Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Although the voice was childish, the words were filled with the words "despicable."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, whatever you say is right."

The former Magic King, whose personality had become increasingly peaceful and whose temperament increasingly laid-back, responded with a nonchalant attitude, scratching his head indifferently and turning to look at the [Beast Lava] that was still standing in the same spot, giving it a "kind" reminder.

“However, you seem to have forgotten that you are now just a mortal, Goetia.”

"..."

Standing on the sand, the young beast looked at its weak and slender limbs, feeling the scorching heat on its skin and the stinging pain from the sand blowing by. Its lips twitched violently, and it was rendered silent by the cruel reality before it.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Immediately, the young Demon King gritted his teeth and looked at the silver ring firmly rooted between his ten fingers, feeling the "blessing" that granted him new life, his face full of grievance and anger.

Several months ago, I was awakened from my slumber in the First Temple by a mysterious rhythm. I was just about to put on the Ten Commandments of Solomon, ascend the throne, release the seventy-two demons, and begin my plan when I was suddenly bound by divine law and locked up.

The problem lies in the ring on the left middle finger.

Inside, there was actually divine blood that could strip away his bestial nature and grant him a human form.

And so he was blessed, his sins were washed away, and he became "human".

Vulgar and weak human beings.

This body, which he himself despised, became the cage that imprisoned him.

During this period, in order to break the seal, they used hammers, fire, water, and even biting...

Basically, Goetia tried every method he could think of.

However, he was never able to break free of the steel stamp etched into his soul.

Furthermore, whether it's cutting off a finger or piercing one's own heart, the "blessing" brought by the divine blood will immediately repair his organs, and even the fallen ring will be reattached to his restored finger.

The Ten Commandments of Solomon, which appeared in their entirety in the First Temple, and the cry of that heavenly voice, were, from beginning to end, a trap!

Recalling the frustration and pain she had endured along the way, Goetia, who had been trapped in this body, was filled with resentment.

"Solomon! You actually plotted against me! Shameless!"

"I merely followed the teachings (instigation) of the divine voice..."

Dr. Roman blinked, showing no sign of pride, and with a devout expression, he revealed the mastermind behind this despicable act.

"Goetia, life is something that ends. Life is a pilgrimage of accumulated suffering. But this..."

It is by no means a story of death and extinction.

As he spoke, the former King of Magic looked up at the gray sky, ending his advice and conveying the divine message of "that person" in a meaningful way.

“You beast who doesn’t understand humanity, since you want to stand on high and criticize all of humanity and deny everything about them, then first become one of them, experience all the ups and downs and suffering, and then judge the value of humanity.”

I understand the reason.

But why are you playing dirty tricks on me?

The young beast, with nowhere to vent its frustration, looked at its arms and legs, which had been sunburned and peeling under the scorching sun, and squeezed out two stiff words through gritted teeth in grief and indignation.

"mean……!"

Solomon, who was leading the way, pretended not to hear Goetia's heartfelt praise, tightened his backpack again, and turned back to tease her.

"By the way, according to human ethical traditions, you should probably call me—Father? When we get to the village, don't call me by the wrong name, Getia."

"dream!"

This unreasonable demand was naturally met with a firm rejection from Goetia.

"Alright, making money is hard work anyway. Since you're so ambitious, I can save on extra expenses and treat myself to an extra beer and a strawberry cake!"

Unexpectedly, Roman beamed with joy and looked at his "son" behind him with an encouraging expression.

"You'll have to figure out your own travel and meal expenses tonight. Good luck!"

"..."

Realizing that he was being regarded as a burden, the Demon King's face darkened, and a strong urge to kill his master arose in his heart.

Oh right, now it should be considered—parricide?

"You bastard Solomon, stop right there!"

After a moment, Getia, having recovered her senses, saw that her nominal guardian had already run away without any sense of responsibility. She immediately started cursing through gritted teeth and chased after him with all her might, her slender arms and legs moving with great effort.

Beneath the swirling yellow sand, two figures, one tall and one short, embark on a new journey.

Meanwhile, in London, Britain.

The streets were deserted.

As is customary, the nation is celebrating the Queen's birthday.

However, before the nearly seventy-year-old woman could even step onto the stage amidst the crowd and deliver her monotonous congratulatory speech, the situation changed.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

The earth trembled, the city trembled.

Countless heads crowded on both sides of the road, gazing toward the main thoroughfare of London, following the sound.

Cars stopped running, ferries ceased operations, helicopters circled overhead, pedestrians halted their steps, and the entire city seemed to have been put on pause, falling into an eerie silence awaiting an explosion.

Because they are witnessing a scene they will never forget.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

Accompanied by the sharp scraping sound of metal plates, fully armed and neatly lined-up knights, wielding cold weapons, stepped through a series of open portals of light and appeared on the street.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Meanwhile, the two-legged wyverns circling and soaring in the sky, and the large cavalry following on the ground, exuded a strong aura of killing intent and solemnity.

The hard scales and the dazzling metallic sheen on the armor all proved that these things were definitely genuine!

The incredibly impactful scene before them instantly transported the onlookers to the ancient age of gods.

That wild age when human heroes fought against monsters and battled against the gods.

Among the tens of thousands of knights, dozens of knights clad in magnificent armor and each leading their family banner undoubtedly became the focus of the citizens.

