Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Zenjou Aoi needs to drive her daughters to school; Tohsaka Tokiomi is at home, summarizing the changes in the rules of the Holy Grail War and his experience in participating in the war, while also handling the reported miscellaneous business matters; and Samael needs to go out on patrol to monitor the movements of other Masters.

Two hours later, at Kotomine Church.

An unnamed blond hunk, who should have been on duty patrolling, was lounging on a pew inside the church like a salted fish, swirling the wine in his hand that represented the blood of the Son of Man during Mass, while glancing at a priest who had changed out of his vestments and into a black casual suit as he walked in.

Immediately, the ancient snake sat up, its face darkening, and rolled its eyes with a cold snort.

"Kiri, why did you trick me?"

"Games should strive for fairness; I'm just trying my best to uphold the relevant rules."

However, the priest was not afraid of the devil's questioning and explained frankly.

"Since what was given to Saber was the latest trendy Mapo water, what you are enjoying must not be ordinary yellow wine."

"What if I choose milk?"

Samael lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then glanced at a certain "fair" priest and asked quietly.

Yan Koufeng Qili corrected the mistakes with a professional attitude.

"It's Mapo Milk!"

What's the difference between this and Mapo Tofu?

"Three times the dosage, the ultimate enjoyment!"

"I knew it!"

Upon hearing this, Samael's lips twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes and complained.

Given this scoundrel's cunning nature, the milk that's best suited to neutralize spiciness and protect the stomach must have something added to it.

Sure enough, milk was the worst of the three options!

Thinking about this, Samael was actually somewhat glad that he had chosen realgar wine instead of the Mapo milk.

Looking at the sullen yet speechless deity, Kirei Kotomine's lips curled into a pleased smile.

The pleasure of fooling heroes is naturally not as exciting as the thrill of teasing gods.

And it's legal! Legal!

However, when the ancient snake's gaze fell upon the priest's unintentional smile, it couldn't help but chuckle, and the slight annoyance in its heart vanished.

"Kiri, it seems you enjoy this gift."

"I also want to thank you for your kindness and tolerance."

Kirei Kotomine slightly touched his chest, bowed, nodded, and smiled.

That joyful expression wasn't a formulaic fake smile, but a genuine expression of inner feelings.

He's becoming more and more adept at pleasing himself and enjoying life.

Samael lowered his gaze, which fell on a trendy knit sweater worn by Kirei Kotomine under her casual attire. He downed his drink in one gulp and murmured meaningfully.

That's because you've changed a lot.

The priest followed the devil's gaze to his own sweater, a ripple appearing in his deep, silent eyes. He then frowned slightly and answered.

“It was given to me by Claudia before I came. Strictly speaking, this thing doesn’t fit the style of the church or the identity of a clergyman, and it’s also meaningless in battle. I can’t say I like it.”

"Then why wear it?"

"I……"

This sudden question startled Kirei Kotomine, leaving him somewhat confused and disoriented. Just as he was about to speak, the demon opposite him spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"You don't need to explain this to me."

Although the ancient snake spoke sincerely, it could not hide the sarcasm hidden deep in its eyes.

Kirei Kotomine's lips twitched slightly as he subconsciously changed the subject.

When will the next competition begin?

Having won back a point, Samael enthusiastically began to fleece the church. He got up, poured himself another glass of wine, and then answered casually as he drank.

"As you said, games need to be fair. Although I developed this thing, the Holy Grail spell is already operating on its own. The next game will start whenever the Holy Grail drop rises."

In fact, not only is the game content relatively fair, but even the selection of topics by drawing lots is random.

As the game's creator, Samael's privileges, while essentially allowing him to cheat, only extended to knowing all the exam questions.

And the champion of that competitive eating contest at the Fuyuki City Gymnasium was truly an honor he won through his eating prowess.

After a moment's thought, the ancient snake casually added.

"However, it will only take two or three days. The last eating contest was quite a big event. Both the spiritual energy of the ley lines and the various Masters and Servants need to recover."

"Is a hero's body really that fragile?"

