Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I've recently tried making some new dishes to suit your taste. Would you like to come over and give me a try?"

"I would like to..."

"The scenery here is beautiful. Would you like to watch the sunrise and sunset at the Garden of Avalon with me?"

"I would like to..."

"I heard that you live in Orkney, which is quite nice. Would you like to travel with me to the Land of the End?"

"I would like to..."

"Would you like to spend your life with me, living a life that belongs only to us?"

"I would like to..."

...............

I'm willing to do anything.

However, I have already pledged myself to the country, and it is difficult for me to pledge myself to you.

We are, one, a queen who will lead Britain to prosperity, and the other, an enemy who will destroy this era.

Just as you will not abandon your mission, I will not abandon my homeland and my people.

As long as we each have our pride, we are destined to go our separate ways and drift further apart.

But the road will eventually come to an end, and at the end of the journey, I will be waiting for you.

So, for this Samhain festival, my beloved knight...

Your queen has come to keep your appointment.

Samael was struck dumb, and sheets of paper filled with writing slipped from his fingers, scattering like snowflakes all over the elaborately dressed queen on the flower-covered bed.

Only now did he truly understand what Mordred meant by "keeping the appointment" when he arrived on the island.

He finally understood why Morgan had a smile on his face even as he approached the end.

It turns out that some things have never changed from beginning to end.

Finally, Samael could no longer hold back, and an overwhelming wave of emotion welled up in his eyes.

Mordred looked towards the cabin, staring blankly at the damp scraps of paper on the floor.

The man cried...

"What else did Morgan say...?"

The subdued and somber question brought Mordred back to her senses, who had been somewhat dazed.

The knight girl pursed her lips, took the ancient, sheathed longsword from Habertrot, whose ears drooped and who looked listless, and stepped forward to complete her final request.

"Besides the Holy Lance, my mother asked me to give you this as well..."

The Caliburn sword, a symbol of certain victory, is also the sword of the King, representing the authority of Britain.

On the night before the Lion King Artoria was about to depart for Avalon, she entrusted this item to Morgan for safekeeping.

Morgan then gifted it to his guardian knight.

Mordred slowly raised her head, and together with the fairy knights behind her, they pounded their chests in salute to the man before her.

“My mother said, Britain is yours now…”

My knight, my husband, the fate of Britain is in your hands.

From now on, do whatever you want.

Chapter 134 I've Never Lost at Lying

Sama raised his hand and took the sword, lightly wiping its edge with his fingertips. He stood silently in the sunlight for a long time, gazing intently at the sacred relic that bore witness to the rise and fall of Britain.

Before I knew it, a torrent of thoughts surfaced in my mind.

Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, chooses to endure and persevere; Gawain, the Sun Knight, chooses loyalty and integrity; Tristan, the sorrowful knight with kindness and sensibility; Agravure, the iron-willed knight who lays down his schemes and past; Galahad, the Grail Knight who embraces sacrifice and dedication…

The solitary goddess burdened with the weight of her nation, Artoria Pendragon, the Lion King…

And, despite having some suspicions, he continued to believe in his foolish disciple, Artoria Caster…

Similarly, the Scourge Knights, born for destruction, were tamed by the Guardians...

In the end, the queen, abandoned by the nation and its people, never abandoned them...

Britain's past unfolds page by page, revealing names and figures, each one a familiar face to the sword.

Past events flooded his mind like a tide. Samael's gaze fell, finally settling on the sleeping face on the flower-covered bed. The corners of her tightly pressed lips unconsciously curved upwards slightly.

He seemed to be smiling...

Just as the surrounding fairy knights thought it was just an illusion, a faint smile appeared between the ancient serpent's brows.

"Do you think you can just hand this over to me and walk away?"

The fairy knights were slightly taken aback, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

At that moment, Samael bent down to pick up the letters filled with writing, carefully folded them, patted them gently in his palm, and whispered softly in Morgan's ear.

"Sister Wang, you haven't done any of the things you promised me..."

As the voice drifted over, the fairy knights couldn't help but see that on the messy pages of those letters, under the faint glow of Samael's fingertips, lines of hidden divine runes suddenly appeared.

That was not just a letter, but a contract!

The ancient snake's lips curled upwards, forming a slightly pleased arc.

He is the enemy of God, the original demon.

As everyone knows, a contract with a demon is not something you can easily sign.

Often, it requires paying the price of one's soul...

The fairy knights, stunned in place, were puzzled by the mystery, but the faint yet familiar aura emanating from the contract caused them to tremble violently and their pupils to contract sharply.

"You're going to throw this thing at me?"

Samael glanced at the **sword in his hand, shook his head helplessly, stood up and looked down at everyone, speaking meaningfully.

"Then, the last Knights of the Round Table of Britain, are you willing to obey the command of me, the one who has extinguished your ideals?"

