Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Amidst the flying wood chips, a menacing black figure rushed into the bedroom with lightning speed, came to the bedside, and roughly dragged someone out of the warm blankets.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep! What's the point of sleeping? Get up! There's a ton of work waiting for you! What's the use of always staying in your room!"

A witch, dressed in a black trench coat, high-heeled boots, and with short, flowing silver hair, grabbed someone by the collar and coldly reprimanded them.

"I've been pulling several all-nighters these past few days. Considering how hard I've worked, I'll take today off and not go..."

The man was like a lump of mud, his limbs drooping, his eyes closed, answering weakly. As he spoke, his head tilted to one side, and he fell back onto the bed, as if he wanted to catch up on his sleep.

"Staying up all night? Exhausting? Why don't you just say you stayed up all night to play Famicom!"

The witch glanced at the game consoles and cartridges scattered haphazardly in the room, along with a pile of DVDs and comic books. Her golden eyes flickered eerily, burning like flames, and her anger surged.

"Ahem, can't we balance work and rest? I need my own leisure time too, right..."

The man's eyes rolled back as he was being pinched. He could only pry open his drooping eyelids and guiltily avoid the witch's fiery gaze, trying to explain himself.

"Work and rest?"

Upon hearing this, the witch's anger intensified. She shook her right hand, which was gripping the man's collar tightly, with all her might, wishing she could strangle the shameless, lazy fellow in front of her.

"Spring drowsiness, autumn fatigue, summer rest, winter hibernation—so all four seasons are your prime time for sleeping? You bastard, you're the messiah! Can't you take your responsibilities seriously?!"

"If the world could be destroyed so easily, it can only be the fault of governments! The fault of humanity! The fault of the world!"

A certain savior, determined to get some sleep, stubbornly resisted to the end, launching a rebuttal that was neither entirely justifiable nor entirely righteous.

Lord, punish this hopeless person!

Wait, what am I saying?! Damn faith! Believe it or not, let it go to hell!

Staring at this shameless, despicable snake, the witch, whose thoughts were somewhat confused, came back to her senses, her silver teeth grinding together, her eyes filled with murderous intent.

Light is wicked, darkness will punish it! My flames, my rage, roar forth! Its name—Godslayer Style: Infernal Execution!

In an instant, the air boiled with heat, and sharp, burning wooden stakes condensed from the surging ether, stabbing towards the buttocks and kidneys of some lazy fellow.

"Wow! You're serious! Get up, get up, I'm getting up right now!"

In an instant, the savior, whose backside was on fire, jumped up with a start, shouted repeatedly to stop, and scrambled out of the thorns' reach to avoid being stabbed into a snake meat skewer on the spot.

Standing in front of the door, Samael rubbed his burning buttocks and complained weakly.

"I give up. It's no big deal. I'll do it."

"Hmph, you know what's going on!"

"Then, Grandma, can you take the magic back now?"

"...This move was just developed..."

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Witch paused, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural.

"so……"

Samael felt a sense of foreboding, and his voice became hoarse.

"I only know how to give, not how to take back..."

The witch turned her head to the side, looking embarrassed.

I lost it!

Suddenly, Samael stared at the fiery bud in the center of the bedroom, which was gradually expanding and blooming like a red lotus, radiating astonishing heat. He felt his breath catch in his throat, and a mouthful of blood almost choked him up.

"boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar of the explosion, the entire castle shook violently, thick smoke billowed from inside, and two ashes-covered figures were blasted out of the house.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Samael came to his senses, looked at the mess in his bedroom, and, unable to cry, clung to the dark door frame and howled in agony.

"My Nintendo! My collector's edition of Weekly Comics! My original Gundam!"

"Isn't it just some junk?"

Realizing she had caused trouble, the dragon witch muttered guiltily.

"Do you know what a unique serial number means? Do you know what a limited edition means? Do you know what a rare collector's item means? That's the culmination of my years of hard work!"

The angry questions from the victims made Joan of Arc, who had no understanding of the situation, feel dizzy and involuntarily lower her head weakly.

"I...I'll make it up to you later."

"Compensate? Your food and lodging are all paid for with my money, how are you going to compensate me?"

