Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Martha paused for a moment, then nodded.

"It's my fault that you were led astray by this kind of woman."

"So that's what it was all about. There's no need to blame yourself; I did it on purpose..."

"That would be even more of a dereliction of duty on my part!"

"What kind of dereliction of duty is this? I already said it was voluntary."

"Stop looking down on people!"

Before Samael could fully reveal his plans, the purple-haired saintess raised her voice, quite indignantly, and then blurted out a sentence that had been weighing on her mind for a long time, but the volume dropped sharply.

"What she can do, I can also..."

"Boss, we've got a mission. We're here to pick you up and take you back."

However, just as Martha was about to speak, the roar of engines drowned out the rest of the purple-haired saint's words. Seven or eight black cars screeched to a halt in front of the bar, and more than twenty burly men in black filed out, shouting inside.

"Bunny..."

Martha's hard-won courage vanished like a tidal wave; her lips twitched slightly, and veins bulged on her forehead as she instinctively wanted to swear.

"Ahem, everyone, please go ahead. My shoes have a bit of a problem, but I'll be there shortly. Also, please be careful on the road, ahahaha..."

However, when her gaze fell upon the figure beside her mending her shoes, the saintess took a deep breath, forced a smile onto her face, and even lowered her voice a few decibels, appearing very tactful and elegant.

However, the burly men in black standing in front of the door exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes filled with horror as they stared at the elegant, poised, and noble young woman sitting gracefully in front of the recliner, as if they were seeing prehistoric creatures.

The bald, burly man at the head scratched his head, his face full of disbelief.

"Big sister, when did you start acting like a woman?"

"puff!"

At this moment, Natalia, who had come out to join the fun after hearing the noise, spat out her drink, her facial muscles contorting and twitching, almost bursting out laughing on the spot.

Click...

At the same time, Samael's hand trembled, and the heel of his other shoe also broke.

Something about that statement just doesn't feel right...

A moment later, Martha, realizing what had happened, went from a stiff smile to a distorted one. Her utterly benevolent expression sent chills down the spines of the burly men who had come to pick her up.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Want More After Taking It All (4.5k)

Sorry guys, I can't handle this. May Old Ma bless you, Amen.

In front of the bar, Samael watched the cars start their engines and speed away, and Martha, sitting in the passenger seat, her whole body emitting black smoke, her smile bright yet twisted. He couldn't help but make the sign of the cross, expressing his deepest sympathy and condolences for these soldiers whose fate was predictable.

After seeing off her old subordinates, the female dream demon, in order to save money and to freeload drinks whenever she had the chance, simply moved into the bar with Hisayu Maiya, taking over two bedrooms and completely becoming a parasite living in Samael's house.

But before long, Natalia, indulging in all sorts of vices, quickly squandered her savings.

Left with no other choice, the woman had to take her newly acquired assistant, Hisayu Maiya, and fly around the world, reluctantly returning to her old ways of hunting down fallen magicians and exterminating alien monsters.

Of course, because of the issue of child labor, Samael also asked the little girl involved about her attitude and said that he could fund her to enter a normal school life like other children.

But Hisayu Maiya refused without hesitation. On the one hand, having witnessed life and death in a war-torn country, she found it difficult to integrate into normal society; on the other hand, she needed to repay Natalia's kindness and become the sword and shield of her savior.

Samael didn't try to persuade her any further, since this was the lifestyle that Hisayu Maiya had chosen herself.

However, to Gu She's surprise, the money-grubbing female dream demon actually had a change of heart and shared the commission she earned with Jiu Yu Wu Mi, and even sent her to a more relaxed ordinary school.

After all, it wasn't like she was on missions every day, and that's how Kuuyu Maiya managed to complete her basic education, albeit with some stumbles along the way.

Gradually, everyone's lives returned to normal.

Samael remained behind the scenes, occasionally disappearing for a period of time to return to the castle and oversee the overall situation. Otherwise, he spent his time comfortably slacking off in a bar that rarely had any customers.

The Dark Round Table members, who were used to this, would curse their incompetent superiors while trying their best to keep the parliament running, keeping themselves busy all day long.

Of course, as a small act of revenge, women often "accidentally" go to bars, order a bunch of difficult drinks, and have a bar owner personally mix and cook for them, which they then slowly savor. They often sit there all day, and even pay the bill through the headquarters' private treasury.

