Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Even Kirei Kotomine himself found it difficult to answer.

In their brief lives, the man loved the woman.

The woman also tried her best to love the man, treating him like a child.

However, the result remains the same.

Happiness for men is pain for women; it's nothing but despair.

The more a man desires love, the more he loves; though it may only bring pain to the one he loves, it can be a form of salvation for him.

The man didn't find this contradiction painful at all. Perhaps he couldn't even distinguish pain anymore.

However, the more a woman tries to heal herself, the more he wants to see her sigh.

The woman was a saint. Although she was ill, according to the men, she was truly a saint.

Women have considerable confidence, and needless to say, they can understand men's anger.

Her keen insight may have allowed her to see through her husband's true nature long ago, yet she still held onto hope and chose to endure it.

Someone who can understand themselves so well and wants to heal themselves.

Even this woman cannot fill the void in her own body.

In this world, what is there left to believe in, what is there to rely on?

Therefore, the man's despair deepened even further.

Judging by the timeline, this couple, who are tormenting each other, are now falling into the abyss of collapse and self-destruction.

The nurse, who was not very familiar with the situation, took the initiative to break the silence and kindly offered some advice.

"By the way, the formal ward rounds will take some time, but there's no rush. Father, why don't you go downstairs and buy some breakfast first?"

"Ok."

Kirei Kotomine, sitting on the edge of the bed, nodded slightly but did not get up, his gaze shifting...

What a weirdo.

As the shift handover time approached, the young nurse didn't linger. She shook her head, picked up her notebook, and turned to leave.

As the medical staff closed the door and walked away, the atmosphere inside became eerie and stagnant once again.

The couple by the bed would occasionally glance at the figure in the corner taking care of their child. Even after a night, their chaotic thoughts and pounding hearts still couldn't calm down.

"Qili, why aren't you going to buy breakfast? What are you looking at me for? I can't fill my stomach."

Noticing the horrified gaze falling on him, Samael put down the sleeping Karen, rolled his eyes helplessly, and turned to complain.

Kirei Kotomine glanced down at his ailing wife, frowned slightly, and did not move.

Despite the priest's apprehension and wariness, Samael remained unperturbed, smiling as he approached the bedside, picked up an apple, gently sniffed it, and spoke leisurely.

"If I really wanted to do something, would you have the right to resist?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Kirei Kotomine fell silent.

It seems so...

"Kiri, I want to eat macaroni and cheesecake."

The kind and gentle Lady Ziyang was the first to speak with a smile, breaking the silence in the ward and cleverly paving the way for her husband.

Kirei Kotomine hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked toward the door after his wife gave him a comforting look.

"and many more!"

However, as soon as Kirei Kotomine took a step, a deep shout came from behind him.

The sudden turn of events caused the priest to instinctively tense his nerves and muscles, adopting a fighting stance.

"Me too! A cup of Italian wine with 70% sugar, and a sturgeon pizza. Remember, the one across the street from the hospital. Tell the chef not to add ginger for seasoning, I hate that stuff, don't buy the wrong one."

Instantly, Kirei Kotomine, who thought some cunning and treacherous demon was about to launch an attack, heard the narration and his facial muscles twitched violently.

"What's wrong? I asked you to bring breakfast, and you're so reluctant. I saved your family last night, didn't I?"

The ancient snake took a bite of the apple and muttered resentfully.

Upon hearing this, Kirei Kotomine's expression became even more varied and uncontrollable.

In the end, the priest nodded stiffly, betraying the Lord's teachings and satisfying the devil's demands, and got up to go downstairs.

Watching the chosen errand boy walk away, Samael sat down at the table with great satisfaction, slowly peeling an apple and speaking casually.

"If you have any questions, ask me now while I'm in a good mood."

Claudia, who had hesitated several times before finally speaking from her sickbed, gently bit her cherry lips, slowly released the crucifix her husband had placed in her hand before he left, and spoke softly.

"You are easier to get along with than I expected."

"Before my initial fall, I was an angel."

Samael smiled, picked up an apple, and patiently peeled it.

Faced with such a kind "devil," Claudia pondered for a moment before hesitating to speak.

"Could you tell me what you desire that you have come here?"

"If I said I was just traveling and happened to be passing by, would you believe me?"

"..."

Even the gentle and mild-mannered Claudia couldn't hide her "you're kidding me" expression upon hearing this answer; her wariness remained.

After all, this is a demon!

No, to be precise, it's the King of Demons!

It bewitched billions of souls, bringing about the initial fall, and is the most cunning, insidious, and evil one in hell!

"Fine, I knew this would be the outcome. Just consider me one of those scumbags, all here for your daughter."

Samael caught a glimpse of the Christian's obvious disbelief, rolled his eyes in annoyance, shook his head, and turned to look at the sleeping baby girl in the cradle, grinning maliciously.

"After all, such pure mediums are very popular with demons..."

"What about Karen after that?"

