Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Moreover, there's a vague sense of familiarity, a feeling of déjà vu, yet I can't quite grasp the truth.

What exactly is hidden beneath that fog? I'm becoming more and more interested.

In the deep darkness of the night, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom narrowed her eyes, her pupils gleaming with an eerie light, like a mother leopard that has caught the scent of her prey and is waiting to hunt.

Meanwhile, in a quiet room, Samael, sitting on the sofa, glanced thoughtfully at the nascent doll shop.

Clearly, in order to raise funds as quickly as possible and pay off her debts, Aozaki Touko is genuinely preparing to expand her business in Fuyuki City, and has even included her unique doll and prosthetic limb business.

Originally, Aozaki Touko was banned by the Mage Association because of her overly advanced puppetry technology. Openly crossing the line does indeed carry a certain risk.

However, faced with the dire reality of struggling to make ends meet, even the usually proud Aozaki Touko had to bow her head and try to support herself with this forbidden craft.

However, whether or not these handmade artworks are sold, and at what price, depends entirely on Aozaki Touko's mood.

As far as Samael knew, the price of this stuff was extremely high and significantly inflated.

For example, in the original historical trajectory, the prosthetics that Ryougi Shiki replaced several times after losing her arm were all donated free of charge by Aozaki Touko;

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, after the magician Kenneth was paralyzed, he purchased prosthetics. Just for his two hands, the cost to his Archibald family was astronomical. It is estimated that the huge debts that El-Melloi II would bear in the future included the cost of purchasing prosthetics.

In the Fifth Holy Grail War, Sakura Tohsaka purchased an entire doll body, but only by sacrificing all of the Matou family's books...

It's so black, it's really too black!

Just as Samael was secretly cursing a certain unscrupulous capitalist, Aozaki Touko turned to the side, opened the liquor cabinet, casually picked out a bottle of Japanese shochu and two porcelain cups, bent down and sat opposite him, pouring the liquor and asking questions.

"By the way, why are you also in Fuyuki City?"

"Well, that's a long story..."

Samael picked up his glass, took a sip, and told Aozaki Touko, in a slightly edited version, about his experience of escaping Misaki City.

Hearing that final statement, Aozaki Touko couldn't help but be somewhat surprised.

"You intend to use the Holy Grail to complete a test in Fuyuki City?"

"Yes, if all goes well, it will probably be rolled out."

"Do you need my help?"

Upon hearing Samael's plan, Aozaki Touko instinctively spoke, but then she came to her senses, shook the porcelain cup in her hand, and adopted a businesslike attitude.

"Of course, friendship is friendship, and commission is commission. This is the business of Garan Hall, and it requires payment."

"No, I can handle it myself."

Samael first shook his head to refuse Aozaki Touko's offer, then smiled faintly, raised his hand and took out the loan agreement signed by the rune contract from the magic circle, and casually threw it into the fireplace.

"How about reserving a seat for me at Garan Hall? The previous investment can be considered as our initial capital for starting a business together. Don't worry about the money; I'll find a way to increase the investment later."

"You want to sit in my seat? Dream on!"

Aozaki Touko rolled her eyes at the dead pigeon, her face full of disgust, but her tone had already softened.

"Who dares to rebel against you? Ordinary employees are fine, isn't it okay if we pay to work?"

Samael muttered to himself, quite resentful.

"That's pretty much it."

Aozaki Touko nodded in satisfaction upon hearing that she could finally openly order around a certain slacker and a dead pigeon.

Seeing that he had signed a whole bunch of humiliating treaties to finally settle the aftermath of his previous breach of contract, Samael breathed a sigh of relief and finally had the leisure to carefully examine the layout of the house.

The room was dimly lit and quiet, with lifelike human body parts displayed on wooden shelves around the room.

On the bases under several tarpaulins and glass domes are models of several dolls, most of which are white blanks without paint or defined facial features.

However, in the cabinet in the corner, there is a doll that is quite well made.

Samael's gaze swept over it, his expression faltered, and he muttered unconsciously.

"Mode?"

"Hmm, the prototype is indeed that child. It's one of my most satisfying works. What do you think? Not bad, right?"

Aozaki Touko pulled back the half-covered curtain, revealing the full appearance of the cabinet doll.

