Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael looked around, his eerie gaze sweeping over the half-collapsed castle walls and the white-robed dolls lying haphazardly around him. He showed no remorse for bullying a group of lonely old people, his expression one of utter self-righteousness.

So even if it's a machine, once it's on my little notebook, I still have to pull out a couple of nails.

hum!

As the malice in the ancient serpent's heart was unintentionally leaked out, the surrounding air suddenly stagnated, as if mountains were being pressed and sank to the ground.

"Crack...!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the chest of an old man buried in the snow.

Two more ribs were broken.

Ahad's vision went black. The last vestiges of resistance he had gathered were brutally crushed. His limbs twitched and spread out, like a giant frog being rammed into the ground.

Samael, regaining his senses, looked at the "dead fish" stranded all around him and Ahad, who was just one step away from being scrapped, and immediately looked embarrassed, offering a sheepish explanation.

"Uh, sorry, it wasn't intentional this time..."

So, everything before was intentional?

At this moment, Ahad, who was already in a semi-conscious state, almost fainted when he heard this insincere apology and thought about the shameless behavior of someone who had just complained about the weather and moved his fingers.

In a daze, the extreme depression brewed into a feeling called "grief and indignation" in the old man's chest. This irrational consciousness even violated the instructions for the system to maintain its operation and the biological instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

If he had a knife, he would have loved to jump up and stab the bastard in front of him to death.

"Want to kill me?"

Unexpectedly, the man who sensed this hint of malice was not angry but delighted. He rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try, and his bright smile was extremely unscrupulous.

"Then there's no problem! I can proceed with self-defense now, right?"

"..."

Upon hearing this clearly premeditated fishing attempt, Ahhad, who was already on his last breath after being tormented, rolled his eyes and almost vomited blood. He wished he could jump up and start cursing at the person opposite him right then and there.

If you're going to kill me, then kill me! Give me a quick death!

At that moment, the Son of Man, who seemed to have heard the thoughts of mortals, smiled.

Her complexion became even more radiant.

How could he bear to refuse such a request?

Unconsciously, the snowflakes falling from the sky condensed at the edges with a layer of tiny, dark blue ice crystals, like sharp blades slicing down.

"Samael, look what I've found!"

However, as the call that contained surprise came, the sky, which was filled with murderous intent, suddenly cleared up and the weather became clear.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Look!"

The Winter Saintess rushed out of the underground magic workshop of Einberenberg, excitedly turning around to reveal the swaddled baby in her arms.

And there was a baby, wrapped up tightly, with wrinkled, slightly reddish skin, sucking on his fingers and blinking curiously at him.

This is……

Samael stared blankly at the vaguely familiar facial features, as well as the iconic silver hair and red eyes.

"Ilia!"

Irisviel spoke excitedly, then paused, her ruby ​​eyes sparkling with affection.

“Illyasviel von Einzbern, the name I just came up with.”

Where was it found?

"The incubation chamber of the magic workshop."

"Really? Let me hug you."

Samael smiled as he took the swaddled baby from Irisviel's reluctant arms, gently cradling it in his embrace. He reached out and affectionately stroked the infant's rosy cheeks, his vertical pupils lingering on the baby for a moment before his peripheral vision glanced at Ahad, who was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with understanding.

I see……

I was wondering why the Einzbern family, in their private dojo at the Linglong Pavilion, suddenly abandoned the almost perfect Irisviel and even directly ordered the two maids, Liselle and Sera, to take the "Heavenly Garment" and return to the main castle of Einzbern in Germany.

Even if victory in the Fourth Holy Grail War is hopeless and a restart is inevitable, it shouldn't be this drastic.

It turns out that you had already used the data model and gene sample of the finished product, Irisviel, to create the next, even more perfect "Winter Saintess".

So, even if you obey the Third Mage's orders and give up the Fourth Holy Grail War, you can still place your hopes on the Fifth Holy Grail War?

Who says dolls have to be dull, stupid people? Seriously, they've got a good plan.

Samael figured out the key point and couldn't help but roll his eyes at the old guy in the snow who had tricked two Winter Saintesses, muttering to himself.

Sure enough, they did it.

"Cuckoo..."

Just as the ancient serpent's murderous intent surged, a childish, clear laugh came from his arms. A pair of small hands, reaching out haphazardly, slapped someone's cheeks, repeating the words they had just learned.

“Samael…”

"No, Samael is mine! Ilya has to call him Daddy."

Irisviel, standing nearby, poked the baby's rosy cheeks with a huff, then took Samael's arm with one hand and corrected him sternly.

On her exposed left hand, a delicate silver ring was worn on the Winter Saintess's ring finger.

"what?"

At that moment, Samael, who was scheming about how to destroy the evidence, snapped back to reality and looked in astonishment at the pair of rings on the same spot on his left hand, as well as Irisviel and the little girl in his arms. He was immediately at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

So, the family of three is complete?

Chapter 249 Snake Snake Will Never Die in a Shura Field 4.4k

Fuyuki City, the Doll House.

Aozaki Touko picked up her wine glass, looking at the ancient books and scrolls of all sizes that poured out from the spatial rift and piled up on the table. She looked surprised and subconsciously asked a question.

"what?"

"These are local specialties I brought you from Germany."