"Of course! I will obey your command!"

The fairy knights solemnly pounded their right fists on their chests, knelt down in unison, and swore an oath while leaning on their swords with one hand.

"In that case, let us escort your queen to Avalon together."

Samael nodded slightly, turned to look at Britain beneath the mist, and added thoughtfully.

"The mystery on earth has faded; only by returning to the birthplace of the stars, the true utopia, can her frail soul be nourished."

At this moment, the fairy knights, who had already realized a certain possibility, showed an uncontrollable ecstasy on their faces.

Then, Samael turned around, went to his secluded stone chamber, retrieved the half-full jug of wine, and poured a cup for each of the excited fairy knights, his gaze gentle.

"Your era, your mission, has ended. Believe me, drink this farewell toast..."

The fairy knights took the wine cups and drank them down without hesitation.

Samael nodded, and with a flick of his fingers, took the spear that held the world's two ends together—the Rungominiad—from Morgan's arms, its rhythmic power flowing into it.

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of golden characters on the gun body lit up one by one, like veins.

hum!

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling beam of light pierced through the heavens and earth, tearing apart the surface of the world and forming a golden-blue vortex leading to the unknown in the center of the lake in front of everyone.

"Go, and have a good night's sleep with your mother, your queen..."

Samael's gentle gaze swept carefully over each of the familiar, innocent faces as he gave his final words of advice before their departure.

The fairy knights nodded solemnly and obediently boarded the small boat one by one, guarding the sleeping queen as they sailed towards the beam of light.

As the Holy Lance spun, all the light and shadow gradually dissipated and dissolved on the misty surface of Avalon's waters.

The man standing by the lake murmured silently, a touch of melancholy welling up in his heart.

But this sleep might last a very, very long time...

"Slap, slap, slap!"

However, just then, a crisp and cheerful applause, accompanied by playful praise, came from the pervasive mist, interrupting Samael's thoughts.

"Interesting, so much fun!"

"Have you seen enough...Merry?"

The ancient snake frowned, its vertical pupils narrowed, and it turned to look at the dense forest behind the house, its deep voice carrying a chilling undertone.

"Oh dear, we've been found out. I should have gone with you to see our Queen off."

A white-haired older sister with a mysterious beauty walked out from behind the tree with a smile, leaned close to Samael and whispered something with a hint of eager anticipation on her face.

"By the way, if you poke her cheek, or make love to her in front of her, will she suddenly wake up?"

As they drew closer, a mischievous smile bloomed on Meryl's stunning face, her purple eyes brimming with amusement and amusement, as if she were watching a perfect play.

"Also, I think I saw you cry just now. So, how does it feel for a god to shed tears for a human?"

Samael turned his head and a smile spread across his face.

"You want to hear it?"

Instantly, a sense of alarm struck Mary. Like a duck being choked, she stopped quacking and instinctively took small steps back to distance herself from the man in front of her. She shook her head repeatedly with a dry laugh and answered decisively.

"no need!"

Samael smiled dismissively and stepped forward slowly.

"Alright, since you don't want to listen, it's my turn to speak now."

Meili was slightly taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

Then, the man spoke slowly, his deep voice carrying an indescribable calmness.

"When I asked you to hand over the Lesser Grail to Camelot, did I say that it required the Unsullied to voluntarily offer their souls?"

"..."

"Why did the Oxford brothers have the audacity to rebel against the gods with mortal bodies when the light at the end of the world first went out?"

"..."

"Morgan never claimed to have found the Holy Grail, so how did the rumors about the Holy Grail and the Queen spread?"

"..."

"Why did so many Knights of the Round Table rebel against Camelot and their king at the last moment? What did they know?"

"..."

Mary remained smiling without answering, her wandering eyes darting around, her feet repeatedly taking a step back.

Samael smiled back, his expression as calm as ever, and approached step by step.

Do you really think I don't know what you've done?

Beneath this extremely calm tone, the surrounding air imperceptibly became thick and heavy, and an endless storm and thunder were brewing.

run!

Mary's pupils contracted sharply; a strong sense of alarm left her with only one thought in her mind.

The guilty nightmare immediately stopped hiding, its figure turning away and blurring into a cluster of pink petals that drifted away in the wind.

However, a beam of light as bright as stars shot up from behind Meryl, transforming into countless stardust that instantly enveloped the entire island of Avalon, forming a sealed light membrane that repelled all the petals that tried to escape, reconstructing the original human shape on the ground.

At the same time, the god, radiating unforgivable majesty and wielding the holy spear Rungomminiad, slowly opened his eyes, his vertical pupils revealing a chilling aura.

"Merry, I've put up with you for far too long!"

Chapter 135 Welcome to Hell, Joan of Arc! (4k)

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