Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Morgan paused upon hearing this, her pale, thin lips pressed tightly together, then she turned her head and looked out the window in a daze.

The witch, once abandoned by her country and people, has ended up with followers willing to walk alongside her...

After a brief silence, Morgan came to his senses, looked around the seemingly empty hall, and changed the subject, asking a question.

"By the way, where are Bagst and Melusin?"

"They..."

Mordred paused for a long time, his eyes flashing.

"They're great! They'll be there soon!"

At that moment, Bavanshi, nestled in Morgan's arms, raised her head, blinked her gray eyes, exchanged a glance with Mordred, and casually added.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Mordred nodded hastily, and the two sworn enemies, who always bickered whenever they met, showed a rare tacit understanding.

But Morgan's gaze gradually became more scrutinizing, making the two of them feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Mother, you're awake!"

Just as the atmosphere in the main hall was beginning to freeze, two figures, one tall and one short, rushed into the room with hurried and heavy footsteps on the porch, their faces filled with anxiety and surprise.

However, as Melusin and Bagst stood before the bed, steadying themselves, a strong smell of blood wafted towards them.

Meanwhile, the two fairy knights were fully armed, their fine knight armor, inlaid with spells, now covered with scratches from swords and spears.

The gaps and grooves in the armor were filled with blackened bloodstains and mud, and streaks of bright red blood were sliding down the blades of Bagst and Melusin's swords.

Moreover, as they spoke, their chests heaved, and their faces, marked with several cuts, showed signs of exhaustion.

Clearly, they had just gone through a fierce battle.

Melusine took several deep breaths, stepped forward, and spoke softly.

"It's good that you're awake! We should go now!"

Upon hearing this, Mordred and Bavanshi were shocked and furious, their eyes filled with murderous intent. They then looked at Morgan on the bed, biting their cherry lips, but were helpless.

In fact, as Morgan fell into a coma, the light band of the Tower of the End went out, and the god's weakness could no longer be concealed and was already fully exposed.

When lions grow old and lose the sharp teeth and claws that once deterred wolves, they can no longer suppress the ambitions that grow wildly like weeds on this land.

In just over a month, Britain was once again engulfed in war. Because they had failed to eliminate the threat completely, this time the enemy came not only the remnants of the Knights of the Round Table who had rebelled, but also the fairies from the Nameless Forest who were dissatisfied with the control and existence tax.

Within Camelot, as the light faded and the environment worsened, the Knights of the Righteousness and the Knights of the Round Table began to waver.

Today, all of Britain is condemning this king who brought calamity and overthrew the nation.

They were already surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Without the support of divine power, a mere few people were utterly unable to withstand this surging madness.

The queen, seemingly oblivious to the crisis, quietly gazed out the window and murmured to herself.

"Five more days..."

five days?

The mention of time again made Mordred realize, in a daze, a certain answer.

Yes, there are only five days left until this year's Samhain...

"Help me up, I want to go see..."

The Queen smiled and beckoned to the knights before her bed. Her once sullen and frosty eyes now held a hint of girlish anticipation and brightness.

Similarly, it is an unquestionable divine will.

Chapter 132 A Belated Date (4.8k)

On Avalon Island, Samael stood by the lake, silently gazing at Britain shrouded in mist. His eyes, which had been opening and closing, looked at the sliver of light breaking through the clouds, and he let out a long sigh, slowly relaxing his clenched fingers.

It has been more than a month since the holy light of the Tower of the End was extinguished.

As an ancient king with rich experience in governance, he knew very well the character of those short-sighted nobles.

Morgan's oppressive rule essentially offended the entire class that controlled mysterious powers.

During this time, although Samael did not leave the island, he was able to sense some of the turmoil in Britain almost every day through his extraordinary eyesight.

A glimpse into the whole picture reveals the true nature of the leopard; this is still Cornwall, the stronghold where Camelot first started.

One can imagine what the rest of the region would look like.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents.

Those nobles who were exploited were never just submissive little rabbits.

It's easy to imagine that once those rats in the gutter discover how weak the queen atop the tower is, they will surely swarm in.

However, even with his keen insight, Samael still didn't take that step.

Because this is their promise to each other...

Fortunately, the long night finally passed, Camelot was once again clear of the storm, and everything finally calmed down.

As the cold wind carrying frost blew from the lake, Samael spread out his hands to catch the tiny ice crystals that had condensed in the air, quietly watching them slowly melt in his palm.

As a few drops of crystal-clear water flowed smoothly through his palm, the cool sensation on his skin made the ancient snake momentarily dazed. He turned to look at the marks engraved on the walls of the simple stone chamber and was startled.

If you look at the timeline, tomorrow is Samhain...

I wonder if this year's letters were delayed or delivered on time.

But what good will it do once it's delivered?

Given Morgan's temperament, she was destined not to reply.

Forget it, I should think about what gifts to give those little troublemakers next year.

They've really had a tough time over the past ten years.

Thinking of this, Samair suddenly slapped his forehead, turned around and walked towards the stone chamber. He first opened the magic circle diagram, rummaged through the packaging, and then unconsciously bent down and sat down at the long table, picking up his pen and thinking seriously.

Time often slips away like sand through your fingers when you're focused on something.

Soon, the sun set in the west and the moon rose in the east, the pale moon hanging high in the night sky, casting its cold, frost-like light upon Avalon Island.