The most dazzling figures were the knight in the army formation, wearing a silver lion-mane helmet and a magnificent blue-white longsword at his waist, and the witch on the other side, her face veiled in black and holding a blue-black cross scepter.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the mysterious lion-maned helmeted knight dismounted, stepped over fences and steps, and as if guided by some force, arrived at the stone platform in London's central square, which was being worshipped and visited as an ancient site.

The base, etched with the marks of a thousand years, stands majestically.

A slender and ornately decorated golden sword, engraved with gold inscriptions on both sides, was inserted into the hole.

That ancient inscription is a prophecy that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Whoever draws this sword shall be King of Britain!"

However, as time passed and the world changed, countless people set foot on this land, attempting to change it, but the stone platform remained steadfast and unmoved, and the golden sword remained unfaded, its cold light as ever.

"found it……"

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the eerie silence of the entire city was broken by a soft murmur. The knight standing in front of the stone platform stretched out his fingers and gently grasped the golden-blue hilt of his sword.

The two are compatible with each other, their essence blends seamlessly, and their width and narrowness fit together perfectly.

"Qiang!"

Immediately afterwards, the knight gently lifted his arm, and the golden sword that had caused countless famous monarchs to fall into ruin immediately emitted a clear and melodious sword sound, and was pulled from the stone base with no effort, pointing diagonally to the sky.

"Buzz!"

Instantly, the inscriptions on the sword trembled and flickered, and a blazing golden pillar of light shot into the sky, clearing away the clouds and mist.

Moreover, the strange phenomena on the ground beneath their feet and in the sky echoed each other, emitting bursts of joyful vibrations.

It seemed as if all things in the world were celebrating the return of the king.

As the sword hilt came into his hand, a sense of control, as if everything was under his command, welled up in the heart of the Lionmane Helmet Knight.

As if to confirm something, the knight's sword pointed forward.

boom

Long...!

In an instant, the ground rippled, marble-paved roads stretched in all directions, and walls built of chalky earth rose from the ground, revealing the scene from memory.

The whole of London was bathed in a sacred golden hue, and the city's appearance was completely rewritten under the sweeping force of that mighty power.

hum!

Meanwhile, a magnificent, silver-white tower guards the knight who drew the golden sword, ascends to the clouds, steps onto the throne, and once again reigns supreme on this land, crowned king.

Beneath the stars, above the heavens, the king atop the tower removes his helmet, revealing a goddess-like face, and raises his golden sword, proclaiming the birth of a new kingdom.

"From this day forward, this is Lentinion!"

Instantly, countless feathers of light fell from the sky, and a kind of indescribable resonance came from consciousness.

Eternal King! Immortal Ruler!

Just as prophesied, after a thousand-year pilgrimage, the true master of this land has returned!

In an instant, the crowd erupted in jubilation, their voices clamoring, all thoughts merging into a shared, fervent cheer, celebrating the return of the king.

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

"King Arthur!"

Artoria glanced at the city's jubilant residents, then looked up at the raised golden sword, feeling the vast power of the land within it. She bit her cherry lips, her heart filled with countless thoughts.

You took a kingdom from me, and then gave it back to me.

Camelot was, is, and will always be.

So, this is what you were planning?

Is this your gift?

teacher……

On the tower of Lentinion, the newly crowned Eternal King's eyes shimmered with a gentle light.

Epilogue

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Chapter 1: The Great Erotic Battle (4.6k)

Fuyuki City, the Doll House.

A few slivers of pale golden sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains, casting their light into the dimly lit room and heralding the arrival of a new day.

"yawn……"

With a lazy exhale, Samael slowly awoke from his light sleep, his eyes instinctively turning to the sides.

The beautiful scenery is spread out before your eyes.

The Grand Doll Maker on the left is sleeping in a posture that is inconsistent with her personality. Her delicate body is almost curled up in a ball, like an armadillo that has encountered danger and is curled up. Her whole body exudes a strong sense of defensiveness, as if she is afraid of something.

Her long orange hair fell casually over her delicate, fair collarbone; her radiant skin was covered with rosy blushes, faintly revealing the lingering effects of a storm; between her tightly furrowed brows, there was still a lingering pain from unbearable hardship; after removing her glasses, her gentle demeanor softened, revealing a cold and dashing face that made one feel an irresistible urge to cross the line and invade.

However, judging from the wary demeanor even in sleep, and the instinctive reaction of the other person to clamp their legs together and lean back as soon as their skin touched, it was clear that getting close was difficult for the time being.

The ancient snake reluctantly withdrew its hand that had been covering Aozaki Touko with the silk blanket. Looking at the Grand Doll Master huddled in the corner, his spines bristling like a hedgehog, it couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Well, it seems I went a little overboard last night.

Everyone forgot that this girl still retains a human body.

Immediately, a faint trace of pity appeared in those deep, serpentine vertical pupils.

As a Grand Doll Maker, Aozaki Touko naturally has countless ways to replace her own organs and possess endurance and an invulnerable body.

However, simply because he liked it, Orange continued to use his original form.

Faced with the immortal, bestial divine body, it was naturally utterly defeated and routed.

Thinking of this, the pity in Samael's eyes turned into a helpless feeling of being both amused and exasperated.