Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After entering the French court, Marie Antoinette made no political achievements. She spent her days indulging in balls, fashion, entertainment, and banquets, as well as gardening and living a life of extravagance. However, after the start of the French Revolution, she unexpectedly displayed the pride and dignity of a queen, showing more assertiveness and determination than Louis XVI, and trying everything she could to salvage the declining prestige of the monarchy.

However, to Samael's surprise, when faced with a life-or-death decision, Louis XVI displayed the dignity of a king, completely abandoning his usual cowardly demeanor and answering first.

“It is my incompetence that has caused my wife and children to suffer such hardship and fall to this state. I deserve it. I will not shirk my fate. After I die, you may take my soul as you please, but please treat my wife and children well and let them live in peace…”

That was the final words of a king, a father, and a man.

Samael suddenly remembered that although Louis XVI was one of the few kings to be beheaded, his reputation was not actually that bad.

Historically, Louis XVI attempted reforms on several occasions. He first appointed economists such as Turgot and bankers such as Necker and Caron, in an attempt to tax the wealthy class, represented by nobles and clergy, to make up for the fiscal deficit left by Louis XV.

However, caught between the impoverished French people and the powerful aristocratic class, he was powerless to shake either side, and his inherently weak character doomed him to a tragic life. Unlike the ambitious Louis XIV or the absurd and incompetent Louis XV, he didn't even have a mistress. He loved his people, but in the end, they killed him.

However, fate intervened. His indecisive character and repeated failures to withstand pressure exacerbated class conflicts in France, ultimately leading to his tragic end.

The demon remained silent for a long time in response to the man's request, but finally nodded in agreement to this losing deal of exchanging one for three.

After all, France was only going to execute the king, who symbolized the authority of the monarchy; the queen was merely an afterthought. Historically, even after the couple's deaths, their children seemed to have survived, and their daughter even lived until the restoration of the dynasty. It was simply because their circumstances were too tragic.

However, after leaving Louis XVI to face death alone, what Samael didn't expect was that Queen Marie Antoinette, who was being led out of the prison, immediately made a second deal with this devil as soon as they stepped outside.

She wanted her husband's soul to find peace and return to the Lord's embrace, while she was willing to fill the void with herself and her own soul, driven by the devil.

Otherwise, she would rather go to the guillotine with her husband.

The ancient serpent pondered for a long time, then agreed, and the next day assisted Queen Mary in collecting and burying her king husband's body.

Afterwards, Samael used the power of parliament to move Louis XVI's children to the French countryside, severing their memories of the royal family and their parents, and allowing them to live a peaceful and anonymous life.

However, as a price, Queen Mary was also bound by the devil's pact, and from then on became a servant of the council, enduring the curse of loneliness.

Fortunately, Martha and Jeanne Alter often kept their old friend company, and with the passage of time, she had let go of her past troubles, so the queen's life seemed to be quite fulfilling.

As for Charlotte Corday, another full-time maid who was also dragged onto the pirate ship, her experience was not so thrilling.

Ironically, without King Louis XVI to take the blame, France became even more bloody and turbulent, with people living in fear.

During the later stages of the French Revolution, the Jacobins came to power. Under the pretext of stopping “murder and new slander,” Robespierre forced the National Convention to pass a new decree proposed by Coutintosh on June 10, 1794, to “punish the enemies of the people.”

This fundamentally changed the policy, triggering a reign of terror in France. All levels of French society were subjected to bloodshed, with countless heads rolled and rivers of blood flowing.

According to statistics, in the 48 days from June 10 to July 27, 1794, 1376 people were executed in Paris alone, and most of them were innocent.

During the Jacobin period, a radical named Jean-Paul Marat called on the people to remove unreliable representatives from parliament and advocated for the physical elimination of those who opposed him.

This controversial politician is most notorious for indirectly instigating the September Massacre, even if he was not the sole perpetrator.

As the war situation grew increasingly dire, ordinary people worried that the reactionaries in prison would overthrow the revolution once they went to the front lines. Marat, on the other hand, directly advocated for the massacre of prisoners. Although Robespierre and Brisso later accused each other of carrying out the massacre, everyone knew in their hearts who the real agitator was.

During this time, a girl with pure ideals, hoping to contribute her own strength to end this darkness and chaos, enters Mara's bathroom under the pretext of reporting the Girondins in the Conn region to Mara.

At that time, Corday reported 18 Girondins to Mara, who wrote them down and said that he would arrest them according to the list and send them to the guillotine the next day.

This answer solidified Corday's resolve. She pulled a hidden knife from her chest and stabbed Mara to death.

Afterwards, she did not flee, but quietly waited to be arrested, confessed to her crimes without reservation, and calmly accepted her fate of going to the guillotine amidst the angry shouts of the people.

In 1793, Marat was packaged as Jesus, while Corday failed to become Joan of Arc.

