Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

This prince, who was known for his decadent lifestyle, frivolous behavior, and infidelity, has long been criticized by the public.

After the couple separated, Princess Diana consistently dedicated herself to charity, earning immense popularity, which deeply displeased the self-proclaimed legitimate royal family.

But unexpectedly, he would criticize his long-standing dedication to philanthropy.

He committed this heinous act against the wife who was close to the people.

The reasons revealed after questioning were even more chilling.

Princess Diana's close association with Camelot tarnished the royal family's reputation. Getting rid of this unruly princess would not only save face for the royal family but also conveniently frame the Knights of the Round Table patrolling nearby.

In reality, however, the princess's initiative to befriend the Knights of the Round Table was an attempt to mend ethnic relations between England, Wales, Ireland, and Scotland, hoping that Camelot's side would treat the ordinary people of Onsa well...

Upon learning the truth, the people were furious and launched a concerted attack on the depraved royal family.

As a result, the old lady who was giving speeches in various places was completely ruined by her unlucky son. As soon as she stepped on stage, she was greeted by a barrage of rotten eggs and tomatoes.

If it weren't for the old lady's strong constitution and the fact that several royal guards risked their lives to protect her, she probably would have passed away that very night to meet King George VI.

Because the unfortunate Prince of Wales made such a huge blunder by being too clever for his own good, even the old lady's sacrifice of the entire royal family's century-old reputation was of no use.

Ultimately, under the public outcry, the royal family's reputation was ruined, and they dared not attend any official events again.

However, at this moment, the career politicians in the cabinet have changed their minds.

The royal family can continue to exist, but it doesn't necessarily have to be named "Windsor." It could be named "Pendragon"!

Anyway, a constitutional monarchy with a "ying" (a derogatory term for a monarch) is essentially a figurehead monarchy, so it doesn't matter who's in charge.

So, the unscrupulous politicians promptly convened both houses of parliament and impeached the British royal family, throwing out a whole host of scandals, including the entire history of the British royal family since the founding of the House of Windsor, which almost dug up the Queen's ancestral graves.

In contrast, the Knights of the Round Table, who returned with their own halo and divine blessing, seemed so noble and endearing.

Therefore, the impeachment of the royal family was passed swiftly with almost unanimous approval as soon as it was put forward.

The next day, the old lady, leaning on her cane, ascended the platform, issued a decree of self-reproach, and sadly abdicated, returning the royal power to the true master of this land—Knight King Artoria.

Upon hearing the news, the people rejoiced throughout the nation, and the entire land of Britain entered the Holy King era.

In recent years, with the resurgence of mystery, the Knights of the Round Table have vanquished evil and saved people from suffering during numerous calamities and crises.

With the return of the legendary Celtic King to power, the IRA, which had once caused the Irish government considerable trouble, has obediently become a compliant citizen.

In addition, the Knights of the Round Table investigated the accounts of the royal family, tearing away the last veil of pretense from these old nobles.

Clearly, no royal family or nobleman could withstand meticulous scrutiny.

Especially since they also have a large family.

With the release of the data, ordinary people finally realized how much the seemingly respectable and upright royal family had secretly siphoned off the wealth of the people.

Under the new king's instructions, the cabinet seized a huge amount of unexplained assets belonging to the former royal family and invested them all in national defense and people's livelihood.

Of course, we're only talking about the ringleader.

Even former Princess Diana of the royal family was hired by the cabinet to become an ambassador for medical care, education, and charity.

Thus, under this series of combined measures, the last remaining nostalgia that the people had for the former royal family vanished.

Instead, there was loud praise for the King of Knights and the Knights of the Round Table, as well as full recognition.

What was once a fragmented nation has gradually developed remarkable cohesion and a strong sense of identity, and this once-declining empire is now radiating a powerful vitality.

Ireland, following suit, also produced a Queen Maeve.

The surrounding nations were all astonished by the changes in Britain and held the knight king atop the tower in high esteem.

Furthermore, the near-perfect peaceful evolution between the Knights of the Round Table and the Knight King Artoria was included in the canons of various mysterious forces, becoming an object of emulation.

