Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"So, what do you want to teach me?"

During the chilling interrogation, a pair of nightmarish golden vertical pupils opened and closed, revealing the characteristics of a reptile.

The invisible pressure almost squeezed their hearts, causing the animals that were howling on the ground to fall silent, their bodies trembling like leaves. The sound of dripping water and the strong smell of urine followed.

At this moment, the lustful beast suddenly realized that he had not encountered a little lamb, but a giant dragon.

"Wang Wang..."

At this moment, the Samoyed, now freed, saw that familiar figure and limped over to Artoria, gently rubbing against the knight girl's trouser leg and whimpering pitifully.

Artoria snapped out of her daze, bent down to pick up the little one in front of her, examined him carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a minor injury to my calf and some bruises on my body, but otherwise, I'm fine.

Then they...

Artoria turned to look at the groaning livestock on the ground and frowned.

Samael stepped out of the shadows and asked casually.

"what happened?"

“Alice said that the action should adhere to the parliament’s principles: treat the flock kindly.”

Artoria frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then gave a soft snort of annoyance.

"According to your regulations, those who control mysterious individuals can only take necessary and legitimate self-defense measures when their lives are threatened; otherwise, they will be hunted down by the Council's disciplinary knights."

"It seems like there is such a thing..."

Samael glanced to the side, touched the bridge of his nose, and answered with a dry cough.

The monsters before them seemed to have opened the door to life for them. Driven by their survival instincts, the trembling livestock on the ground wept and repented.

"Yes, yes, yes! We didn't do it on purpose, we just wanted to play with it, just for fun..."

"We won't dare again, we won't dare again!"

"Help! I don't want to die..."

"We haven't done anything yet, please, don't kill me!"

Amidst the crowd's earnest pleas and cries, Artoria wavered somewhat.

"So, according to your rules, how should this kind of thing be handled?"

"Indecent assault and animal cruelty do not warrant the death penalty..."

The ancient serpent shrugged and, upholding justice, gave its answer.

That's right! That makes sense!

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Samael smiled and stepped forward, bent down to pick up a pebble from the ground, tossed it in his hand, and then threw it at the criminals lying on the ground.

What's he doing? Is he venting his anger?

Just as the people who had fallen to the ground were looking bewildered, the stones that had been flying toward them suddenly and strangely stopped in mid-air.

"Whoosh!"

Immediately afterwards, the pebble flew backward with a sharp whistling sound, striking the original thrower.

"puff!"

Samael turned his head, and the stone, carrying terrifying force, pierced straight through the tree trunk behind him.

"However, you see..."

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, the ancient serpent turned its head, smiling as it looked at the penitents on the ground, its lips curving upwards.

"Now, we are acting in self-defense."

At the same time, several runes that appeared from the air crashed to the ground like a meteor shower, becoming the final backdrop in the eyes of the sinners.

Of course, along with them disappeared that collective cry of grief and indignation.

Grass!

Chapter 137 A Stable Triangular Relationship (4.2k)

"Didn't you say they didn't deserve to die?"

In the park, Artoria stared in astonishment at the deep pit emitting blue smoke in front of her.

She didn't feel any pity for these scoundrels with ulterior motives. According to the laws of ancient Britain, one had every right to kill someone who offended the monarch, let alone the fact that these people wanted to harm her.

However, since they have brought the spirits to this era, they should abide by the corresponding rules to avoid causing unnecessary trouble for their masters before the war even begins.

"According to secular laws, that's correct."

At this moment, the ancient serpent heard Artoria's question, nodded with a smile, and then spread its hands, looking very innocent.

"But I'm a magician. You saw it yourself, they attacked first."

I believe you!

Artoria gradually came to her senses, and couldn't help but glance disdainfully at the guy who was "objectively" stating the facts. She gave a light snort of annoyance, but a hint of worry was revealed deep in her eyes.

"Aren't you afraid the parliament will cause you trouble?"

“I am a law-abiding citizen, and all my actions have strictly adhered to the principles of the mysterious world. I was only forced to take necessary ‘self-defense’ when my life was threatened.”

Samael blinked and replied seriously, his eyes showing little emotion despite the few more lives he had taken.

Animal abuse was certainly not the cause of their deaths; it was their predatory behavior towards lone women.

If it weren't Artoria who we encountered tonight, but some other defenseless victim, they might have already dragged her into the grove and raped her.

Furthermore, judging from their skill in blocking the road from both sides and taking direct action, they have probably done this more than once.

Even so, according to secular law, they would only face a few years of imprisonment at most.

But sorry, the group that controls the mystery isn't so easygoing.

That's right, the council does have the aim of protecting sheep, and the rules were set by them. Even Artoria is somewhat wary of the council's potential accountability.

However, the ancient serpent had no intention of taming the magician into a law-abiding moral exemplar.

Not everyone in the flock is eligible to be covered by this protection agreement.

The name Samael has never been an embodiment of fairness and justice, but rather the divine will that maintains the balance between human secular and mystical forces.

According to human law, they do not deserve to die; but God's will can still determine their life or death.

Since you've already run into this mess, there's no need to complain.

Therefore, from the moment they revealed their evil intentions, Samael had already sentenced them to death in his mind.

