Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

He wasn't used to that kind of cloudy tea; he preferred clear tea.

The only pity is that this Westernization only stayed at the basic level of clothing, food, housing and transportation. When it came to more advanced things and concepts such as electrical appliances and technology, the Tohsaka family member still stubbornly adhered to the tradition and pride of a magician.

Well, everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't force them.

Samael shook his head, too lazy to argue with his Master about such trivial matters. He casually picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of warm black tea.

A warm current flowed down my stomach, bringing a comforting warmth to my stomach that had been ravaged by the previous night.

Ah, that feels so good!

The ancient snake relaxed its slightly furrowed brows, exhaled a long breath, and looked completely at ease.

Now that the eating contest has been settled, there will naturally be no more twists and turns.

However, after eating more than a dozen bowls of hellish mapo noodles and drinking a bottle of realgar wine that had been buried for who knows how many years, even Samael was starting to feel the effects.

Finally, it was his close friend Tokiomi Tohsaka who helped him onto the stage to welcome the Holy Grail Drop.

Incidentally, to increase the fun and realism of the game, the organizers also prepared corresponding prizes for the second and third place winners, which is better than nothing.

What Artoria received was a VIP card valid at KFC in the shopping district, guaranteeing that every day would be a crazy Thursday.

Koyanskaya received a hundred free vouchers for Mapo Ramen, enough for her to eat for a while.

However, after receiving the reward, the scumbag fox, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, tore up the coupons one by one.

It seems that for a long time to come, Mapo noodles will be a taboo word for Koyanskaya.

In addition, the princess and Irisviel each received a plush cat, Arc.

The two were delighted with it and were clearly quite satisfied.

Tsk tsk, this is a world where only foxes get hurt.

Samael took a sip of tea, reminiscing about the hilarious scene of Gao Yangskaya tearing apart the free Mapo Ramen coupon with gritted teeth last night, and almost burst out laughing.

At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka composed himself, put down his teacup, and looked at the person opposite him with a wistful expression, feeling a sense of melancholy.

"They actually... won?"

"Each of the seven Heroic Spirits has its own area of ​​expertise, and I just happened to stumble upon a track that I was more familiar with."

Samael took a bite of a hagi-bi (a type of flatbread) and answered casually.

"It seems we had good luck in the first battle."

Tokiomi Tohsaka nodded, his recently tense nerves easing slightly.

To be honest, the intensity of this Holy Grail War far exceeded his expectations.

Last night's encounter, with just a simple perception, almost suffocated Tokiomi Tohsaka with several powerful magical forces.

However, unexpectedly, the battle was not a contest of strength, but of food.

To my surprise, after a fierce competition, the final winner was actually myself, this inconspicuous and mysterious servant.

Tokiomi Tohsaka shook his head to clear his mind, pondered for a moment, and then turned to Samael to ask a question.

"So, Pretender, what are your plans for the future?"

"Now that the rules of the Holy Grail War have been changed, any additional fighting is pointless. Let's wait and see. Perhaps the next competition will come soon."

Samael gently swirled the black tea in his cup and spoke with a faint smile.

Tokiomi Tohsaka listened attentively and nodded in agreement.

“That makes sense. Let’s take a break for a while and then plan our next move.”

Clearly, the victory in the first competition and the change in the rules of the Holy Grail War gradually broke down Tokiomi Tohsaka's defenses against his Servants, leading him to communicate openly and listen carefully to each other's opinions.

But then, a conflicted look appeared on the man's face.

"only……"

"Unwilling to accept it? And also somewhat...confused?"

Samael glanced at his Master, his dark, deep eyes instantly discerning Tohsaka Tokiomi's thoughts, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"That's right, the shock yesterday was a bit overwhelming. I didn't sleep well all night, and now I don't even know what I've been preparing for all these years!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka pointed to his heavy dark circles and complained in frustration.

He felt acutely that his life had been played by the Holy Grail.

Okay, no need for feeling, it's confirmation.

A hint of mockery flashed across the eyes of one of the instigators, but he quickly straightened his expression, looked down at his teacup, and spoke leisurely.