However, even after a thousand years of accumulating wisdom in the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars, the Lion King might not necessarily have achieved enlightenment and become a cunning and shrewd politician.

Playing politics requires talent.

Clearly, this Lion King has a mastermind behind him.

Incidentally, the assassins Prince Charles hired through the dark web were from the Assassins.

Although, prior to this, her task completion rate was 100%...

Although the Assassins are all mission-first, professional assassins who will fight to the death to complete their mission...

But that doesn't stop her from occasionally making mistakes; nor does it stop her from having a change of heart, right?

Samael, watching from the television, glanced at Artoria and Morgan walking side by side on the screen, then at the remaining sandwich in his hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and nodded firmly.

Well, that makes sense!

Chapter 3 Don't stop, Wang-chan! 4.6k

Early in the morning, the sun shone brightly, and the weather was fine; it was another peaceful day in Fuyuki City.

With nothing else to do, Samael left Angelica to guard the house and ventured out of the Doll House to stroll around and digest his food.

Walking along the banks of the famous scenic spot, the Ancient Snake soon spotted a fisherman in a plaid shirt and a blue ponytail, sitting on a small stool under the shade of the trees on the riverbank, baiting his hook and casting his line. His eyes were red.

He stared intently at the buoy on the river, his face showing a look of serious readiness.

"boom!"

With a mischievous grin on his face, someone concealed his presence and cautiously crept up behind the fisherman, delivering a sudden and heavy slap to the man with the ponytail's shoulder.

"Hey, good morning, Wang-chan!"

The "friendly" blow from behind, as heavy as a hammer, and the enthusiastic greetings in his ears, like a thunderclap, caused the fisherman, who was completely focused on the riverbank, to stumble and almost fall headfirst into the river.

Fortunately, this Irish Son of Light had good reflexes. At the last moment, he braced himself with one hand and turned around, thus avoiding the fate of swimming in the river.

The moment Cú Chulainn turned his head to look back, his angry gaze met that of a certain smug smiling face, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips, instantly losing his temper.

"Why are you yelling so loudly so early in the morning! I worked so hard to bait the area, and you've scared all the fish away!"

"Uh……"

Seeing that this Irish Son of Light's top priority wasn't getting himself soaked, but rather the fishing spot he had set, Samael was momentarily stunned by the Fuyu fisherman's overwhelming resentment and felt a little weak. He quickly pretended to be familiar with him, reached out and hooked his arm around Cú Chulainn's neck, his eyes sparkling, and comforted him with a smile.

"It's just a few fish. Anyway, it's still early. Even if they swim away, they'll swim back. Are you afraid of losing them all day?"

"Tch, you're kidding! This old man can catch them all when he's fishing!"

Under Samael's reassurance and provocation, Cú Chulainn immediately put his earlier displeasure behind him and boasted with full confidence.

"Hearing you say that, I'm actually a little interested in having a match with you. Do you have a spare rod? Give me one."

Having succeeded in his wicked scheme, the ancient snake pressed his advantage, adopting a competitive stance as he reached out to the fisherman in front of him to ask for his fishing gear.

"Okay, no problem, this time I'll make you admit defeat!"

Upon hearing this, Cú Chulainn immediately tossed over a spare fishing rod, sat down with an air of authority, struck a professional pose, and stared intently at the buoy on the water, like a large dog whose competitive spirit had been aroused.

As expected, competitiveness and reckless promises are your favorite things, Wang-chan.

Having successfully changed the subject and incidentally gotten a free fishing gear set, Samael, who was using it to kill time, sat comfortably on the grass casting his line, enjoying a fun pastime under the guise of competition.

"Take the bait! Take the bait!"

"I won! Hey, I won again!"

It must be said that Cú Chulainn, being a hunter by training, is indeed quite talented in fishing, and in no time his fish basket was filled with seven or eight aquatic creatures of various sizes.

"Haha, Samael, you're doomed!"

"Mmm, Wang-chan is awesome, I'm rooting for you!"