Incidentally, the headquarters' private treasury is someone's personal account.

In addition, the two outer goddesses, who frequented the bar on weekends and holidays, had almost become regulars around Samael.

As for Arcueid, after a long period of systematic learning, she has gradually integrated into society and has developed a strong love for reading, traveling, movies, and watching TV series, becoming more and more like a human.

Soon after, this millennium-old princess, who had passed the test, signed an employment contract with the council under the lure of a high salary and the repeated recommendation of a certain guardian. She officially joined the Dark Round Table, becoming the fourth seat, codenamed "White Princess," and was mainly responsible for cleaning up the fallen vampires.

However, the only downside is that, under the instigation of a certain wicked dream demon, the once honest and innocent Bai Ji actually learned to skip work and slack off while on paid leave in both of her jobs, which Samael could do nothing about.

And so, the days passed by, peaceful yet occasionally rippled, and before we knew it, several years had gone by.

In the afternoon, the warm sunlight streamed through the doors and windows into the bar. Samael, reclining in a deck chair, looked around at the quiet street and the empty interior, picked up a glass of iced lemonade, and gently swirled it, feeling quite content.

Hmm, another peaceful day.

drip...

However, before the ancient snake could continue lying flat, the fax machine in the room beeped, and a color-printed document was printed out.

Samael sighed helplessly, raised his hand and made a grasping motion, controlling the subtle flow of magic to draw the fax into his palm. He glanced down at it, his brow furrowing slightly.

"what happened?"

Arcueid, who was squatting in front of the kitchen freezer looking for food, saw this and approached with a cup of chocolate ice cream, casually asking what was wrong.

Samael glanced at the princess, then casually handed her the fax in his hand, his voice low.

"We think we've found him..."

Arcueid's ice cream, which she had just unwrapped, fell to the ground with a thud. Her eyes, upon seeing the blood-red snake-patterned photograph in the center of the fax, flashed with a fiery crimson light, and a strong sense of murderous intent filled her pretty face.

"Roya..."

A few days later, at Cornwall Airport, an A300-600R-600, which had recently entered service, took off smoothly from the wide runway, accelerated into the sky, and after a journey of several hours, landed smoothly at its destination, Paris Airport in France.

As the cabin door opened, Samael and Arcueid, who were on this flight, walked out of the airport along with the mingled crowd.

"Huh? Who! It must be that scumbag Roya, I'm going to kill him!"

Whether it was due to being overly sensitive or due to long-standing resentment, as soon as Bai Ji stepped out, she sensed a strange feeling of being watched. She immediately stood on the street and glared fiercely at everyone around her, as if every suspicious person was the reincarnation of some bastard vampire.

Under the watchful gaze of this true ancestor, the pedestrians around felt as if they were being pricked by thorns, and they all hurriedly took a detour in fear, almost causing a riot.

"Don't rush, we haven't arrived yet..."

Samael was both amused and exasperated, and tried to stop him. He then took Arcueid to a car rental shop, got a car with a full tank of gas, and, following the instructions in the faxed message, headed west to the nameless village where the unusual traces had been found.

As the vehicle drove further and further away, a slender figure emerged from the crowd in front of the airport gate, gazing wistfully in the direction Samael and Arcueid had left. Unconsciously, a hint of pleasure curved the corners of her lips.

Finally, we caught you!

boom!

On the way, the rented Citroën went over a speed bump and was jolted. Arcueid, who was sitting in the passenger seat and gazing out the window at the receding scenery, was suddenly swayed and fell halfway into Samael's arms.

"Are you hungry again?"

The helpless murmur in her ear startled Arcueid awake. When she came to her senses, she was shocked to find that her arms had unknowingly climbed up to Samael's nape, and his head was close by, greedily inhaling the sweet scent.

Even the face reflected in the rearview mirror showed a kind of unbearable, infatuated expression.

"Hug, sorry..."

Arcueid hurriedly released his arm and awkwardly wiped away the glistening drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Give me a hand..."

Samael didn't seem to care. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other, he grabbed a can of energy drink from beside the seat, handed it to Arcueid, and gestured for him to open it.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ji instinctively hooked the tab and handed the opened drink to Samael.