Moreover, compared to the previous harsh environment where magicians would casually kill off witnesses in order to conceal their mystery, this was a far cry from the previous situation.

Under his rule, the mysterious world has become quite orderly.

Of course, as the creator of the laws of the mysterious world, he also follows the rules.

Not only did they thoughtfully complete the procedures, but they also came up with a special reason to make the move.

Even if Themis herself came to judge him, some scheming snake that crawled under the skirt of the goddess of justice would be confident that he could defend himself and be exonerated.

After all, since he can make the rules, he won't be easily bound by them.

At this moment, Artoria frowned and pondered for a moment, then stepped forward, gathering a sword light in her hand, and casually slashed around the pit, the dust she stirred up filling in the marks.

"Tch, don't make things so complicated in the future!"

After finishing, the knight girl put on a stern face and snorted at the main culprit behind her who was acting all relaxed, but as she approached the end, her tone softened.

"Also, if those blind bastards in the council cause trouble, just mention my name."

"...Well, I think the parliament is quite reasonable."

Samael looked at the accomplice who had volunteered to take the blame, raised his hand to lightly touch the slightly itchy bridge of his nose, his eyes flickered, and he coughed dryly in response.

Fortunately, Artoria was unaware that the bastard who set this ridiculous rule and prevented her from having a good time killing people was right in front of her.

In reality, the principle of protecting the sheep was not as strong or rigid as Artoria imagined.

Irisviel, fresh out of the castle, was too young and naive; she had no idea of ​​the intricacies and wickedness of human nature within.

Even after thousands of years of development, human society is still divided into classes and hierarchical groups, and there are many privileged groups who can reasonably and legally manipulate the law.

How could one expect a magician from the mysterious world, who is born with extraordinary powers, to obediently act like a lamb?

Therefore, among the many cases handled by the parliament, some clever magicians have used similar methods to lure and kill a few scumbags who have had enough of living.

In such cases, as long as the other party doesn't go too far, the council, acting as a mediator between secular and mystical forces, will generally turn a blind eye.

"Wang Woo!"

Just as the two accomplices were working together to deal with the crime scene, a white Samoyed emerged from the bushes, excitedly snuggled into Artoria's arms, and whimpered as it placed something it had been biting in its mouth into the knight girl's palm.

As she felt the cool touch against her skin, Artoria looked down and was somewhat surprised.

"These are...my car keys? How did they end up with you?"

Samael glanced at the motorcycle that seemed to have been moved slightly by the roadside ahead, and suddenly realized what was going on. He smiled and squatted down to rub the white Samoyed's head.

"Now I know why these guys were doing nothing but bullying you late at night—you're the one who stole your car keys, aren't you?"

"Wang Wang!"

The white Samoyed barked with its tongue lolling out, its adorable, blank expression masking the intelligence gleaming in its eyes.

"They actually dared to covet my mount! Alice just bought it for me! How dare they! They're getting it too easy!"

Realizing that she had roughly passed by, Artoria gritted her teeth and glared fiercely.

"Wang Woo!"

The white Samoyed, who had almost lost its life, couldn't help but hide behind Artoria, baring its teeth and growling at the newly filled hole in the ground, much like a hunting dog, displaying a silly and cute fierce look of sharing the same hatred as its owner.

Moved by his beloved dog, the knight king solemnly lifted the Samoyed's two front legs, looked seriously at the upright dog in front of him, and generously gave it a reward.

"Well done, King Cavas II! I will remember your loyalty! In recognition of your merit, I have decided to reward you with a family bucket tomorrow!"

With its owner's promise, the white Samoyed drooled and circled around Artoria even more excitedly.

It must be said that the British tradition of loving dogs probably has historical roots.

Samael watched the man and dog interacting happily under the lamppost, and his mood, which had been ruined by a few idiots, improved considerably. He then smiled and offered a reminder.

“I said, if you like it so much, why don’t you take it home and raise it?”

Upon hearing this, Artoria was initially tempted, but then her eyes showed hesitation.

"But what about the castle..."

Bringing Kavas II back to the Forest Workshop, the dog's barking and unexpected activities could increase the risk of exposure in secluded locations, thereby affecting the Master's safety. For a knight, this would be reckless and derelict in his duty.

"Alice will understand."

Samael smiled, gave a firm guarantee, and then pointed meaningfully to the newly filled pit on the ground, his tone low.

"Moreover, leaving it here alone means that something similar might happen again..."

"That's right, that's good too."

Upon hearing this, Artoria's expression hardened. Without further hesitation, she nodded seriously, then got up, drove her motorcycle over, and gestured for Samael to pick up the dog.

"You too, come back to Eindzbernburg with me tonight!"

"what?"

The sudden invitation caught Samael off guard.

"What do you mean 'ah'? We don't even know if the council has intervened in Fuyuki City's affairs yet. Why don't you go and stay in the castle for a few days first?"

Artoria rolled her eyes at one of the main culprits, gave a light snort of annoyance, then paused and casually added a sentence.

"Perfect timing, Alice also wants to see you."

Alice, do you want to see me?

Samael, somewhat bewildered, was pulled into the back seat by Artoria before he could even ask for clarification.

"Sit down!"