"Tokiomi, you must have heard of the name Hercules."

"The hero-king of ancient Greece, the legendary Hercules?"

Before summoning the Heroic Spirit, Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had thoroughly studied the myths and epics of various countries, was naturally familiar with this legendary man.

"You may not know that he was also the first 'all-time champion' in the ancient Greek Olympic Games, meaning he won the championship in all events."

Samael smiled, a hint of nostalgia on his face.

Upon hearing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka pondered for a moment and then murmured in realization.

"You mean, in the face of absolute strength, no matter how the method of struggle changes, the winner will always be the winner?"

"Furthermore, the favor and attention from the gods are earned through personal effort."

Samuel paused, downed the warm black tea in his cup in one gulp, and answered with a smile.

"Therefore, hard work is not necessarily in vain; it may come in handy at the right time and in the right place."

Then, the ancient serpent leaned back in its chair, looking down at its master with a meaningful gaze.

"Furthermore, the original essence of the Olympic Games was to offer gifts to the gods in order to gain their favor and blessings."

Therefore, champions often receive gifts from the gods. For example, much of Hercules's equipment was a product of the Olympic Games.

If you can't let go of your pride as a magician, then treat this like an ancient Greek Olympic Games. Your task is to participate alongside the heroes, to win the championship trophy, and to please the gods.

Tokiomi Tohsaka smiled slightly, his expression reserved yet proud.

"Then, like Hercules, through this miracle, break the shackles of fate, reach the source with mortal strength, seek the truth, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods!"

Upon hearing this ambitious addition, Samael, being a deity, paused for a moment, then nodded with pleasure, appreciating this persistence even more.

"That's right, you have ambition!"

Immediately, the two smiled at each other, raised their glasses in a toast, and invited each other to drink.

After a pleasant drinking session, Samael and Tokiomi Tohsaka ended their conversation and went to the living room to prepare for breakfast.

On the way down the spiral staircase, a petite figure with messy hair and a dazed look, rubbing her sleepy eyes with one hand and her rumbling stomach with the other, staggered down the stairs as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Because of her lethargy and lack of concentration, the little girl almost bumped into Samael's arms.

"Rin, what have I taught you! Elegance! Elegance! What kind of behavior is this?!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka's face darkened, and he immediately adopted the posture of a strict father, coldly snorting and reprimanding him.

"Yesterday... I was busy doing my homework and went to bed too late..."

Startled, Rin Tohsaka stood up straight and stammered an explanation, her eyes darting around as she spoke.

Seeing a certain lawless and wicked goddess become as docile as a mouse before a cat in front of her father in this world, Samael, who was watching the show from the sidelines, couldn't help but marvel at the power of bloodline suppression.

"Never mind, hurry back and change your clothes and come down for dinner. Don't be late for school."

Upon hearing that his daughter's outburst was due to "studying hard," Tokiomi Tohsaka's expression softened slightly, and he waved repeatedly, signaling his daughter to go upstairs and tidy herself up before coming down.

Bad luck...

The aftereffects of yesterday's binge eating hadn't completely subsided when Rin Tohsaka was scolded by her father as soon as she stepped out the door. Frustrated, she muttered something and turned to go upstairs.

In the kitchen, Zenjo Aoi, who had gotten up early, had already prepared a bread, fried egg, ham, and warm milk for everyone.

As a woman deeply influenced by traditional Japanese education, Zenjo Aoi is a typical Yamato Nadeshiko-style virtuous wife and loving mother. So, despite her family's comfortable financial situation, she tries her best to cook for her busy husband and growing daughters almost every meal, so that they can enjoy a hot meal made by her own hands.

It has to be said that, excluding his identity as a magician, if he didn't cause any trouble, Tokiomi Tohsaka would definitely be a winner in life.

Unfortunately, some people are destined to be extraordinary.

Good morning, Dad.

As the two entered the restaurant, Sakura Tohsaka, who was sitting quietly at the table, jumped off her chair, greeted her father softly, paused, and then turned her little head to the new face in the family, speaking timidly.

"Uncle Pretender too..."