The snake, lounging lazily on the grass with a blade of grass in its mouth, raised its hand and patted Cú Chulainn's head, which was barking defiantly at it.

That posture and attitude made this Irish Son of Light momentarily imagine a scene where someone was stroking a dog's head and calling it "good dog."

Suddenly realizing what was happening, Cú Chulainn slapped Samael's hand away and began to complain in a fit of rage.

"Cú Chulainn, it's Cú Chulainn, you bastard!"

"Okay, no problem, Woof-chan!"

Samael blinked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"You guy...!"

Just as Cú Chulainn's blood pressure spiked and veins bulged on his forehead, Samael raised his chin, tilted his head towards the water, and gave him a smiling reminder.

"The fish is going to get away!"

In an instant, Cú Chulainn's attention was drawn back to the buoy. He quickly gripped the bent fishing rod and yanked the big fish out of the water.

"Wow!"

Under the sunlight, a bass weighing seven or eight kilograms leaped out of the water and flung itself toward the shore.

Cú Chulainn immediately grabbed a net and caught the bass that was thrashing about in mid-air, putting it into the fish basket.

Seeing another big fish in his pocket while the other side still hadn't caught much, the Irish Son of Light couldn't help but feel very proud and prematurely declared himself the winner.

"Hmph! I'm definitely going to win this time. You bastard, you'll get what's coming to you!"

"If you win, you win, anyway..."

Samael spread his hands, looking completely innocent, his smiling, blinking vertical pupils revealing a hint of cunning.

"I didn't agree to anything..."

"..."

At this moment, Cú Chulainn, belatedly realizing he had been tricked, couldn't help but twitch his lips, slumped back onto his small stool, and hung his pole with a sullen expression.

"Forget it, let's not compete anymore, it's pointless."

"Sigh, I really don't know where this unwarranted competitive mentality comes from."

Beside him, the living deity who had witnessed Cú Chulainn's entire journey from triumph to despair shook his head helplessly, adopting the demeanor of an elder, and sighed with regret.

"Squeak..."

With a faint cracking sound, Cú Chulainn's fist hardened, his face turning as black as the bottom of a pot, and he cursed inwardly.

Wasn't this the competition you wanted to compete in? You bastard!

"Hey, they've taken the bait! Open for business!"

As he spoke, Samael felt a vibration in his wrist. Instantly, he changed his previous nonchalant and aloof demeanor, smiling as he reeled in the line and flicked his wrist, pulling up a pomfret weighing over a pound. He then excitedly picked up the landing net to receive the catch.

That beaming smile made Cú Chulainn's fists not only harden but also itch.

However, after repeatedly looking at his fist, and then looking at...

After seeing the other person's face, Cú Chulainn finally gave up on the tempting idea and sat back down dejectedly.

Forget it, I can’t beat him.

I still have a good mood for most of the day, don't let this jerk ruin it.

On the contrary, after experiencing the daily "dog walk," Samael was in a great mood, leisurely fishing while casually asking questions.

"Speaking of which, how's the Linglong Pavilion doing lately?"

"What do you want? My Master is busy!"

Instantly, Cú Chulainn's voice rose, his eyes fixed on Samael with intense vigilance, like a ferocious hound baring its teeth upon seeing an enemy invading its courtyard.

"I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless!"

"..."

Samael was speechless when he saw the Irish dog treating him like a thief, as if he were a formidable enemy. He then pointed to his nose in frustration, looking completely innocent and aggrieved.

"Hey, I was just asking, what are you thinking? Do you think I'm that thirsty?"

Upon hearing the aggrieved accusation from the other side, Cú Chulainn carefully examined him from head to toe, then raised his hand to stroke his chin, pondered for a moment, slowly raised his head, and solemnly spoke.

"Have!"

You...

The ancient snake's expectant gaze froze instantly, its lips twitching as it lodged a stern protest.

"You bastard, how dare you slander someone's innocence in broad daylight!"

"clean?"

Cú Chulainn pondered this indignant self-justification for a moment, then looked at Samael with a disdainful gaze.