Kirei Kotomine raised objections to the cultivation of Heroic Spirits.

"It's not just a physical burden, but also a mental one!"

Upon hearing this, the demon's face turned pale. He glared at the priest through gritted teeth, forcing out the shared sentiments of the contestants from between his teeth.

"If it weren't for the foul on the referee, we'd definitely team up and smash that ramen shop owner's noodles!"

Kirei Kotomine turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

At noon, when Samael heard Kirei Kotomine order a table at the famous Chinese restaurant "Hongzhou Yansui-kan Taishan" in Fuyuki City, he was so moved that his anus tightened. He decisively refused on the spot and then quickly ran away, wandering around until he arrived at the shopping street.

Samael, smelling the aroma of food wafting around him and touching his somewhat depleted wallet, was extremely frustrated after suffering heavy losses in the Holy Grail War.

Since they left the Dark Council without saying goodbye, the bar's savings had long been frozen by the group of women who had nowhere else to vent their frustrations.

Kirei Kotomine, that unreliable disciple, only knows how to take advantage of him and doesn't understand any way to increase revenue or reduce expenditure.

In addition to numerous covert expenditures, his savings have shrunk considerably.

No, no, I need to find a way to make money before I'm completely drained.

Having enjoyed myself for so long, I can't stand living a hard life.

As the ancient serpent pondered, it looked around and its gaze drifted to a villa from which the faint sounds of dice were coming from. Its eyes fell on the brightly lit sign above the dark-colored door of the small house, which shimmered with colorful lights. A smile of pleasure appeared on its lips.

It looks like an underground casino?

Several hours later, a hidden cubicle was opened by a hurried sound.

"Boss, something bad has happened! Someone's here to cause trouble!"

A burly man in a suit and tie, with a prajna tattoo on his neck, rushed into the house and found his boss through the swirling smoke, looking extremely anxious.

"What's going on? Tell me clearly!"

A middle-aged man with a somewhat plump appearance and a scar on his eyebrow, suddenly stood up, grabbed his panting underling, and glared at him, asking questions.

The overwhelming aura of menace made the burly man, who had been somewhat bewildered, tremble. He quickly swallowed and poured out the whole story.

"A few hours ago, a foreign stranger came in. He was very generous and said he wanted to play a couple of rounds. We thought he was a sucker, so we had someone play with him. Who knew he was a wolf in sheep's clothing? After a dozen or so rounds, he had already won over 100,000 yuan from us!"

The saying goes, "Nine out of ten gambling games are rigged." Those who can get casino professionals to play with them are often the ones who will be preyed upon.

However, they didn't expect that instead of getting to eat the fat sheep, the group that was supposed to eat the sheep got to the table.

"It's only a few hundred thousand, a small amount of money. In a casino, there are winners and losers. It's not like I can't afford to lose."

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut exuded calm and composure, telling his younger brother about his experience running a casino with a mysterious air.

"As long as he's still willing to gamble, no matter how much he's taken in, he'll have to spit it all out."

"Boss, he settled in US dollars..."

The younger brother shrank back and reminded him in a hoarse voice.

"boom!"

The middle-aged man with a buzz cut, who had been expressionless just moments before, suddenly turned pale and slapped his underling so hard that he staggered, half of his face bulging out.

However, even though he was beaten until his mouth was bleeding and his teeth were loose, the underling did not dare to show the slightest resentment. Instead, he felt somewhat relieved.

Getting beaten up by the boss at least keeps you alive, which is better than being stuffed into a high-temperature asphalt furnace and melted into slag to pave the road.

"Tell me, which bastard dares to cause trouble!"

"That's him, the blond foreigner."

As the boss roared, suppressing his anger and heartache, the underling snapped to attention and quickly stepped forward to point out the handsome young man wreaking havoc in the corner to the surveillance footage.

At this moment, the foreign tourist who was "just playing a couple of rounds" already had several high stacks of chips in front of him. The middle-aged man with the buzz cut roughly estimated that the amount of money he needed to lose had risen to more than 200,000 US dollars!

"Boss, do you want to..."

