Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Oh, that's it? Can't you at least show some sincerity when you're treating us? At least give us some foie gras or steak or something?"

But then, Samael, who had stopped in his tracks, crossed his arms and looked at Samael with disdain.

Eat your grandpa's foie gras steak! Do you think this is something an adult should say to a child?

Rin Tohsaka tried her best to maintain her cute loli persona, explaining in a high-pitched voice.

"Uncle Arthur, I'm just a kid, I don't have that much pocket money..."

"That's right."

Samael thought about it for a moment, and then, feeling rather disheartened, he excitedly made a suggestion.

"How about we go grab a whiskey? My treat!"

"I'm only seven years old!"

"How would I know what kind of alcohol a seven-year-old should drink!"

"..."

Hearing this self-righteous retort, Rin Tohsaka's cheeks twitched slightly, her face turning as black as the bottom of a pot.

This man is awful.

However, that's precisely why we must expose his true colors and absolutely not let this bastard corrupt Sakura.

Thinking of this, Rin Tohsaka rubbed her stiff cheeks, a mysterious smile appearing on her face.

"How about this, although I can't drink with you, I can reward you in another way."

In the narrow, dimly lit alley, the little girl's slender, pale fingertips lightly touched her pink lips. Her small body exuded a captivating charm, carrying an almost blatant hint of something.

"award?"

The ancient snake asked curiously, a meaningful look appearing in its eyes.

"If you want to know, come here."

Rin Tohsaka blinked, smiled brightly, and beckoned to Samael with a finger.

The man, who seemed very interested in the reward, obediently stepped forward.

"Squat down!"

The little girl smiled smugly, put one hand on her hip, and gave orders in an imperious manner.

"I think it would be more appropriate for you to close your eyes at this time."

This time, however, Samael did not lower his head as instructed. Instead, he blinked, his eyes radiating a fiery intensity and carrying a hint of suggestion.

Hmph, she took the bait! My goddess's charm is still as irresistible as ever.

Rin Tohsaka was secretly pleased with herself, but on the surface she still maintained that obedient and sweet appearance, obediently raising her pretty face and speaking in a sweet voice.

"Yes, I'll listen to Uncle Arthur."

Samair smiled, bent down, and with her pursed lips, slowly approached that beautiful little head.

Here it comes! Showing your true colors now, huh? Just wait and see how I deal with you!

Rin Tohsaka gently closed her eyes, her smile growing even brighter. Her hands, which had been behind her back, were now loosely clenched, and a scepter with seven snakes coiled around it gradually appeared in the little girl's palms.

The scepter of the goddess of war.

Fear it, praise it. Reverence it, worship it.

That goddess was the mistress of heaven, the embodiment of beauty who was deeply loved.

He held a beautiful seven-headed hammer spear in his hand.

It has a hideous and vicious appearance, but as long as you hold it, you can...

The merciless weapon that brought down the enemy...

"boom!"

However, just as the hideous hammer-spear was about to take shape, a sharp rap on the head struck Rin Tohsaka, causing her intense dizziness.

"A reward, right?"

"Snapped!"

"Close your eyes, right?"

"Clap!"

"Be obedient, huh?"

"Clap clap clap!"

"I'll teach you to be a bad student!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Accompanied by a barrage of angry reprimands and a barrage of physical blows, Samael, who had instantly turned hostile, lashed out with a pained expression, but secretly rejoiced at the rare feeling of the blow.

"Hey, that's enough, don't go too far!"

Having already taken more than a dozen blows, Rin Tohsaka came to her senses, instinctively shrank her neck, covered her head with her hands, squatted on the ground, and at the same time, put on the dignity of a goddess and protested angrily.

"Don't go too far?"

"Clap!"

"Should I tell your dad about this? Let him ask you where you learned all this stuff?"

"Clap clap clap!"

Samael gave a cold smile and reprimanded Rin Tohsaka with righteous indignation, leaving her speechless and forced to cover her head and beg for mercy.

"I...I know I was wrong, okay? I just wanted to thank you."

"You know you were wrong, so what?"

"What then?"

"A self-criticism! Two thousand words! Hand it in to me when you've finished!"

"What?! I have to write a self-criticism for something like this?!"

"When I asked at that time..."

"Write it, I'll write it, okay?"

Rin Tohsaka was speechless with anger and dejectedly gave in.

"And a guarantee, two thousand words long, give it to me together later!"

Samael snorted and reminded her, standing in front of Rin Tohsaka like a stern teacher.

"I'm warning you, know when to stop, or you'll push me too far."

"Aoi has recently become quite interested in your studies."

"Two thousand words, right? What format would Uncle Arthur like to see?"

After someone precisely grasped Rin Tohsaka's weak point, the dignified goddess instantly backed down and asked humbly.