Samael, observing this with a detached eye, actually agreed with the dying words of Madame Roland, who was sent to the guillotine during the French Revolution.

Freedom, freedom, how many evils are committed in thy name!

However, having learned from their previous experience rescuing Mary, the two French saints soon turned their attention to a certain devil.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Samael had no choice but to make another trip and rescue another maid from his future household.

Of course, this time Samael plays an angel who, with just a few words, quietly abducts another client from the notorious French executioner Charles Sanson...

This is how the group came to be together, and before they knew it, three or four hundred years had passed in a flash.

Chapter Sixty-One: Someone Wants to Seduce Me?

As the rustling sounds upstairs ceased, Mary led Corday down the spiral staircase. After respectfully returning the key to its rightful owner, she gave a slight bow and then, carrying the belongings of the two Outer Goddesses, set off to take her leave.

"Lord Samael, if there are no further instructions, please excuse us for taking our leave."

"There is one thing..."

Samael smiled, picked up a crisp and fragrant chocolate chip cookie from the plate, took a crunchy bite, and looked quite satisfied.

"The cookies taste good. Remember to prepare more next time you come."

Mary, who had been on high alert, was slightly taken aback upon hearing this. She raised her hand to cover her cherry lips, and an elegant and reserved smile bloomed on her delicate face.

"As long as you like it."

As time went by and her status changed, there were not many things left for her to care about.

For a maid, having her skills recognized is a very fulfilling thing, especially when that appreciation comes from the person who gave her salvation.

"By the way, Miss Corday, the book you asked me to buy last time has arrived."

Then, Samael turned his gaze to the somewhat shy girl behind Mary, casually picked up a few exquisitely packaged books from the storage compartment under the wine cabinet, and handed them to Corday.

Upon receiving the so-called delivery request, Corday was taken aback until someone winked at her with a smile. Only then did the girl realize what was going on, happily accept the gift, and excitedly hug it tightly to her chest, nodding solemnly.

"My lord, rest assured, I will definitely read carefully and listen attentively to your teachings..."

Just as Corday was making her solemn promise with a devout expression, her downward gaze caught sight of a man and woman embracing and kissing passionately on the cover. Her face flushed instantly, and she stammered, unable to speak. Embarrassed, she hurriedly ran away with the book in her arms.

Samael realized that his plan had backfired, and he had unintentionally flirted with his shy maid. He was both amused and exasperated.

He was never a rigid person, and since Martha and the others had arrived in a hurry, the small gifts that Samael casually picked out were not famous classics or religious works, but rather light novels and fantasy stories that suited his taste.

The covers of light novels... those who know, know...

After all, serenade is the primary productive force.

However, it's just sharing among enthusiasts and doesn't count as any kind of instruction.

Hopefully, this child won't be misled by the bizarre romantic scenarios depicted in the book.

"I don't want to go to school! Let me down! Let me down!"

"Waaaaah, Master, help! Abby doesn't want to do her homework!"

After the brief reminiscing, Samael looked at the two little girls who were crying and making a fuss by the car window as they were about to leave, and he was at a loss for words. He had no choice but to make an excuse to pee and run away, leaving the mess to Marda to deal with.

After he had been squatting in the toilet for a full half hour, and heard the noise outside had subsided, he put down the light novel in his hand, washed his face, and leisurely walked out.

"You've spoiled them all!"

After much persuasion, Martha finally managed to get rid of the two little troublemakers. Looking exhausted, she walked out the door, rolled her eyes at the unscrupulous boss, and snorted in condemnation.

Knowing he had acted somewhat dishonestly, Samael poured Marda a glass of wine and changed the subject with a dry laugh.

"Lady Martha, aren't you planning to go back with them?"

"What? I just arrived, and you're already trying to kick me out?"

Martha put down her wine glass, raised her eyebrows, and blurted out a question without thinking.

"How could that be! I'm overjoyed that you could come! I was just thinking that since you're not planning to go back, why don't you stay here a few more days so I can show you some hospitality!"

Samael shook his head repeatedly, answering this potentially fatal question with practiced ease, his dark eyes brimming with sincerity and fervor.

The intense, close gaze made Martha stiffen, and an unnatural blush unconsciously rose to her cheeks.

"cough……"

Just then, a soft cough came from the side, and the half-sleep demon who was playing with a wine glass was looking at the two people in front of him with great interest.

Martha snapped out of her daze, her face immediately tightening, and she gave a soft hum.

"I will definitely stay temporarily, but I'm staying here this time to borrow your place so I can meet that Black Princess and have an open and honest talk with her."

"No problem, we guarantee our full cooperation!"

Samael was the first to speak, followed by Arcueid, who was staring blankly at a glass of red wine, and Natalia, whose face had regained its composure.

