Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The goddess looked down from her high position, her eyes, which faintly flickered with golden-green flames, gazing down at the iron-walled knight.

"Agravan, what do you have to say for this late-night audience?"

"Seeing you well, I have nothing more to say..."

Agguiwen lowered his head and murmured softly.

Such a straightforward answer left the Knights of the Round Table momentarily stunned.

"In that case, what should we do on this trip?"

"Anyone who breaks into the palace at night will be executed on the spot!"

The Iron Wall Knight's voice remained completely calm.

"very good……"

The Lion King nodded slightly, slowly raised his hand, and amidst the rapidly shrinking pupils of the crowd, the spiraling etheric factors compressed into a golden-white ball of light between the goddess's fingers, which then suddenly shot out.

"boom!"

Standing tall before the steps, without flinching or dodging, Agguiwen was instantly blasted a hundred meters away like a cannonball.

The figure only stopped its momentum after crashing through seven or eight walls, then fell heavily and was buried in the rubble.

After a brief silence, a wretched wounded man, his armor shattered and his body covered in blood, struggled to his feet from the rubble, vomiting a mouthful of foul blood. He remained kneeling, whispering hoarsely.

"Thank you... for your pardon, Your Majesty..."

"You took that hit yourself."

The goddess responded calmly, merely stating a fact.

"Take him away, it won't be so easy next time."

"As ordered!"

As the elder brother, Gawain nodded and accepted the order. He then grabbed Agguiwen, who had been punished, and carried him out of the palace.

For the injured, the methods were hardly gentle.

The Sun Knight's face was also furrowed and expressionless.

Clearly, Gao Wen also had many grievances against his reclusive and eccentric younger brother.

However, this level of restraint only meant that Agguiven, known as "Iron Wall," had to stay in bed for a few more days.

It won't be long before they see that annoying face again.

Having punished the Iron Wall Knight who had tried to force his way in, the goddess lowered her fingers and turned to look at the other two criminals beside her.

"As for the two of you, since you don't want to leave yet, then you'll take over the night watch at the gate this month in place of the Knights of the Righteousness."

Merlin and Kai exchanged a glance, nodded with bitter expressions, and had no choice but to accept the verdict.

This isn't the first time that old swindler has made a mess. We could have just turned a blind eye and let him escape, drawing Wang's hatred away on his own. Why did he have to keep harping on it?

Now that's settled, no one can escape, so why bother?

The Knights of the Round Table glanced at Agravan being carried away behind them, and at Kay and Merlin, who looked as if they had lost their parents, and shook their heads helplessly.

Immediately, the Lion King's indifferent gaze swept over the group of knights.

"If there's nothing else, you may leave now; I'm getting tired."

"As ordered..."

Having learned from Agravan's example, the knights nodded in agreement and led their teams away one after another to quell the aftermath and avoid unnecessary trouble.

After all, this king is becoming increasingly cold and unapproachable.

"That's enough, the person is gone..."

As the last figure disappeared from sight, the goddess spoke softly.

Kai and Merlin, who had been standing guard at the gate, wearing armor, wearing sour faces, and holding their weapons, suddenly deflated like punctured balloons.

Under the cold wind, the sticky sweat on their backs froze their soaked clothes into a hard lump, clinging to their skin and sending a chill through them.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm his chaotic thoughts, Kai looked at the figure in front of the door with a strange expression and tentatively asked.

"Morgan?"

"if not?"

"It really is you. I didn't expect you to come out and help."

"So, should I, the witch, just sit here and wait to die, watching these people break down the door and throw Britain into chaos?"

The "goddess" in front of the door gave a cold snort, casually took off her golden crown, and threw it into Kai's arms. Her loose golden hair turned into bright silver in a slight twist.

Looking at the face that was exactly the same as in his memory, Kai couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, a hint of embarrassment appearing on his face.

Merlin's eyes darted around, taking in the "goddess" before him. He couldn't help but marvel at her, seizing upon the few merits he had noticed in Morgan and showering her with compliments, trying to smooth things over for his friend who had spoken out of turn.

"So alike! I never imagined you had such profound insights into Artoria's words, actions, and character..."

"Of course, after all, the one who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy."

Morgan crossed his arms and responded casually.

Merlin coughed repeatedly at those sharp words and had to change the subject.

"By the way, those two little ones, are they still asleep?"

"Yes, I'm sleeping soundly."

Having watched the whole show from the shadows, Mary cast a spell on Mordred and Cathy Palug, who were fast asleep on the ground beside her, and walked out with a smile and a happy expression.

At the same time, with the three people as nodes, the surrounding space rippled like water, and the scenery distorted and changed accordingly.

As the "water ripples" receded, the once intact palace revealed a huge through-hole at the top, and the furnishings inside were in complete disarray.

This is the true appearance of the palace. The impact of the divine power is so great that even with their best efforts to resist it, they cannot completely eliminate it.

However, the illusion created by the three—a great fairy from Paradise, a great druid sage, and a Britannian witch blessed by the mysteries of nature—was so powerful that even the Lion King himself would likely find it difficult to see through it in a short time, let alone the Knights of the Round Table.

These were more than enough to deal with the Knights of the Round Table who were trying to investigate.

Of course, without Morgan's intervention, the situation would have been much more complicated.

But illusion is still illusion; it cannot remain a perfect illusion forever.

"What's next?"

After a moment of silence, Kai glanced back at the dilapidated house, frowned, and asked.

"Let's try to stall for time first, and then wait patiently..."

Morgan paused, then looked up and gazed intently at the flickering cocoon of light behind him, his eyes revealing a mixture of gentleness and determination.

