Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael lowered his head and looked down, gently brushing aside a few stray strands of hair that had fallen across Irisviel's face with his fingertips. He quietly gazed at the Winter Saintess before him, his eyes filled with pity, sighs, affection, and helplessness.

Seemingly sensing that complex gaze, Irisviel, who was fast asleep, let out a soft moan and slowly woke up.

"Oh, did you accidentally fall asleep? How rude of you."

The silver-haired beauty blushed and hastily stood up.

Samael, of course, didn't take it to heart and smiled slightly.

"How did you sleep?"

"It's warm, comfortable, and makes me very happy."

Irisviel, sitting up straight, thought for a moment, then gave a sweet smile and explained shyly.

"I don't know why, but I always felt that you had a very nice and reassuring scent, so I fell asleep without realizing it."

"You might make a mistake if you're too trusting and too easily believe others; you could easily be fooled by bad boys."

The ancient snake smiled and gave a meaningful reminder.

Irisviel sat up straight, her expression solemn.

"I believe you are not!"

"Of course, how could I be a bad boy?"

Samael nodded solemnly in agreement, but before Irisviel could even show a hint of approval in her eyes, someone abruptly changed the subject and launched into a serious and stern protest.

"I'm clearly the worst one!"

"..."

Irisviel was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses and couldn't help but cover her cherry lips and chuckle.

This way of talking is really interesting.

Samael shrugged and muttered to himself.

See? Nobody believes the truth, but everyone takes lies as gospel. What's wrong with this world? I just wanted to be a good person.

Just as the atmosphere inside the room was becoming increasingly cheerful and harmonious, the door was violently kicked open, and Artoria barged in. She looked around, saw the two people sitting close to each other, sniffed, and couldn't help but feel wary and suspicious. She spoke softly.

"you……"

"I didn't do anything! You can't frame me..."

Samael realized something was wrong and instinctively raised his hands to clear his name.

"...Did you secretly eat something good behind my back?"

However, before he could finish speaking, Artoria's question immediately made Samael stumble and fall over the rebuttal he had hastily put together. His cheeks twitched violently, and he mentally complained about the knight king who had discovered his gluttonous side.

So, in your mind, I'm just a meal ticket that you can use anytime, right?

"Hey, what did you say?"

Belatedly realizing what had happened, Artoria recalled the scattered words from earlier and casually asked a question.

"nothing……"'

Samael rolled his eyes and answered listlessly, then glanced at the bulging backpack under the pillow on the bedside table, twitched his lips, and added irritably.

"Besides, we only talked about personal matters all night, and we didn't touch your backpack."

"Hey, the backpack is yours, what does it have to do with me? I really don't understand what you're talking about."

Having her food-hoarding thoughts exposed, Artoria's gaze darted around, and she immediately denied everything three times. After offering a warning, she turned and ran away.

"By the way, Sera and Lizzie have prepared breakfast. I came up to tell you to hurry down and eat."

Watching the gluttonous knight king's retreating figure as he feigned composure and ran away, Samael sighed deeply.

Britain should be destroyed sooner rather than later, I'm tired.

Just as the ancient serpent was secretly complaining, Irisviel, standing to the side, scrutinized her servant and the man in front of her, seemingly lost in thought.

"You seem to know Artoria very well?"

"Although I am not a participant at the moment, I have some understanding of the mechanics of the Holy Grail War."

The ancient serpent murmured softly, its gaze drifting to the red sword-shaped engraving on the back of Irisviel's hand, its tone full of meaning.

"Kavas, the legendary hound of King Arthur, who participated in the hunt for the Demon Boar King Truff Truvis. Such an obscure name, not many people know it. Coupled with her appearance at this time and the things in your hands, her identity is not hard to guess, is it?"

Although Irisviel was surprised by Samael's keen insight, she was not greatly disturbed. It seemed that subconsciously she had long been certain that Saber's identity could not be hidden from the man in front of her.

In fact, the familiarity she mentioned earlier did not refer to their identities, but rather to the feeling between Samael and Saber when they were together.

It was as if there was a familiarity and tacit understanding between them that transcended time.

"Actually, I'm very curious, what kind of holy relic did the Einzbern family use to summon him?"

Samael glanced at Irisviel with a flicker in his eyes, then smiled slightly, quite frankly.

"Of course, this is a secret of the Einzbern family. I understand if it is inconvenient to disclose it."

"Since you've already guessed her identity, it's not a big secret anymore. I trust your character, so I won't hesitate to tell you."

Irisviel shook her head gently, her eyes clear, and then answered in a deep voice.

"The Einzbern family sent men who found the legendary steel-slaying sword—Excalibur—in Britain..."

Upon hearing this, Samael closed his eyes and pondered for a moment before slowly opening them, seemingly lost in thought.

Excalibur, the Holy Sword of the Stars?

Ha, no one knows the true location of this thing better than him.

Similarly, no one knew better than him whether King Arthur was alive or dead.

Now, he is almost 90% certain that he has determined Artoria's true identity.

Fate, oh fate.

The ancient snake shook its head and sighed for a moment, then gathered its thoughts, got up and followed Irisviel downstairs for a meal.

As a magical family that lives in seclusion in Germany's Black Forest, the meals in Einzbernburg continue the tradition of German cuisine. The breakfast is more substantial, with drinks including milk and coffee, and the main course being bread, accompanied by butter, cheese and jam, plus sausages and ham.

However, just as Artoria complained, the portion size was very conservative and the taste was unremarkable. No wonder that Knight King went out for a late-night meal.