Their uncle, a distant relative from a family of Finnish magicians, is currently traveling in Fuyuki City and staying at the Tohsaka residence for a while...

These are the identities that Tokiomi Tohsaka assigned to him.

Its prototype is based on the family line of the famous Finnish magic family, the Edelfelt family, which is the family to which Luviacelinta Edelfelt, the future "Lady Crane," belongs. The Tohsaka family does indeed have such a relative.

However, due to the grudges between their ancestors, the two families have basically no contact.

It seems that this identity is half true and half false.

But in a sense, he might actually be able to be Rin Tohsaka and Sakura Tohsaka's uncle.

If I'm not mistaken, according to the original history, the future head of the Edelfelt family, Luvia, the distant cousin of Rin and Sakura Tohsaka, will inherit the divinity of Astraea, the daughter of the goddess of justice Themis.

And he was Themis's husband.

If this comes true, he will probably have two more nieces.

Of course, besides that, there is another relative one can rely on.

He is the son of the mother goddess Tiamat, and Ereshkigal and Rin, who are the creations of the split divinity of the mother goddess Tiamat, are his nominal older sisters.

In this way, he might be considered Sakura Tohsaka's older brother in some way...

Tsk, as expected, there was a reason why Tokiomi Tohsaka summoned him.

By going around in circles, one can always find a way to build connections.

Samael grumbled inwardly for a moment, then came to his senses, waved kindly to the little girl who greeted him, and nodded with a smile.

Good morning, Sakura.

Seemingly infected by the ancient snake's enthusiasm, Sakura Tohsaka, who was initially timid and shy, gradually relaxed her tense nerves, and a bright smile appeared on her fair face.

"cough!"

However, with a cough sounding beside her ear, Sakura Tohsaka, like a startled little rabbit, quickly suppressed her smile, lowered her head, obediently sat back in her chair, and quietly ate her meal.

Seeing this, Samael shook his head inwardly.

Unlike Rin Tohsaka, who is inherently unruly and mischievous, her younger sister Sakura Tohsaka's personality is more like their mother's—quiet, timid, but also sensitive.

Tokiomi Tohsaka is a typical Japanese chauvinist, often appearing as a strict father, yet he also finds opportunities to communicate with his timid young daughter.

Therefore, Sakura naturally couldn't discover the gentle fatherly love hidden beneath that stern face, and her feelings towards Tokiomi Tohsaka were more of awe than affection.

In contrast, the independent and confident Rin Tohsaka is clearly more suitable to be a head of the family who can stand on her own, which is probably why Tokiomi Tohsaka chose to send his youngest daughter away.

No wonder you're always so distressed about not being close to your youngest daughter; it's all because you always have such a long face.

"Tokiomi, it's almost eight o'clock. Go see why Rin hasn't come down yet."

While Samael was inwardly grumbling, he rolled his eyes and reminded Tokiomi Tohsaka that sending this patriarch to Rin Tohsaka would only annoy her. Then, the ancient snake bent down and sat down next to Sakura Tohsaka, sometimes asking the little girl about her experiences at school, sometimes sharing the strange tastes of candies from different countries, and sometimes talking about the ghost stories that were currently popular in Fuyuki City.

The Demon King's unique affability and the inexplicable goodwill made the somewhat timid little girl quickly lower her guard and couldn't help but whisper to this seemingly knowledgeable and kind "uncle".

The intense curiosity and desire to confide in their childhood made the conversation between these two figures, one big and one small, very successful.

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka leading a listless Rin Tohsaka downstairs, Samael winked at Sakura Tohsaka. The two of them fell silent and ate their meal quietly, even the sound of their knives and forks scraping against their plates seemed to be in sync.

With just a few words, the ancient snake had formed a united front with the little girl, sharing a secret. It glanced gently at the small figure beside it, stroked her head lightly, and smiled.

Fine, since we're all relatives, I'll make do with what your dad isn't good at.

Sakura, no matter what happens, don't be afraid.

From now on, your uncle will protect you.

Chapter 155 Casino Bunny Girl (4.1k)

After breakfast, everyone in the Tohsaka family had their own things to do.