Claudia looked at her poor daughter and clutched her chest, startled.

"Don't worry, with this mark, no other demon would dare to touch my things."

The ancient snake raised its hand and pointed to a faint snake-shaped mark on the back of Karen's neck. The corners of its lips curled up slightly, and its smile was very pleasant.

Claudia thought for a moment, then spoke thoughtfully.

"Like a lion urinating on its territory to declare its sovereignty?"

"..."

Samael's wicked smile froze slightly.

Madam, that's a wonderful analogy...

Seemingly also a metaphor for her mother, but with some dissatisfaction, Karen, in her cradle, wakes up from her dream and cries loudly.

What a difficult little girl! Samael shook his head, got up, and picked up the fussy little Karen from the cradle.

After being teased several times, the little guy, sucking juice from a small piece of apple, finally stopped crying and started laughing, obediently staying in the arms of the demon king and enjoying the hospitality.

"Karen seems to like you very much..."

Claudia was unable to stay with her children for long periods due to health reasons, and her husband was a cold person who rarely made such gestures unless necessary.

Looking at the two figures, one big and one small, getting along harmoniously, Claudia felt a mix of envy and guilt. A sudden thought popped into her head, and she blurted it out.

"Why don't you become this child's godfather?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked at each other and were both stunned.

Chapter 121 Demon King, Neglecting Your Duties! (4.2k)

There's an Italian proverb: "The world is too dangerous; a child must have two fathers."

Therefore, when a child reaches a certain age, the father will ask a respected and authoritative person or friend in the local area to act as the child's godfather.

Godfathers are generally spiritual leaders, and if chosen correctly, they can provide a great deal of help to children on their life's journey.

As an Italian, she couldn't help but follow this tradition.

However, Claudia never expected that, on a whim, she would suddenly have the idea to ask the devil for his opinion.

Samael observed the person opposite him with interest. Claudia snapped out of her daze, a hint of annoyance and unease flashing in her eyes, but she quickly pursed her lips and her expression remained unchanged.

"I'm a demon, aren't you afraid..."

The ancient snake gave a playful warning, its tone drawn out, its vertical pupils, representing evil, opening and closing eerily.

"If even Karen isn't afraid, what do I have to be afraid of?"

Claudia glanced at the serpent demon with a chilling aura before her, then looked down at her daughter, who was fussing in his arms, and smiled gently, her eyes clear and bright.

"Besides, as you said, if you really want to do something, Kirei and I have no power to stop you. Karen is only alive because of you, so why should I make these futile struggles?"

For some reason, the demon before her was not only completely different from the records in the ancient books, but also gave her a strange sense of reliability.

Claudia had a vague sense of certainty—this Demon Lord would not harm Kallen.

A woman's sixth sense? It's truly amazing...

Realizing that Claudia had seen through his disguise, Samael couldn't help but marvel and look on with admiration.

"Madam, I'm surprised, you're more perceptive than I expected."

"You are much gentler than I expected."

The white-haired woman lightly covered her cherry lips and winked with a smile.

She possesses the wisdom of a saint and the playfulness of a young girl.

"Don't flatter me, I have no interest in helping you take care of your child."

Samael took a bite of the juicy apple, unmoved, and gave a soft snort of refusal.

So it really doesn't work?

Just as Claudia was feeling a little melancholy, another peeled apple was tossed into her hand.

The devil abruptly changed the subject, his lips curving upwards in a pleased smile.

"However, guarding one's own offerings and protecting one's own territory is another matter entirely."

Claudia was stunned for a moment, then gradually understood, and her worry turned into joy.

"Snapped……"

However, before Claudia could calm down, a crisp slap echoed in the ward.

Two heads drooped stiffly, four bewildered gazes fixed on a small hand that was patting the Demon King's smiling face.

The ancient snake, who had been unexpectedly humiliated, tried his best to maintain his composure, forcing a smile onto his face as he patiently began to teach.

"Karen, isn't what you're doing wrong...?"

This softness, this feel, ah...

But at this moment, the golden eyes in the swaddling clothes looked at its own little hands, then at the handsome face that had come closer, and its pupils gradually overflowed with excitement, as if it had caught a new and interesting toy. Its chubby paws then lashed out at Samael's face one after another.

"Clap clap clap!"

The crisp sound echoed continuously in the ward; although it caused no harm, it was extremely insulting.

Samael's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He looked down at the little girl in his arms, whose face was flushed with excitement and who had clearly awakened some special hobby. His lips twitched violently.

You and your dad are just alike—pleasantly sadistic.

Crumbs!

While the ancient snake silently complained, it expressionlessly swatted away the little paw that was wreaking havoc on its face, and then retaliated by pinching Karen's chubby little face.

Only when the little girl, writhing in pain and with tears welling in her eyes, shrank back into her swaddling clothes, did the victorious Demon King finally cease hostilities, feeling quite pleased with himself.