Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Seeing that Lisellete showed no remorse for being the ringleader, Sera, who was gathering her emotions, was interrupted. Her forehead veins bulged and she chopped her companion on the head with a chop.

"Why did you hit me..."

With a loud bang, Lyselette, who had been hit head-on by a hand chop, stood there stunned for a moment before scratching her head somewhat dazedly and giving her thoughts. Her empty eyes looked innocently at her companion.

"..."

Sera looked at her unharmed head, then at her throbbing hands, her face downcast.

Samael, holding his coffee cup, glanced at the scene before him and was both amused and exasperated.

If I remember correctly, the Einzbern family's named homunculi, while similar in appearance, each possess unique intrinsic properties, making them impossible to replicate.

The two maids in front of us have different functions and roughly different roles.

Among them, Sera's emotions are significantly richer, and her expression is more fluent. She can better understand and execute commands, so her function tends to be domestic.

Lyserite is full of three characteristics: she has no brain and no brain. Although she is usually lazy, she has superior performance. With her superhuman strength, she wields an axe and spear with great skill. She can even exchange a few blows with Gilgamesh. She is definitely a combat soldier.

Therefore, it's normal that a domestic service type can't beat a combat type.

"Sierra..."

"Shut up, don't say a word!"

"But it's so heavy, my shoulders are so sore..."

At this moment, Liselle, who didn't seem very bright, held her hands in front of her chest and muttered something under her breath.

Upon hearing this, Samael's eyes shifted downwards, his gaze involuntarily falling on the two budding mounds of flesh on the maid's chest, and his lips twitched slightly.

Now he roughly understands why the future Lyselette is a super-sized bust, while Sera, of the same size, is flat-chested.

People are not rich without windfall, and horses are neither night nor fat.

Lazy and gluttonous, with excess nutrients stored up, how could they not develop properly?

"boom!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Sera raised her hand and delivered another powerful blow to the head.

But unsurprisingly, the guy on the other side scratched his head blankly, looking even more sleepy, while Sera's arm was numb.

The tremor even reached his other arm, causing the fingers holding the coffee pot to tremble slightly.

"I've already received the thank-you gift; I'll take care of the rest myself."

Seeing this, Samael couldn't help but smile, took the coffee pot from Sera, and helped her out of her predicament, while giving her a comforting look with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of Alice when we go out tomorrow. It's getting late, you should all go and rest."

"Ah."

Upon hearing the promise, Sera showed no obvious emotional fluctuation, but her furrowed brows unconsciously relaxed. She then nodded, pulled up Lizzie beside her, and turned to leave.

"Oh, by the way, Liselle, do you want to continue 'eliminating' junk food?"

"where?!"

As a seductive whisper came from behind, the previously listless and emotionless maid suddenly perked up, turned around excitedly, and looked at Samael with shining eyes.

The ancient snake smiled broadly, then winked playfully at the doll-like girl who now appeared much more vibrant.

"Tomorrow, I'll bring your share, so..."

"Anti-annihilation order received. Mission accomplished! I..."

The three-no maid nodded solemnly, her expression serious and her duty unwavering.

"boom!"

However, before Lyselle could even swallow hard and press for further questions, Sera, unable to contain herself any longer, grabbed a metal tray and slammed it hard into the head of the same model that was reverting to its old ways.

"Sorry to bother you, good night."

Then, Sera bowed slightly, and expressionlessly grabbed her companion by the back of her collar, dragging Liselle, who was still casting a determined look at Samael, out the door.

These two kids are surprisingly interesting.

Seeing this, Samael couldn't help but chuckle. He then swirled the coffee in his hand, his gaze deep and the corners of his lips slightly upturned.

The cup is filled with blessings.

Artificially created babies devoutly offer a feast, instinctively regarding [serving] as their primary duty.

So, as a reward for enjoying this [Heavenly Feast], I will baptize your newborns.

As Samael silently chanted, he took a sip of coffee, flicked his left fingers, and two dark streaks of light flashed past, silently disappearing into the back of the two maids' heads, each planting a seed of enlightenment.

