, and even Bavanshi, a staunch Morgan supporter, all wanted to target him, both openly and secretly.

A very enthusiastic Mary even took Morgan away right under his nose and played a game of imprisonment with him.

Therefore, keeping these demons was, in fact, tantamount to inviting wolves into the house for Morgan.

I'm afraid she'll be busy building walls every day from now on.

"Gentlemen, would you like me to hold the door open for you so you can have a good chat, do some things you enjoy, and then head out?"

Just as Samael was lost in thought, a mischievous white-haired woman poked her head out of the window, her face full of amusement.

Morgan and Samael's gazes met as they looked forward, their expressions radiating an unspoken, malevolent aura.

That woman, Meryl, is itching for a beating as soon as she's been released.

However, before the two could work together to subdue the white-haired succubus before them, the glowing Ogan Tree rune on the table and the subtle magical fluctuations emanating from the outside world immediately made them suppress their distracting thoughts and temporarily abandon their pursuit of Meryl. Instead, they exchanged solemn glances and nodded.

It's almost time.

Chapter 106 The Lion King's Trap (4.2k)

Camelot, the royal palace.

Samael, who rushed to the scene, looked at the situation before him and fell into deep thought.

"So, what are you doing?"

"Barbecue!"

Merlin answered as a matter of course, and with a smile, he stuffed a chicken wing into his friend's hand, dragged Samael to sit down, licked his slightly dry lips, and picked up an empty glass as a gesture.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it'll get cold if you don't come soon. Also, I've been craving the good wine you've been hiding for a long time."

Samael took a deep breath, veins bulging on his forehead, a sinister look appearing on his distorted face as he searched around.

"Where's my sword?"

"In your hands..."

Mary nudged the man's back, offering a well-intentioned reminder, but her face was full of schadenfreude and a wicked sense of amusement.

"Oh right, don't move! I promise I won't kill you!"

The ancient serpent, nearly driven mad with rage, gritted its teeth and drew its holy sword, intending to take seventeen or eighteen pieces from the grinning old swindler who had come close to it.

"Samael, Samael, it can't be that bad, it can't be that bad!"

Upon seeing this, Kai quickly embraced the fierce-looking Holy Swordsman who was gripping his sword and about to strike, and hurriedly tried to calm him down and explain.

"We are making preparations. Once we have enough supplies, we can immediately host a banquet for our king!"

"Are you sure you can fool Artoria by openly engaging in underhanded tactics in front of the gods? Besides, the potion takes time to take effect! Are you all going to stay here and play Werewolf? Or are you waiting for the King of Knights to realize something is wrong, smash the cup as a signal, and mobilize the entire Knights of the Round Table to come to the king's aid?"

Anyone who used their brain, even just a little, and did it discreetly, wouldn't have come up with such a terrible idea, right?

Samael was speechless when he heard Merlin and Kai's concise and bold strategy.

He's the kind of person who likes to think three steps ahead before taking any action. Even if he's going to trick that Knight King, he'll at least leave himself a way out so he can clean up the mess.

"Why don't you mix this into the mashed potatoes? I guarantee Artoria won't taste anything wrong with it!"

Merlin's eyes darted around, and he raised his hand to make the suggestion, a malicious smirk appearing on his face.

He understood what the other side meant: to distance themselves and frame him, so that it would be easier to clean up the mess later. Mashed potatoes were Gawain's signature dish, and he had been plagued by this gorilla for so many years. It was a good opportunity to pin the blame on him.

"The idea is good, but the key is that Artoria doesn't eat this dish anymore."

Kai spread his hands, offering a reluctant reminder, his expression surprisingly regretful.

Morgan's lips twitched slightly; he really wanted to say something.

Even if you don't respect Gawain, you should at least respect her status as her godmother.

Sure enough, beneath the "nice guy" persona lies a cunning and sharp-tongued nature, especially when it comes to his sister Artoria, where this latent trait becomes particularly apparent.

Samael rolled his eyes and muttered to himself.

After all, a guy who can get mixed up with that old bastard Merlin and clean up his messes isn't exactly a saint.

"That's true. If your tastes become too picky, it'll be a problem."

Merlin, engrossed in his conversation with his best friend, rubbed his chin, looking troubled.

At the same time, Kai glanced at the delicious food he had painstakingly prepared on the stone table and felt even more reluctant to leave.

"Besides, wouldn't it be a shame to waste such good ingredients?"

"I've got it! I've got a great idea!"

At that moment, a glint of light flashed in Merlin's eyes, and he clenched his right fist and slammed it into his left palm, his face beaming with excitement.

Samael looked at Merlin with suspicion.

"Really?"

"Trust me, with my years of experience, I guarantee this method will definitely work!"

The white-haired succubus patted its chest and assured him with absolute certainty, leaving only half of what it said, making it seem unfathomable.

Out of respect for this great sage and for his ally, Samael had no choice but to prepare with some skepticism.

Two hours later, beside the path leading to the government hall.

"This is the good idea you were talking about?"

Samael, crouching in the grass, stared at the undisguised feast laid out under the tree, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"That's right! This is the route Artoria takes to and from get off work every day. Seeing so much delicious food in front of her, in my experience, she'll definitely eat it all."