But the other person didn't take it; instead, they extended their fingertips and gently traced the metal edge of the drinking spout on the can.

A moment later, a drop of golden-red blood dripped from the cut into the energy drink.

"Drink up, it's still early on this journey."

The man smiled slightly and pushed the spiked drink to Arcueid next to him.

As the incredibly tempting aroma filled his nostrils, Arcueid, who had been somewhat drowsy, suddenly became excited, his eyes glazed over, and his throat moved slightly. Finally, unable to resist the temptation, he snatched the can and drank the special beverage in large gulps.

Whew! That feels so good!

Soon after, Arcueid tossed the empty can into the back seat, leaned back lazily, and felt a pleasant sensation throughout her body, as if she were soaking in warm water. A slight blush rose on her pretty face, making her look radiant.

Even their souls seemed to tremble with joy, clearly deriving immense pleasure from the delicious food they had ingested.

But I still want more!

After the pleasure, there was an even stronger emptiness and an insatiable appetite; every muscle and every bone seemed to be gnawed at by insects.

"...Still not full?"

Samael looked at Arcueid, who had unknowingly moved closer to the side of his neck, and sighed softly.

"It's almost a full moon..."

Arcueid lowered her head, pursed her cherry lips, and answered dryly.

As is well known, the natural phenomenon of tides rising and falling is related to the phases of the moon.

Simply put, the moon's gravity has a special effect on the liquids on Earth's surface, and this effect is particularly pronounced during a full moon.

Therefore, the gravitational pull of the full moon also has a tidal effect on the body's blood flow, causing blood to surge upwards, which often makes people irritable and easily angered. This is one of the reasons why crime rates soar during the full moon.

Similarly, werewolves and vampires are both bloodthirsty creatures and are particularly sensitive to blood. When the moon's gravity causes the blood pressure in their head and neck to exceed a certain threshold, it triggers a bodily reaction, making it easier for their biological instincts to be exposed.

Arcueid, being a genuine vampire, is naturally no exception.

Realizing the problem, Samael casually pulled out a can of energy drink again, added a drop of blood to it, and handed it to the princess next to him.

Although somewhat embarrassed by her own inadequacy, Arcueid hesitated for a moment before finally accepting the gift.

This time, however, she deliberately slowed down her drinking speed and seemed quite depressed.

The setting sun was like blood, and the dark red sunset on the horizon exuded an eerie color. The magnificent scene before him reminded Arcueid of the evening sky before the upheaval in the Thousand-Year City.

Roya!

Scum!

This time, I will absolutely, absolutely kill you!

Arcueid's mind conjured up the image of that damned instigator, and his anger and frustration secretly simmered within him. At the same time, his eyes churned with a blood-red light, turning an eerie crimson that seemed to reflect the ancient starry sky.

After a long journey, as dusk approached, Samael finally drove to the vicinity of the nameless village indicated on the fax.

To avoid alerting the enemy, the two then got out of the car and hid it in the woods, preparing to walk the rest of the way.

"God, please make me grow taller quickly, so I don't lose to that annoying guy!"

At the village entrance, under the brilliant sunset, a little girl, about four or five years old, with brown hair and brown eyes, sat cross-legged on the grass, facing an ancient tree, grinding her teeth in a childish prayer.

"Excuse me……"

The sudden whisper startled the little girl, who had been muttering to herself, and she hurriedly opened her eyes.

Suddenly, a handsome young couple came into the little girl's view.

Elquila pulled the somewhat panicked little girl aside, crouched down slightly, and spoke directly.

"Is there a little girl named Arecia in your village? Where does she live?"

“Aile...Xia? I, I know, she's at the east end of the village, just keep going straight ahead.”

The little girl's eyes darted around, seemingly a little scared. Then, under Arcueid's gaze, she clutched the hem of her clothes tightly and stammered out directions.

"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people, we just want to ask for directions."

Samael smiled, lowered his head and gently stroked the child's head to calm her somewhat frightened heart, and asked her in a gentle and casual manner.

"Oh right, I haven't thanked you yet. What's your name?"

“No…Noyer…”

The brown-haired girl answered cautiously, then turned and ran away from the two of them.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

"Let's go. It's best to get this done before dark. Let's take action as soon as possible."