"After all, what he needs most right now is probably time..."

Meanwhile, there was a nameless place covered in lush green grass.

The clear sky is a vast expanse of blue, and under the warm sunlight, a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of earth blows softly, causing the lush green grass and trees to undulate like waves.

rustling...rustling...

With a soft rustling in the grass, a petite figure with blonde hair and green eyes yawned and lazily got up. A blade of grass still clung to one side of her dazed and innocent face, making her look even more adorable and pure.

The wind picked up, and the blonde girl raised her hand to hold down her blue bowler hat, which was about to be blown away, and stood there blankly looking around.

Suddenly, those pure, emerald-green eyes were drawn to a stone platform revealed by the wind blowing through the grass.

The stone platform is very ancient, and it is engraved with some very beautiful patterns.

In the central recess, a uniquely shaped cane stands quietly, gleaming in the sunlight.

That heartfelt call gradually dispelled the confusion in the blonde girl's eyes.

She roughly understood why she was there.

At the same time, a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar came into my mind and gradually became clear.

Artoria Caster, the chosen one who pulls out the Staff of Choice to save the world.

Chapter 108 Too Many Scammers, Not Enough Fools (4.5k)

On the southern edge of Cornwall, at the edge of the Nameless Forest, in the faint mist, a blonde girl wearing a blue bowler hat and carrying a strange cane squatted in front of a stall displaying odds and ends, staring at a middle-aged human who approached her.

"Little girl, have pity on me, I haven't eaten for three days and three nights."

"But, uncle, your complexion looks rosy and you're in great shape."

Faced with this loudly provocative display of misery, the blonde girl blinked, scratched her head, and asked a question.

"It's all just appearances. In fact, I was attacked by the Tooth Clan yesterday while searching for food. I almost lost my life and was seriously injured. You'll see if you don't believe me."

The middle-aged man slightly pulled up his trouser leg, revealing a centipede-shaped scar on his leg, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"But this looks like an old wound. The wound has already scabbed over. Moreover, the Fang Clan uses biting, and this mark looks like a cut from a farm tool? It must have been there a long time ago, right?"

The girl poked at the hard scab on it, a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Yes, when I was little, I was disobedient and insisted on going to pick berries all by myself with a freshly sharpened sickle. I never expected..."

The middle-aged man smacked his lips, his thoughts surging, and he sat cross-legged on the ground, recounting past events as if chatting about everyday life.

But as his gaze fell upon the small face that was propping up her chin and listening with great interest, the middle-aged man realized his slip of the tongue, and immediately his gaze wandered and he coughed repeatedly.

"Cough cough... appearances, these are all appearances! You are too young to understand. The Fang Clan member on the other side is a master. I fought him for three hundred rounds."

"Really? You're so amazing, uncle! Could you tell me about that battle?"

"It's a long story, I...he...that thing..."

Facing the innocent girl who had no doubts and whose face showed a hint of admiration and curiosity, the middle-aged man was eager to recount his heroic deeds from the previous night.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, the lack of vocabulary and pale memories in his mind extinguished his burning passion. At the same time, the man suddenly realized that he seemed to have gone off-topic again.

"Ahem, no, that's not the point! Although I successfully repelled him, I'm already suffering from internal injuries and don't have much time left. I just want to have a full meal before I die. Young lady, you're so kind, you'll surely grant such a humble request from a dying man, won't you?"

"But I only have one pancake. If I give it to you, the teacher won't have anything to eat, and I'm so hungry too."

Faced with the renewed sorrow on the man's face, the blonde girl wavered slightly. She took out a few pieces of the wheat cake from her bosom, hesitated for a moment, then withdrew her hand. With a similarly distressed expression, she rubbed her rumbling stomach and pitifully recounted her situation.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he collapsed to the ground, one hand pressed against his chest, the other limply reaching out towards the little girl in front of him.

"Ah, no, no, my internal injuries have flared up again. My heart hurts so much, I'm dizzy... dizzy... It seems I'm running out of time..."

"Uncle, the place you pressed seems to be on the right side."

"Oh, sorry, is it okay now? It doesn't matter if I die, but I have a child, he's so young, how can he live here alone?"

The blonde girl pointed to her heart, and the middle-aged man responded politely, respectfully shifting his hand to the other side, and continued to weep with a sorrowful expression.

“You’re right, children do need their parents’ care, but…”

Under the relentless onslaught from the other side, the blonde girl hesitated for a while before finally taking out her own pancake and reluctantly handing it over.

Finally, finally I succeeded!

The man was overjoyed and couldn't wait to reach out and grab the fruits of his labor.

"Snapped!"

However, a sudden, crisp sound came from behind the blonde girl's head. As the thin mist in the forest swirled, a figure holding a gold and blue sheathed longsword, wearing a blue and white trench coat, and with a hood pulled up, appeared behind the little girl.

At the same time, the uninvited guest who arrived at the scene picked up the girl with one hand as if she were a chick, and his vertical pupils, which looked down at her, exuded a hint of coldness.

"Will you leave on your own, or should I ask you to leave?"

The middle-aged man suddenly trembled for no reason, hurriedly turned around, and scrambled away from the gaze's sight.

"Uncle, your wheat cake..."

The blonde girl raised the food in her hand and couldn't help but subconsciously remind her.

However, the middle-aged man's head and body stiffened for a moment, then he ran even faster without looking back, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving people in awe of the "dying man's" astonishing vitality.

"What uncle? He's a scammer. He's obviously trying to fool you. Can't you see that?"

Upon hearing this, the uninvited guest's lips twitched, and he raised his hand again to give the blonde girl a sharp rap on the head.

"I know……"