Her short, black hair, reaching her ears, gave her a neat and refreshing look. Her delicate and well-proportioned features blended feminine softness with a touch of boyish charm, and her fair skin radiated a porcelain-like and jade-like luster.

If it weren't for those lifeless red eyes and the slight spherical marks on the joints of the limbs, Samael would have thought that the creature in the cabinet was a living person.

The girl's half-open, gorgeous kimono revealed a hint of her chest, and her blank expression as she slumped with her head down made one's mouth dry and arouse an impulse to defile her after a long look.

"You really do have feelings for them!"

As Samael's gaze lingered briefly on the doll, the observant Aozaki Touko swirled her wine glass, a mocking sneer playing on her lips.

"Thinking about it won't break the law."

Faced with Aozaki Touko's mockery, Samael rolled his eyes and readily admitted it.

He just likes eroticism, so what? A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. He only saved those girls and didn't really do anything to them. Compared to those people in human society who, given power and opportunity, would actually force good women into prostitution, he's practically a moral exemplar.

Aozaki Touko glanced at a certain self-righteous guy and asked curiously.

"If you have an idea, why not take action? It should be a piece of cake for you, right?"

"It's just that we haven't had the chance yet..."

Samael chuckled and dodged the question, remaining noncommittal.

"It's really awkward that someone who clearly has the power to subvert things and can do whatever they want is also bound by a sense of morality."

Aozaki Touko shook her head and complained, then seemed to have thought of something and gave a playful smile.

"Fine, for the sake of that student loan, I'll give you this. I'm going to take a shower first. Make the most of this opportunity; you can do whatever you want during this time."

Immediately, Aozaki Touko got up, stretched, walked towards the bathroom, and snapped her fingers.

At the same time, the doll, half-covered by a loose kimono, emerged from the unsealed cabinet, its eyes glowing with runes, and stood barefoot before Samael, speaking woodenly.

“Master, Ryougi Shiki awaits your command.”

As the doll girl stretched out her arms, her wide kimono slipped off her shoulders, and Samael, sitting on the sofa, was taken aback to see the view inside.

Chapter 180 The Jockey Miezu (4.5k)

Inside the bathroom, the crisp sound of running water filled the air, and rising steam created a misty atmosphere. Glistening water droplets splashed onto the woman's graceful body, reflecting a beautiful sheen.

creak...

After a quick rinse, Aozaki Touko reached out her arm, turned on the light switch, and stood wet in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection, lost in thought.

In a moment of inexplicable inspiration, the Grand Doll Master's orange eyes looked down from her delicate collarbone, her fingertips first outlining the contours of her features, then starting from her slender neck, sliding along the contours of her face, as if she were outlining the exquisite and delicate work of art before her, which resembled a piece of white jade.

Clearly, I'm pretty too...

Silent murmurs, resentful confessions.

Soon, Aozaki Touko lost interest in appreciating this exquisite work of art. She shook her head, listlessly lowered her fingers, dried the moisture from her body, wrapped herself in a loose bath towel, and pushed open the door to walk out.

The doll shop was pitch black and quiet. Dolls dressed in gorgeous kimonos knelt blankly in the living room. Their loose clothes, which could not have concealed their private parts, were now tightly bound.

The spacious sofa was now empty.

Aozaki Touko was stunned for a moment, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment. Looking at the empty living room, she couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.

"Tch, all you can do is run away?"

"Huh? Are you talking about me?"

Just as Aozaki Touko couldn't help but hum and complain, a certain person who had disappeared came out of the kitchen carrying two glasses of mixed blue cocktails, with a mocking look on his face.

"I was just itching to use my hands, so I'd like to borrow some tools from your kitchen, Margaret, please."

"..."

Aozaki Touko accepted the glass with a slightly surprised and embarrassed look. After regaining her senses, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Samael across from her.

Don't believe me! Borrowing props for bartending is fine, but is it really necessary to conceal your presence?

They clearly wanted to get a little revenge and were ready to see me make a fool of myself!

The strong-willed Grand Doll Maker, not to be outdone, glanced at the untouched doll, swirled the deep blue Margaret wine, and asked with a smile.

"What? You're willing but unable? Tsk, could it be that you really have some kind of hidden ailment? If so, I can replace some parts of your body for free..."