Anyway, the potion has already been mixed in. As long as we hide well and don't make a sound, we can make our move after the potion takes effect and we can definitely disclaim all responsibility without anyone noticing! Hmm, plan in place!

"Damn you, plunger! Food of unknown origin displayed outside looks suspicious no matter how you look at it!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Samael grabbed Merlin by the neck with both hands and shook him back and forth, wishing he could just humanely destroy this old bastard who was either truly stupid or pretending to be crazy.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die! Stop! Stop! Let me explain!"

Merlin rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, looking like he was about to die, and quickly tried to explain.

"Ahem, not wasting food is one of Artoria's core beliefs. She can even eat Gawain's devastating mashed potatoes. With so much delicious food left out overnight, it's a waste. She has no reason to let it go! You have to believe me!"

"That makes a lot of sense..."

Morgan recalled the sister's bad habit of coming over for meals every day and nodded.

But Kai, who was full of doubt, couldn't help but continue to complain.

"Wait a minute, these things are still very suspicious!"

"It's alright. Anyone who can freely enter and leave the palace and leaves this food outside must at least be a Knight of the Round Table. How could there be any problem with food left behind by the Round Table, right?"

Merlin, half-paralyzed like a dead duck, came up with a reason, dragging along his fellow troublemaker, and begged him to rescue him from someone's clutches.

"Hmm, that seems to make sense too..."

Kai seemed to be persuaded and agreed with this statement, so he reluctantly helped.

"But something's still not right. This is too blatant, isn't it?"

At the same time, a strong sense of suspicion welled up in Samael's mind, and his narrowed vertical pupils scrutinized the man in front of him.

"Tell me honestly, you're not trying to back out at the last minute, or you're conspiring to frame me, are you? What idiot would be stupid enough to taste food of unknown origin?!"

"Stop! It's coming!"

Just as Samael was about to continue his "deep exchange of feelings" with Merlin, the old nightmare spotted a figure leaping across the grove and onto the stone platform. He immediately broke free of his restraints and his face lit up with ecstasy.

"What did I say? Artoria took the bait..."

"Fu...Fu?"

But as Merlin was smugly boasting, the figure on the plate, small and shaped like a puppy, rummaging around, suddenly made the old dream demon pause in surprise.

Well, at least the sound source is quite compatible. This is just... a beast-like Lion King?

Sama stroked his chin, silently grumbling to himself.

The hungry white-furred beast stared wide-eyed, like amethyst crystals, at the food laid out around it. Its eyes fell on a plate of medium-rare pork chops still oozing with slightly reddish juices, and it gritted its teeth, letting out a low growl of interest.

hum!

boom!

Snapped!

However, just as the white-furred little beast opened its mouth to eat, accompanied by the trembling of ether, a flying magic wand, wrapped in pink petals, struck the victim on the back of the head without warning.

Immediately, several purple-red ropes woven with magic bound the poor, unconscious little guy into a ball shape, layer upon layer.

Immediately afterwards, Merlin, who was pretending to be taking a walk, dragged the mighty Beast of Calamity into the bushes without saying a word.

"Ahem, it was an accident. My upbringing wasn't strict enough. Please forgive me."

The unscrupulous owner, with a stiff smile on his face, tried his best to excuse himself.

"You're not kidding us, are you?"

Morgan snorted and berated, and couldn't help but want to launch a verbal attack on that unreliable old man on the spot.

However, before the witch could begin her denunciation, Merlin, watching his shadow gradually lengthen in the distance, couldn't help but feel overjoyed once again.

"Wait, here it comes again!"

"Tch, this kind of trap that's so obvious can only fool idiots!"

Morgan glanced at Cathy Parlug, who was bound like a ball, and retorted sarcastically.

"these things……"

The next moment, seemingly searching for the lost pet, he stepped forward, looked at the food laid out, and fell into deep thought.

Morgan peered through the grass at the iconic ponytail and the familiar facial contours, her expression instantly freezing, her eyelids twitching, and she involuntarily held her breath.

"...It smells so good! It looks delicious. I'll sneak a little bit; hopefully no one will know, right?"

Mordred twitched its nostrils, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then approached the stone platform with a big smile, extending its paws, ready to feast.

hum!

boom!

Snapped!

After a familiar monosyllabic thud, another unconscious victim was bound like a dumpling and dragged into the bushes.

Samael glanced at Mordred on the ground and muttered weakly.

Well, Merlin's trap is effective. At least the face shape is the same, so it seems he didn't catch the wrong one. It's like the Lion King in his cub stage.

"Where were we?"

The witch, who was an educator, seemed confused and turned to look at Merlin.

That restrained kindness made Merlin instantly realize that it was time for him to lose his memory.

"When it comes to scams like this, only a fool would fall for it..."

However, a soft voice came over, and the nobleman, who always brings up the most sensitive topics, glanced at the unconscious man and beast on the ground, crossed his arms, raised his head, and had a rather triumphant and smug look on his face.

"I knew it! How could my Artoria be fooled by such a simple trick..."