"I'm working hard too, can't I pay off the debt with my salary?"

"You have the nerve to talk to me about salary! With your temper, every piece of work you break is worth more than your meager wages! To this day, forget about paying you a salary, you still owe me millions in debt, grandma!"

Hearing the victim's tirade, the Dragon Witch blushed and was somewhat speechless.

In desperation, and unwilling to be outdone, Jeanne d'Arc Alter blushed and couldn't help but whimper, her neck stiff.

"At worst, at worst, I..."

"Who did this?!"

Just as the witch hesitated several times before speaking, a suppressed roar of anger came from downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, a figure carrying a small notebook, with its brown wolf ears twitching, rushed upstairs. Its sharp amber eyes cast a scrutinizing gaze at the two suspects who had arrived at the scene.

Looking at the wise wolf before him, grinding its teeth as if it wanted to bite the culprit to death, the ancient serpent's heart skipped a beat. It looked around, then looked helplessly in one direction, and drawled out its words.

"Yes……"

The guilty dragon witch instinctively stiffened.

"...It's her!"

The approaching figure picked up a small white-furred beast that had shaken off the dust from its body and held it up in front of the righteous wolf who was coming to interrogate him, making a sorrowful and indignant accusation.

"Kathip, you beast! So you've finally shown your true colors! You actually sneaked into my bedroom, secretly ruined my collection, and even set the house on fire! This is outrageous!"

"Fuuuu?"

The dirty little guy, with its paws dangling in the air, looked completely bewildered.

"Really?"

Holo held the notebook, her face full of suspicion.

“Absolutely! It has already confessed, and the cost of repairing the house will be deducted from the perpetrator Fufu’s food allowance.”

Samael made a solemn promise, then stuffed the innocent little guy who had been dragged into the scapegoat into Holo's arms, who had come to demand accountability. He then grabbed the Dragon Witch behind him and slipped away along the wall with practiced ease.

After a short while, with the examiner's detailed verification, the details of the case gradually became clear. Holo, speechless, carefully put away the testimony with the witness's paw print on it and placed the little thing that was howling angrily on the ground.

Immediately, Xianlang turned to look in the direction where the two culprits had fled, and couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead, his lips twitching.

Samael, you scum, you never do anything that involves people!

Meanwhile, the ancient serpent, having fled the crime scene, swaggered into the lower-level restaurant, pulling along the Dragon Witch.

At this moment, in the spacious restaurant, two other figures who had gotten up early were already busy with their own tasks.

Beside the dining table, a purple-haired saintess dressed as a cook, wearing an apron around her waist, was unloading a rich broth from the back of the evil dragon Tarasque, which was being used as a food cart.

A female fairy queen with pointed ears, blonde hair, amber eyes, a laurel crown, and colorful wings on her back was dozing on the table, looking listless.

"Don't worry, it wasn't Fou who did it anyway, Holo won't do anything to her. Let's get through this first, otherwise we'll have to listen to Holo nagging for ages."

Seeing Jeanne d'Arc Alter beside him, turning her head from time to time with a rather conflicted expression, Samael smiled and comforted her.

The witch, feeling somewhat uneasy, finally relaxed a little.

Immediately, the man grabbed a bacon and egg sandwich from the table and devoured it without any hesitation, praising its crispy texture.

"Hmm? Today's breakfast tastes good, Martha. Your cooking skills have improved again."

"It wasn't me, it was her..."

The purple-haired saintess shook her head slightly, pointed to the figure next to Samael, and chuckled as she corrected him.

"I... I just got up too early and was bored, so I just made something. Anyway, even if you guys don't eat it, I'll still eat it."

The Dragon Witch turned her head away and coughed slightly as she made her statement, but her head, which had been hanging low, inadvertently lifted slightly, as if she was quite pleased with someone's evaluation just now.

"Then why are you in such a hurry to call..."

"Ahem! There's soup simmering in the kitchen, let's go get it together!"

Seeing that the senior saintess was about to reveal something, the Dragon Witch, her face stiffening, coughed heavily, got up without saying a word, and pulled Martha away from beside her.