"Snapped!"

However, before Aozaki Touko could finish speaking, her drooping left hand was suddenly locked at the wrist, and her pair of serpentine vertical pupils, flashing a scarlet color, were like two beastly flames burning in the darkness.

"Compared to the puppet, don't you think you are in greater danger?"

With her wrist grabbed, Aozaki Touko calmly downed her drink in one gulp, then leaned forward and took the initiative, pinning her teacher down on the sofa.

Immediately, Aozaki Touko's entire weight pressed down on his seven-inch mark, her ruby-like eyes gleaming, her long, flowing orange-red hair and beautiful neck drooping down, and the corners of her slightly upturned lips forming a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Alright, let's see who's in more danger..."

Their eyes met, and the tranquil space seemed to be ignited by an invisible flame. The restlessness and desires stemming from the instinct of life found fertile ground in each other's eyes.

Soon, in the living room, figures moved about, and the furnishings shook violently; a dramatic scene involving jockey Mizoguchi was about to unfold.

However, the mortal body, in terms of both energy and endurance, is far inferior to the divine body.

In just two short hours, the rebellious disciple who had previously been a disrespectful jockey was defeated, lying on his teacher's chest groaning, his eyes rolled back, like a stranded dead fish.

"Your body is...human?"

As his fingertips slid across a tiny scab on the shoulder blade, Samael paused slightly, somewhat surprised.

The Grand Puppeteer, who was lying on Samael's chest, rolled her eyes at the man.

"Didn't you say you didn't like me abandoning my human body and turning myself into a doll?"

Even after a while, Aozaki Touko still sounded somewhat weak.

Upon hearing this, Samael looked at Aozaki Touko, who was lying on his chest, with some surprise. A few strands of nostalgic thoughts appeared in his eyes, and a faint warmth surged in his heart.

Unexpectedly, she still remembered a casual remark she made many years ago.

They even risked their own lives and the destruction of their souls to put it into practice.

And when you are moved, you will naturally take action.

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't."

Noticing that Samael beneath him was becoming restless again, the previously aggressive Grand Puppeteer turned pale and lost his composure, waving his hands frantically.

"Well, believe me, human potential is limitless."

Samael made a solemn promise, blinked his vertical pupils, and his malicious gaze swept over Aozaki Touko's cherry lips, hands, chest, abdomen, ankles, and a certain spot.

Under the teacher's guidance, the Grand Puppeteer, full of practical spirit, finally nodded hesitantly.

After all, the night is still long...

However, under the powerful desires of the gods, human self-restraint is ultimately too insignificant.

As a result, even the innocent puppets who were just watching from the sidelines and hadn't provoked anyone ended up being killed.

Of course, the driving force of consciousness and sensory stimulation still needs to be borne by Aozaki Touko, who started the war.

I don't know how much time passed, but the night ended and dawn broke.

In the dimly lit room, the furnishings were in disarray. The Grand Doll Maker, curled up on the bed, had her brows furrowed. She was holding a doll in her arms, who shared her plight, and was fast asleep. She occasionally ground her teeth and made mournful murmurs in her sleep, muttering indistinct words like "liar."

Feeling refreshed, Samael left breakfast and a note, carefully tucked in the blankets, locked the door, and quietly left in the dim morning light.

At this moment, in a bedroom of the Tohsaka residence.

A petite figure leaned against the window, peering into the courtyard, seemingly waiting expectantly. As her eyes caught sight of a fleeting shadow passing through the air, her drowsy face brightened, revealing a look of joy.

However, as a breeze blew by, a wisp of afterimage seeped into the nostrils through the crack in the window, and the gaze that was looking into the distance gradually became gloomy, and the slightly white finger bones tightened around the half-open fairy tale book in his arms.

Early in the morning, as people were just waking up, the entire Tohsaka family began to get up and get busy.

Samael, who had quietly slipped back to his bedroom, also pretended to go downstairs, sit at the dining table, and enjoy his breakfast.

At this moment, Rin Tohsaka, making sure no one was paying attention, quietly moved her chair next to Samael, nudged him with her elbow, and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, why didn't you come back last night? Where did you go?"

"Of course, it's patrolling the streets! As a Servant, I must eliminate potential threats and remain vigilant!"