The younger brother, whose cheek was swollen on one side, cautiously approached in an attempt to make amends. He pointed to himself and then to the several burly men with tattooed arms in the room, the meaning of which was self-evident.

“We are a legitimate business, not a criminal organization.”

"If you can't handle losing and resort to violence, how are you going to make money?" The middle-aged man with the buzz cut rolled his eyes at his short-sighted underling and snorted coldly.

"Find someone first, find out his background, get leverage over him, and then it won't be too late to take action."

Most people in this industry understand one thing: luck is the most unreliable factor, and even the best skills can lead to failure.

Those who can consistently make a profit are mostly involved in cheating.

"Who are you looking for? Even the experts in this place messed up just now..."

The younger brother covered half of his cheek and mumbled another piece of bad news.

"Isn't there still one? Let that tigress go!"

The eldest brother suppressed his anger, gave a cold snort, and his eyes flashed with a sinister light.

These days are definitely going to be my unlucky ones!

Bazette was very frustrated. Because she had set off in a hurry, the funding for the Clock Tower mission had not yet been approved. In addition, she had to support her teacher who was oblivious to the hardships of ordinary people. She was soon on the verge of bankruptcy and didn't even have enough money for food.

After the eating contest, where he finished off with hundreds of bowls of ramen, Bazett's mind started to wander. Taking advantage of the urge to try his luck at the casino, he took what little money he had left.

He thought that with his years of gambling skills, he could make a fortune and fill his pockets.

To make matters worse, after he seized the opportunity to throw in his last few tens of thousands of yen in Russian roulette, the ivory ball, which was originally sliding toward slot 17, was jolted into slot 18 by a sudden collision from a drunkard.

In an attempt to recoup his losses and regain his dignity, Bazett pawned all his valuables and fought again with bloodshot eyes.

It turned out to be a real ghost story.

The slot machine loses power after you insert coins; in blackjack, the score is either too low or you overdraw; in Texas Hold'em, the dealer wins repeatedly, but when it's their turn to be the dealer, the players all turn the tables.

Because of debts, she became a human weapon for bartenders. Wearing a black low-cut tank top, she kicked her leather high heels with a gloomy expression and casually straightened the crooked rabbit ear decoration.

There was no other way; one had to accept the consequences of a gamble. Despite his bad luck, this stubborn and rigid designated seal executor possessed noble gambling etiquette.

Of course, Bazett got such an easy job because he twisted a P226 rifle into a pretzel with his bare hands when he met the casino owner.

However, besides being a bartender, this human weapon also acquired a glorious hidden profession—"casino enforcer," specializing in dealing with certain cheating customers.

For example, this time, ostensibly it was to deliver celebratory drinks to a gambler who had made a fortune on Russian roulette, but in reality it was to check whether they had used any shady methods.

"Please enjoy your agave."

After a brief training session, Bazett managed a barely professional, slightly fake smile as he handed over the drink.

Why is it her?

Seeing this, Samael twitched his lips, picked up the wine from the tray with a strange expression, and nodded stiffly.

If he weren't worried that someone might become enraged and kill him, he would have loved to reveal his identity and give them a good laugh to ease his stomach cramps.

"66 is my lucky number. As usual, I'll bet everything here."

Samael turned his head away, forcing a distorted smile, and pushed the million-yen stack of chips on the table to position 66.

At that moment, the gamblers surrounding the area excitedly placed their chips on the same number.

"It's over!"

The young male dealer with short, center-parted hair watched as the ivory ball gradually slowed down, rolling inch by inch into the predetermined groove. His trembling fingers pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his face, his fear growing ever deeper.

Finally, as the clinking sound rang out, the dealer's psychological defenses completely collapsed, and his face turned ashen.

If it were just this guy making a fortune, it wouldn't be so bad. But his accurate predictions in dozens of rounds have caused almost all the gamblers in the vicinity to follow suit. In the last three rounds, the casino has lost at least a million yen each time!

When the boss settles the score later, he'll definitely stuff him into a gasoline drum and use it to fill the sea.