Samael blinked, picked up the bottle, poured himself a glass, and casually answered as he sipped it.

Local specialties?

Out of curiosity, Aozaki Touko casually flipped through the top few books. The dense records and ancient ciphers inside made this knowledgeable Grand Doll Maker's cheeks twitch, and she looked at the person in front of the table with a strange expression.

"Why are all these Einzbern family secret magic books? Did you get robbed of Einzbernburg?"

"What robbery? Don't use such an unpleasant word, it's clearly part of the dowry!"

Samael rolled her eyes at Aozaki Touko and argued vehemently.

“I accompanied Alice back to her parents’ home, shouldn’t they show some appreciation? Besides, they gave all of this voluntarily.”

"So, what about the Ahads?"

"He was so happy he crashed."

"..."

At this moment, the Grand Puppeteer, who knew this person's character well, was speechless and his face was full of disdain.

"I believe you ghost!"

"Hey, please stop looking at me with that suspicious look, okay? I'm your teacher, can't you have a little trust in me? I'm only after money, not life! His computer crashed on its own, what does that have to do with me!"

Samael looked hurt and couldn't help but feel wronged.

To be honest, Ahad did indeed crash on his own. Although he had a grudge against those androids, it wasn't to the point that he would slaughter the entire Einzbernburg in front of Irene.

After listening to someone's earnest explanation, Aozaki Touko picked up a magic book with some skepticism, flipped through a few pages, and suddenly asked a question.

"So what else did you do besides these?"

"So, you 'accidentally' blew up Einberenberg's [production line]?"

Samael blinked

In the blink of an eye, his gaze wandered.

Aozaki Touko was stunned for a moment, then realized the hidden meaning in the words. Her face darkened, and she abruptly stood up.

"What?! You destroyed the Einzbern family's magic workshop and sample room for cultivating androids?!"

"It was an accident, don't get so worked up, everyone makes mistakes..."

"Do you believe this?"

"Cough cough..."

Under the scrutinizing gaze of Aozaki Touko, Samael coughed elegantly and politely, picked up his glass, took a small sip, and looked on with admiration.

"The wine is good; it's smooth on the palate and has a long finish."

"Last time you said it was cheap stuff from a street stall, worth at most 2000 yen a dozen!"

"Your shop is pretty good too..."

Seeing his apprentice mercilessly kill the conversation, Samael turned away sullenly and began to admire the structure of the house and the furnishings inside.

However, the unfilial disciple who had offended the teacher did not take the bait. Instead, he looked at the culprit who had only spoken halfway and left things unsaid, and sneered with disdain.

"No wonder Ahad automatically shut down. You turned the entire Einberenberg upside down. What do you expect those androids who live on this idea to stick to?"

In fact, Samael deserves the blame.

Strictly speaking, Ahad, and indeed the entire Einzbern family, is a self-disciplined machine that exists solely for the pursuit of the Holy Grail and the Holy Grail War.

Repeated failures had nearly exhausted their computing power and perseverance.

Following Irisviel's defeat, and with the loss of Illya, the homunculus representing the pinnacle of Einzbern's technology, Eubustakuhaid, who deduced that the Einzbern family had no chance of winning the Holy Grail War, naturally relinquished the Greater Grail, shut down his power, and rationally ended his hopeless mission.

Therefore, the prisoner Samael is found guilty.

It's his fault for breaking the spirit of those Einzbern family dolls.

"Tch, if you don't want it, fine!"

Samael, annoyed by his unfilial and unruly disciple's barrage of insults, snorted and picked up the magic book on the table, muttering irritably.

"I was thinking you were researching the Third Law and lacked relevant materials, so I brought these specifically for you..."

"Take your hand away! Who said I don't want it!"

Aozaki Touko raised an eyebrow, slapped away the ancient snake's outstretched claws, and snorted in annoyance.

"I regret that you acted too quickly and didn't leave a few of the Einzbern family's living dolls so I could study their operating mechanisms. I can't possibly dissect all the ones in the house, can I?"

"666! I'm called Satan, so I'm getting a tattoo of you on my back, with your eyes closed. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to handle someone with their eyes open..."

Samael was silent for a moment, then gave the Grand Puppeteer in front of him a sincere thumbs up, followed by a melancholy sigh, which had a hint of self-pity.

"I suddenly realized that compared to you bunch of heartless magicians, I'm still too kind."

"..."

Such an unconventional compliment made the mouth of a certain Grand Doll maker twitch and roll his eyes.

Although magicians aren't exactly respectable people, you're hardly a law-abiding citizen either, are you?

After the master and apprentice exchanged some sarcastic remarks, Samael then helped Aozaki Touko pack up the local specialties she had brought from Einzbernburg, and casually asked her something.

"By the way, how's the situation 'over there' lately?"

"Don't worry, the council members have all left. The whole world is in chaos because of the mysterious resurgence. The three major mysterious organizations are extremely busy and it will take a long time to restore order. There's no time for them to care about you."

Seeing the shifty-eyed look on someone's face, Aozaki Touko gave a light snort of annoyance.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Upon hearing this good news, Samael straightened his back and beamed with joy.

Going to work is out of the question. What listed company boss would have to deal with official business every day?

I've done all the work, why would I need to take your money?

Young people need experience; don't say I didn't give you a chance.