The serpent is both a demon that tempts humans to touch taboos and spread original sin, and a deity that enlightens the mind and guides humanity out of Eden.

With this gift, the unblessed babies of Einzbernburg will be able to step out of their swaddling clothes and touch the world with their own feelings.

Under the moonlight, the deity dwelling in darkness smiled slightly, raised a full cup of blessing, and drank it all in one gulp, his body seemingly overflowing with infinite light.

The next day, Artoria got up very early and quickly finished breakfast before impatiently urging the other two to set off.

Samael was fine; he traveled light and was able to leave soon.

However, before the ancient snake could go downstairs, he was pulled into the room by a finger that suddenly reached out from inside the door.

"Samael, which of these dresses is most suitable for going out?"

In the warm-colored bedroom, Irisviel hurriedly pulled Samael in front of the dressing mirror and anxiously asked her questions.

This first official trip in nine years was of great significance to Irisviel, so even just changing clothes was giving her a headache.

Fortunately, she had an advisor who was very familiar with the outside world, which made Irisviel feel somewhat more at ease.

But at that moment, Samael had no interest in Irisviel's open wardrobe.

Because of that action, the jade-like bare feet stepping on the floor, the white silk nightgown slipping off the shoulder strap, and the spring scenery faintly visible beneath, made the ancient snake's gaze wander and his heart fluctuate as he muttered to himself.

Alice, even if you don't respect my race, you should at least respect my gender.

Fortunately, the seasoned snake quickly took a deep breath, adjusted its mindset, and gave professional advice in a serious manner.

"This outfit is a pass. The Cossack hat and white high-grade fur coat are winter clothes. Wearing this out in the summer or autumn season is too conspicuous and you'll easily be seen as a weirdo."

"This won't do; there are too many patterns, and it doesn't suit your style!"

"Why is there a kimono and a Western-style dress? The styles don't match..."

"Wait, why are you wearing the Heavenly Garment too?"

Of course, as a professional dressing consultant, Samael was naturally obliged to be present to assist during the clothing changes, handing out new outfits one by one to the changing room separated by a glass partition, and carefully admiring the Winter Saintess in different styles of dress.

Finally, after a thorough review and advice from professionals, Irisviel changed into a red high-class Western dress and prepared a pink Japanese-style outfit with wooden clogs as an alternative style for the future. Then, she happily took Samael's arm and went out satisfied.

Similarly, the ancient serpent was quite satisfied.

After all, helping others is the source of happiness.

"Hey! You two, it's been over an hour, aren't you going to leave yet?!"

Finally, after Artoria's unbearable complaints, Irisviel snapped out of her daze, hurriedly went downstairs, got into the driver's seat, stepped on the accelerator, and decisively started the black Mercedes in the castle.

Suddenly, the familiar feeling of weightlessness swept over him again, constantly cleansing the soul of the deity in the passenger seat.

That feeling, that's it! Fifth gear!

What's even more infuriating is that he has a feeling that this car from the Einzbern family has been modified with alchemy! It can guide ether and output hybrid power?

"laugh!"

With a screeching sound of rubber tires, the black Mercedes sped out of the dense forest, leaving two charred tracks on the highway, cutting a tight line across the guardrail near the steep cliff.

Good heavens! Why did they let her drive that car?!

Samael gripped the armrests of the seat tightly with both hands, his muscles tense, his nerves like a bowstring about to snap, his eyes reflecting the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window, and the sound of the sturdy German car creaking in his ears.

It seems that this thing is already overburdened and could fall apart at any moment.

Damn, I accidentally released this road menace who had awakened the spirit of an old driver. My apologies.

Feeling a pang of guilt, Samael secretly began to gather his magic, considering how he could save the day if the car accident happened, so as to avoid causing a lot of deaths and injuries and making tomorrow's headlines.

Whether it was the prayers that worked or Irisviel was a natural-born driver, the black Mercedes speeding towards the city center emerged completely unscathed.

After entering the suburbs, Samael did not hesitate to grab the steering wheel and replace Irisviel, the reckless road hazard.

Of course, the reasons he gave were also impeccable.