"Whatever, just remember to hand it in to me on time tomorrow."

Samael snorted softly, having satisfied his urge to use his hands, he appeared somewhat content and languid. His slightly narrowed eyes glanced at an unusual reflection in a certain spot, and a meaningful, cold smile appeared on his upturned lips.

With your IQs, you think you can outsmart me?

Based on his understanding of Ishtar, he knew that this miser was definitely not acting out of kindness by spending money to entertain her.

However, Samael did not expect that this would be an old honey trap.

By the way, that reflection upstairs, if I'm not mistaken, should be a camera focusing.

And the accomplice was, of course, Irene.

Seeing that no one was around, Samael hesitated for a moment, then straightened his expression and began to speak.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Actually, I..."

"boom!"

However, just as the ancient serpent, having had its fill of cunning, was about to reveal its true identity, the ground trembled slightly, and a muffled boom echoed from afar.

There is a situation!

Samael stopped talking abruptly, his expression changed, and he traced the source of the sound. He immediately abandoned the troublemakers Rin Tohsaka and Ereshkigal, stomped forward, and after a few leaps, disappeared into the depths of the alley.

Chapter 160 The King Without a Face

Meanwhile, in a dimly lit alley, streaks of red and black lines appeared and disappeared in the air; the ground paved with bluestone bricks resembled a swamp of mud, and traces of filth were spreading in all directions.

One by one, dark figures wielding swords and staffs rose from the crowd, like soul-reaping messengers from hell, carrying the stench of decay and death.

Irisviel, dressed in a white fur coat and wearing a Cossack hat, is being cornered.

"shapeistLeben! (O wreckage, give you life!)"

In the face of crisis, the silver-haired beauty suppressed her tension, tore off several strands of silver hair with her fingertips, and waved them forward while solemnly chanting.

In an instant, strands of silver thread crisscrossed and traced intricate outlines. Intertwining and combining, they formed a complex, three-dimensional object, much like a woven rattan craft, complete with fierce wings, a beak, and sharp claws. It was an exquisite silver thread craft modeled after a giant eagle.

The Silver Hawk is a weapon created on-site using alchemy, called a "Homkrus" (artificial life form), which Irisviel brought to life.

"Chirp~ Chirp~!"

The peculiar creature emitted a high-pitched screech, as if a metal blade were slicing through it, and sped forward like a bullet, its razor-sharp beak and claws lunging at the several shadow followers blocking the alleyway.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Instantly, as the silver eagle's sharp wings and claws swept across the sky, the shadow followers who were slow to react and stiff along the way were cut with horrifying gashes, and some even had their limbs and heads severed.

However, when these Shadow Servants emerging from the black mud are about to be cut open, the black mud inside is still flowing.

In just a moment, the horrific wound was completely healed by the mud filling it in.

We must... evaporate the ground with a single blow!

Irisviel, who summoned two silver eagles from her hair to protect herself in the corner, watched the shadow servant standing in the mud and rapidly regenerating. She bit her cherry lips and frowned.

That being said, the Einzbern family is known for alchemy and creation, but they are not good at fighting, much less at destruction.

With her current methods, she really couldn't have done that.

Of course, if Saber were to intervene, it would be absolutely possible.

She clearly only went to buy a drink nearby, but for some reason, she hasn't come back yet.

Irisviel looked around at the several Shadow Followers who were already unable to contain their restlessness and were advancing, and felt deeply worried.

Originally, after the first Holy Grail War ended, the two planned to spend a few days sightseeing in Fuyuki City.

Unexpectedly, Saber, who was buying drinks nearby, did not return for a long time as evening approached.

Irisviel was worried, so she got up and went to look for her.

However, as she passed through this dimly lit alley, she was ambushed by these shadow followers who appeared out of nowhere.

"Ho ho..."

At this moment, several dark figures wielding staffs, accompanied by hoarse gasps and dry syllables, launched the first attack.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, a series of spell bullets, formed from aggregated material, streaked across the sky, striking several silver-haired eagles that were circling around them but unable to harm them.

not good!

Seeing the attack launched from the opposite side, Irisviel had no time to think. She immediately focused her mind and raised her right arm, drawing graceful trajectories in the air like a conductor holding a baton.

Under the creator's command, the Silver Thread Eagle sometimes leaped, sometimes swooped, sometimes darted to the left, and sometimes turned to the right, repeatedly dodging the spell bullets whistling in from mid-air.

"Whoa!"

But just as Irisviel was calming her mind and focusing all her efforts on directing the Silver Hawks to build a defensive line, several shadowy archers wielding longbows were drawing their bows and nocking arrows, and a sharp whistling sound immediately came towards her.

Dang Dang!

The two silver-haired eagles guarding Irisviel immediately swooped down and blocked her way.