As the heavy dew condensed and slid down from the damp morning mist, the humid air caused the originally dry letter paper to curl at the edges.

Before we knew it, night had ended and dawn had broken.

Having finished, Samael casually channeled his magic to dry the damp air around him, then sealed the folded letter, stood up, stretched, and habitually gazed towards Britain.

However, the man's slightly dilated vertical pupils contracted sharply.

Because, the light on the shore, at some point, went out once again.

Just as Samael was feeling increasingly anxious, the fog that had been covering the lake surged, and a blurry human figure came into view. He instinctively clenched his fists, and his breathing became tense.

As that beautiful figure in a lion-mane helmet and full military attire crossed the water and stepped onto the isolated island, Samael's heart unconsciously slowed down a few beats.

"Morgan?"

Samael muttered unconsciously and started to move forward.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The Queen removed her helmet, revealing a bright smile. Her fingers, hanging down, naturally took Samael's arm, and they walked together into the stone chamber.

"It's a pleasure to see you again. I toast you..."

The Queen's gaze fell upon the gold-carved wine jug, and she bent down and raised her hand to fill each of them with a cup of amber-colored nectar.

Samael's eyes flickered, he lowered his eyelids, took the glass, and clinked glasses with Morgan to drink together.

After a few drinks, as the heat flowed into my stomach, a light, slightly tipsy feeling and a bit of heat rose up.

Ding dong…

The golden goblet slipped from the Queen's fingers and fell onto the table. A pair of slender arms pressed against the table, and the figure that stepped forward squeezed Samael into the corner of the table. As she murmured, she poured a hot breath into the man's ear.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long..."

At the same time, her beautiful face, flushed with a slight blush, drew closer inch by inch, her gaze becoming increasingly unfocused, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the air between them.

However, that raised index finger was placed in front of the lips that were getting closer and closer to her cheek.

"I think I should do it myself..."

Samael smiled slightly, grabbed the Queen's slender shoulder with one hand and put his arm around her slim waist with the other, taking the initiative and squeezing the beautiful figure in front of him to the corner of the table, his eyes overflowing with domineering and firmness.

"Now, close your eyes..."

With a bold and aggressive approach, his handsome thin lips drew closer and closer to the queen's forehead.

From conqueror to conquered, the queen's face flushed even more, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, waiting for this long-awaited kiss.

Wow!

However, accompanied by a sudden splash, the icy lake water drawn from the lake surface pelted down on the shy queen, drenching her completely.

A low, cold snort then echoed in the Queen's ears.

"You're sober now? Shouldn't you be leaving...Merry?"

"what?"

Amid the Queen's bewildered and confused gaze, the ancient serpent casually tossed his wine glass onto the table, his eyes filled with a chilling and disdainful look.

"Morgan won't come in and ask me to drink as soon as he walks in. Next time, remember to control your drinking habit first."

Alcoholics, alcoholics, they'd rather die than not have a few drinks.

Realizing her oversight, Mary slapped her head in annoyance, then shook off the sticky lake water from her body and looked at the man in front of her with a rather resentful expression.

"What are you doing? I just saw you were so lonely and came to comfort your wounded heart. Even if you don't appreciate it, there's no need to be so cold."

"Come on, ever since you found out I have some rare vintage wine, you've been trying to find ways to come here and freeload."

Samael scoffed at this so-called "concern".

This is less about showing concern and more about teasing someone for fun.

This woman is always like this, especially when it comes to toys she can't have.

Expecting a wicked fairy like Meryl to change her ways is simply wishful thinking.

"Tch, boring..."

Seeing that today's fun activities had failed again, Mary was immediately disheartened. She waved her hand, got up, and left.

As he was about to leave, the nightmare turned back to look at the letter spread out on the table. His gloom vanished, and he asked in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, you've been writing this letter for ten years now. How much longer will you continue writing?"

He buried himself in cleaning the table, coldly observing Pei Xiangmei, and spoke indifferently, retorting with a sarcastic remark.

"If you don't stay here, won't you lose your fun?"

The nightmare nodded, her smile unchanged, but the corners of her lips curled up, revealing a hint of irony in her meaningful sigh.

"That's right. A tall tower and an isolated island, two cages, two male and female protagonists who have drawn their own lines and willingly bound each other. No matter how you look at this performance, it's very interesting."

Samael paid no attention to this. Instead, he picked up a wine glass, twirled it between his fingers, turned to look at the smiling nightmare on the threshold, and murmured to himself.

"Take my advice, drink less alcohol, and especially stop coming here to freeload."

Meryl waved with a grin, clearly not taking it to heart. Then, she waved again with a smile, her body gradually fading into nothingness in the mist.

"Friendly reminder: I saw on the way here that you seem to have a new customer, so I won't disturb you any longer."

What kind of guests could I possibly have?

Just as Samael shook his head, somewhat dismissive, the mist on the lake suddenly surged, and the sound of splashing water accompanied by ripples came from the lake.

The ancient serpent suddenly raised its head and stepped out of the stone chamber. As it looked down, a small boat with several figures standing on it was sailing from the opposite bank.

A blue flag with the iconic dragon and lion emblem flutters at the bow of the ship.

The two respectively represent the bloodline of the red dragon and the king with the majesty of the lion.

The wine vessel he was about to wash slipped from Samael's fingers and fell to the ground without him noticing. The ancient serpent looked up, staring blankly at the approaching small boat.