After breakfast, Artoria became engrossed in feeding the dogs, while the bored Samael, accompanied by Irisviel, further appreciated the grandeur and exquisite details of the ancient castle.

After clearing the table, the two maids, as usual, went separately into the room to tidy up the bedroom.

At this moment, the dazed and innocent maid, Liselle, stared blankly at the half-open bag of potato chips on the table, somewhat lost in thought.

What's this?

Confused, the maid picked up a potato chip. Her nostrils flared, and a strong aroma of seasoning and frying filled her nostrils. Then, as if possessed, the girl picked up a potato chip, put it in her mouth, and chewed it with a crunching sound.

"Excessive oil content...unhealthy...junk food!"

Soon, using herself as a test subject, Lisellete solemnly drew her conclusion.

"Eliminate! Eliminate!"

The maid, with a cold expression, decisively rendered a fair judgment on the half-pack of snacks in front of her.

After a series of crunching sounds, the empty plastic bag was stuffed into the trash can. The maid licked her cherry lips with lingering satisfaction, and a hint of... regret appeared in her empty gaze.

However, when those scarlet eyes noticed the bulging backpack under the pillow and the faint smell of grease, they suddenly gleamed.

Once the cleaning was complete, the pungent smell of grease vanished from the room, and an empty backpack was neatly folded and hung upright in the wardrobe by the bed.

Having taken precautions and successfully completed her mission, the maid gracefully departed.

As night fell, an angry roar echoed throughout Eindzbernburg, like the mournful howl of a dragon whose home had been stolen.

"I have such a big backpack! Who! Who touched my snacks!"

Chapter 139 The Feast of the Gods, the Heavenly Supper (4.1k)

Late at night, in the bedroom.

Hearing the commotion, Samael and Irisviel rushed to the scene of the crime, only to see a certain knight king whose home had been robbed, picking up his empty backpack and glaring angrily at the two maids who were waiting in the same spot, his expression full of resentment.

Good grief, you've managed to lick the bag of a gluttonous king! You're practically pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth!

After a brief inquiry and a general understanding of what had happened, Samael looked at Liselite, who was waiting to be trained with a tuft of slightly curly sideburns peeking out to her left, and looked at her with great admiration.

"Never mind, it's just that I brought the things without permission and they weren't checked. They were just following procedures. It was an accident, nothing serious."

Seeing the situation at a standstill, Samael stepped in to smooth things over, taking the initiative to take responsibility and exonerate Liselite who had made the mistake, while also offering compensation to appease the Knight King who was heartbroken at losing his food supplies.

"How about this, I see that the castle is lacking a lot of daily necessities, so let's go to the city to buy them together tomorrow."

As she spoke, the ancient snake turned to Irisviel beside her and winked furtively.

"If there's a need, you can buy anything, right, Alice?"

"Well, of course no problem."

Irisviel, who was struggling with how to mediate the situation, smiled slightly and nodded in agreement when she saw the atmosphere on the field ease.

"OK then."

Upon hearing this, Artoria quickly calmed her anger in the face of such blatant temptation and nodded in agreement.

After dealing with the Knight King, Samael turned to Irisviel beside him and made a suggestion with a smile.

"Why don't you come along, Alice?"

"Me? I can do it too?"

The silver-haired beauty was slightly taken aback. When she came to her senses, she felt a mix of joy at escaping her cage and trepidation at being relieved of her responsibilities.

"We might have bought a lot of things, so we'll need to use the car in the yard on the way. You happen to know how to drive it."

Samael blinked and casually added a legitimate reason.

Although Artoria, who had been bribed, had some doubts about her Master's premature exposure, she ultimately chose to acquiesce under the temptation of snacks.

As for Lizzie and Sera, who were previously in charge of shopping, the two maids had just made a mistake, so they should naturally stay in the castle and reflect on their actions.

"Ok!"

Now that there were no more obstacles, Irisviel no longer hesitated and nodded happily, her pretty face filled with excitement.

"Then it's settled!"

After reaching a pleasant consensus, Samael saw off his two teammates who were full of anticipation for tomorrow's itinerary, closed the doors and windows, snapped his fingers lightly, and curled the corners of his lips into a smile.

Everyone's happy, perfect!

Just as the ancient serpent was pondering the specific arrangements for entering Fuyuki City tomorrow, the door creaked open, and two maids who had left returned, pushing a food cart into the room and serving a prepared hot drink and snacks.

Samael stared in surprise at the two maids who stood before him like pillars, expressionless.

"I don't think I ordered anything?"

"Alice said..."

"We should express our gratitude for your help; this is a token of our appreciation..."

The two maids, one on the left and one on the right, spoke one after the other, like repeating machines relaying words.

Thank you, I appreciate the thought, but why drink coffee so late at night?

Samael looked at the black coffee in the pot that was reminding the brain, and suddenly felt a bit amused and exasperated.

Just as the ancient snake was considering how to decline, Sera hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, picked up the coffee pot, and looked intently at the man in front of her. Her blood-red eyes seemed to ripple with a faint emotion. After a long pause, she opened her lips and spoke in a low voice.

"Thank you for making Alice...so happy..."

"You're welcome."

Samael paused for a moment, then nodded with a smile, raised his hand to the cup, and accepted the steaming hot drink.

It seems that this gift was not only Alice's instruction, but also the maid's own will.

However, before the two could exchange more than a few words, Lyselle, who was standing to the side looking bored, couldn't help but yawn and mutter something.

"Sera, can we go now? I'm so sleepy..."

"boom!"