Of the three people in the car, only he had a driver's license and was a law-abiding citizen. The other two, if they encountered traffic police in broad daylight, would definitely have their vehicle impounded and be taken away, and their travel plans would be completely ruined.

With her hobby taken away, Irisviel could only obediently stay in the passenger seat, roll down the window, and watch the scenery on both sides of the road.

However, as her surging emotions gradually subsided, the Winter Saintess, who was going out for the first time, was soon attracted by all sorts of novel things along the way, and frequently turned her head to ask questions.

Samael, of course, spoke freely and frankly, and from time to time added humorous metaphors and descriptions.

As the two engaged in a witty and engaging exchange, Irisviel's restless heart inexplicably calmed down. She rested her chin on her hand, gazing quietly at the man's profile beside her, a bright smile on her face.

She suddenly realized that it would be nice to drive slowly on this journey.

Chapter 140 Saving Yourself (4.4k)

Inside the mall, as soon as she arrived at her destination, Artoria headed straight for the food section, tossing bags and packages into her shopping cart.

Irisviel, strolling around nearby, would stop and start, pulling Samael aside to ask her all sorts of questions, like a butterfly flitting through a flowerbed, full of curiosity about everything unknown.

The ancient serpent followed quietly behind the silver-haired beauty, responding with a smile, like an angel spreading its wings in the darkness.

The two walked together, from the food section to the lifestyle section, and then to the clothing section.

Looking at the colorful fabrics, Irisviel's shopping instincts were immediately aroused, and she excitedly pulled Samael next to her to pick out new clothes for him.

Sure enough, buying clothes is an essential activity for women when shopping.

However, since he had promised to accompany Irisviel on a tour of the city, Samael could only obediently act as a clothes hanger, letting the silver-haired beauty in front of him enthusiastically try on all sorts of clothes and admire them.

Finally, after trying more than a dozen unconventional and fashionable combinations, his ordeal came to an end.

As the two walked out of a row of clothing stores, Gu She had changed out of his casual clothes into a black trench coat that added a touch of coldness and mystery, and he was carrying several paper bags full of goods.

Inside were not only his clothes that he had changed out of, but also several other seasonal outfits that Alice had chosen for Artoria.

Meanwhile, Artoria, who was frantically moving the reserve grain, had almost filled the Mercedes-Benz to the brim.

"It's still early, how about we go see a movie?"

As they walked out of the mall, Samael pointed to the sun, which was still below midday, and made a smiling suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Irisviel's eyes lit up, her red pupils overflowing with anticipation.

"Didn't we say we were only procuring supplies?"

But Artoria, who was standing to the side, frowned when she heard that the itinerary had changed.

Samael smiled, his eyes narrowed, his tone incredibly seductive.

"I heard there's a really famous buffet restaurant near the movie theater."

"A buffet restaurant?"

"It's a place where you pay a fixed fee for a meal and can enjoy unlimited food. We ate there right after watching the movie."

As the whispers in her ear reached her ears, Artoria swallowed hard, her face filled with longing. Then, she snapped out of her reverie, her expression turning serious as she nodded solemnly.

"That's true, it's almost noon."

"I'll go get the car!"

Suddenly, seeing the unexpected turn of events, Irisviel excitedly jumped into the car, ready to head to the legendary movie theater.

Of course, this volunteer suggestion was unanimously stopped by Samael and Artoria, and Samael remained the driver.

Several hours later, the three drove to the movie theater. Samael, the only one familiar with the process, took Irisviel's place to buy tickets and choose topics, while Artoria was sent to buy popcorn and cola.

Whether by coincidence or not, Irisviel immediately chose a gothic film that Fuyuki City had just imported from the United States, Tim Burton's "Edward Scissorhands".

With everything ready, Samael, along with the two novices, found their seats and took their places.

Soon, as the lights were turned off, the viewing room became dim and quiet, and the projector's light shone onto the large screen.

Irisviel stared intently at the changing images, completely absorbed in this novel experience. Her emotions rose and fell with the unfolding plot, and her restless fingers unconsciously gripped Samael's hand, tightening their hold.