"Alright, keep a close eye on the area these days. That Black Princess is probably hiding in the shadows. To be safe, it's best to wait until we've finalized the details before we act together to lure her out. Don't contact her alone. Report any news about Altruchi to me first."

After most of the day’s discussion, Martha, who held the highest position, decisively made the decision to set the action plan for the next few days.

Then, the purple-haired saintess looked out the window at the setting sun, pulled Natalia, who had already drunk several dozen bottles of fine wine from Samael and was slightly tipsy, and went upstairs without any hesitation.

"I'm tired after traveling for several days. I'd like to use the room upstairs to rest. Please make yourselves at home. If there's nothing else, please don't disturb our reunion."

Are you tired but I'm not, boss...

The female alcoholic, who had been dragged upstairs to entertain guests, looked longingly at the private liquor cabinet that someone had opened for the first time, and felt secretly sad.

As the two left, the atmosphere at the bar became much more subdued. As Gu She's tense nerves relaxed, the exhaustion from excessive blood loss unconsciously welled up in his heart.

Samael stretched, yawned, greeted Arcueid, and went upstairs alone.

"I'm exhausted after a long day, I'm going to lie down now. Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, you should get some rest too."

"Ah? Um..."

Arcueid nodded subconsciously, but for some reason, he seemed a little dazed. As the sun set and the moon rose, he sat blankly at the bar, staring at a glass of scarlet, translucent wine in his hand, which seemed to be the same color as blood, for a long time.

The cool moonlight streaming through the cracks in the window frame gradually lengthened the princess's silhouette.

Upstairs in the guest room, two close friends, neither of whom were sleepy, chatted idly.

However, for some reason, this once decisive and efficient leader seemed somewhat absent-minded today, frequently turning her head to look outside the door, her brow furrowing and stern.

Over time, Natalia, who had been forced into this role, gradually lost interest. Her deep blue eyes scanned the door, window, and Martha's face for a moment before she quietly leaned closer, put her elbow on the purple-haired saint's shoulder, and whispered in her ear with a smile.

"By the way, you seem to care a lot about the one downstairs."

"No way! He and I are just colleagues! I'm only here for work!"

Upon hearing this, Martha instinctively retorted, vehemently denying it.

Natalia stared at her boss, who was giving a serious explanation, and paused for a moment before spreading her hands and blinking innocently.

"Huh? I was talking about Arcueid. Aren't they keeping a close eye on her? They even sent you here specifically to clean up the mess..."

"..."

Martha's breath hitched, her face stiffened slightly, and she quickly regained her senses. She glared at her friend, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and tried to calm her racing thoughts.

It's obvious she's been tricked.

There's something going on! There's definitely something going on!

The mixed-race succubus's lips curled up slightly, forming a pleased arc. She grinned and put her arm around her friend's neck, her eyes gleaming with a strong, gossipy light.

"You've given yourself away, haven't you? You wouldn't be thinking of taking advantage of him, would you?"

"puff!"

Such lewd words echoed in her ears, and Martha sprayed the tea in her mouth far away, choking and coughing repeatedly.

After a moment, Martha pounded her chest to catch her breath, gritted her teeth, pinched Natalia's waist hard, and scolded her with a dark face.

"What the hell?! Is your head filled with these filthy thoughts all day long?!"

"Give me back my right for sexually harassing him? If anyone should be sexually harassing someone, it should be him harassing me!"

Tch, waiting for him to seduce me? Forget it, back then at Thermopylae, which was so close, that bastard didn't even make a move.

Martha muttered to herself, as a jumble of thoughts surged into her mind. Some strange ideas that she inadvertently revealed made the saintess shudder, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she shook her head repeatedly.

Ah, no, filthy, utterly filthy!

I am a disciple serving the Messiah, and I must be pure and devout. How could such despicable and blasphemous thoughts be in my mind?

Damn it, I must have been led astray by this lewd demon!

The Holy Maiden turned to look at the female nightmare behind her, her teeth clenched, and loudly rebuked her.

"Natalia, you lecherous woman! You degenerate nightmare! From now on, you're not allowed to put those weird thoughts into my head!"

"Calling me lewd? Heh, boss, don't think that just because you have the title of saintess, you can hide the fact that your body was born of sin!"

The female nightmare demon, who had been unfairly blamed, sneered and launched a swift rebuttal. At the same time, with lightning speed, she snatched her boss from under the armpits and directly attacked the enemy's two high grounds. After a period of oppression and ravaging, Natalia, who had won verbally but felt psychologically frustrated, muttered indignantly.

"Damn it, it's even bigger than mine! What a lewd body!"

Martha, whose bounty was being cruelly persecuted and ridiculed, had a flushed face that looked as if it were about to bleed from the extreme embarrassment and shame. Her eyes, filled with grief and anger, were tinged with a chill.

"Na, Talia! You're dead!"