Realizing a possible possibility, Samael looked at the still-warm sandwich in his hand, feeling both amused and exasperated.

So, you didn't just drag me out of bed for this reason, did you?

Then, the ancient snake thought for a moment, took a vicious bite of the bread slice, and became more and more certain in its heart.

Absolutely!

After patiently savoring a hearty breakfast with French country flavors, Samael wiped his mouth cleanly, stood up, and announced today's task to the group of people present.

"As usual, for task assignments, go to Marda; for business operations, go to Hero; and for paperwork and foreign negotiations, go to Aurora."

If there's nothing else, I'm going to catch up on my sleep.

Having said that, the ancient snake skillfully slipped away, preparing to sneak back upstairs to find another room and go to sleep.

However, the moment Samael stood up, several figures with dark faces blocked the stairwell, glaring at the boss in the center who spent all his time slacking off.

The uprising was not only led by Joan of Arc and Holo, two wicked and disrespectful figures, but also by the somewhat submissive fairy queen Aurora and the once-devout saint Martha, who could no longer bear the oppression and rose up in rebellion.

"boom!"

A moment later, a gate to the castle, shimmering with light patterns, closed. A figure who had been thrown out, after a brief period of weightlessness, appeared in a secluded tavern and was forced to work.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Didn't Let Down Your Old Siren Bloodline (4.2k)

Finally, we got rid of this guy who never did anything productive.

Looking at the now tranquil castle, the group at the table breathed a sigh of relief, finally able to relax and slowly savor the crispy bacon sandwiches and delicious broth.

It must be said that without the burden of being exploited, today's food tastes exceptionally delicious and more appetizing than ever before.

In the hall, several people who had the same feeling exchanged glances and surprisingly saw a similar sense of ease and joy in each other's eyes.

Damn snake, it's doing something utterly inhuman!

Immediately, the group spat inwardly, a sense of shared misfortune welling up in their hearts.

It's a story full of bitter tears.

Hundreds of years ago, one of the twelve wedges used to divide the age of gods, fix the earth's surface, and maintain the balance between the planet and the outside world—the sacred spear Rungomminiad—was suddenly awakened by its wielder, which led to the activation of ley lines on a global scale.

The mystery that had been dormant for a thousand years is now showing signs of revival around the world.

Many species, including the Wild Hunt, monsters, fairies, ghosts, and angels, which were only recorded on paper, have awakened and begun to move about, causing a major earthquake in the mysterious world.

Saint Martha, who lived in seclusion on the banks of the Rhône River in France, and Holo, the wise wolf who inhabited part of the divine will in the wheat fields of Northern Europe, were both awakened by this sudden change.

A human and a wolf, who are destined to be together, come together again due to a series of coincidences and choose to travel together.

After much searching and wandering, they successfully located Avalon Island and reunited with Samael, the instigator.

Immediately afterwards, the man and the wolf were tricked onto the pirate ship. Under the lure of glamorous reasons such as "social experience", "life rescue" and "experiencing life", they willingly took over the shift of the guardian of the gods' tomb and began a dark history of working for others that lasted for a hundred years.

The remaining two on the field joined even earlier.

Joan of Arc, the Dragon Witch, was a creation born from someone's magic and blood, and was essentially bound to this Messiah, making her a valuable source of labor and a top-notch henchman.

As for Aurora, after Camelot's demise, this fairy king, who lingered in the Nameless Forest because of her attachment to worldly pleasures, was caught by that person. After a night of heartfelt conversation, she had a profound awakening and from then on devoted herself to following that "reasonable" adult.

She has always been at the forefront, doing the hardest and most tiring work.

After all, Aurora would never forget that night when a smiling fellow, carrying the Holy Lance, barged into the Nameless Forest and asked her in a very "friendly" manner.

"Do you want to work, or do you want to rest?"

Incidentally, the reasonable adult also kindly gave her a brief explanation of the philosophical wisdom of the Far East.

"To be born is to toil, to die is to rest!"

And so, the once-glorious Fairy King became that lord's personal secretary, dedicated to handling all sorts of complicated tasks.

By the way, it's the kind of job that serves two purposes.