Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Gentlemen, considering that the Thousand World Tree family has completed its unification, we should also act together and unify our command to strive for a greater chance of victory. Therefore, from today onwards, I will be responsible for the overall coordination."

Seeing the young man who arrived last, stepping into the vain sky garden and immediately taking the initiative, the elites of the Clock Tower looked at each other in astonishment.

"After I finish speaking, who is in favor and who is against?"

The man smiled and asked with a humble and kind expression.

"You're in charge? Commanding us?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden, cold snort came from the east side. Kenneth, with his arms crossed, looked on with disdain and disgust.

"Since when hired bounty hunters dared to ride roughshod over us?"

The magicians nodded to themselves upon hearing this, maintaining an air of indifference as they observed the scene.

Although Director Ken's words were harsh, they did reflect their true feelings to some extent.

Conversely, a Greek hero under Kenneth's command, upon hearing that arrogant question, felt his eyelids twitch wildly, his heart stop, and he cautiously moved backward, quietly distancing himself from his master.

Samael was not annoyed; his attitude became even more amiable. He took out the letter he had obtained from the church's agent, Caleb, and explained gently.

“I have received authorization and entrustment from the church, and I should have the responsibility of supervision and guidance.”

The smile on his face was very bright.

Achilles shuddered and quietly retreated seven or eight steps towards the door.

Karna and Atalanta, without prior arrangement, restrained Gina and Shion, who were their Masters, and moved them to a safer location.

corner.

Meanwhile, the Assyrian queen on her throne maintained her decadent and languid demeanor, slowly raising her wine glass. Through the swirling liquid, her narrow eyes observed the magicians in the arena with great interest.

"Of course, I will also try to go through the procedures with the Clock Tower when I have time. Usually, they should agree."

On the field, Samael smiled slightly and spoke humbly.

That's about all I wanted to say. Now that I've finished, who agrees and who disagrees?

In an instant, Achilles, whose heart was pounding, took ten steps back.

Then, the great Greek hero thought for a moment, and quietly took two steps to the left.

That was the direction where the huntress Atalanta was.

At that moment, Kenneth, who was confident in his lineage, couldn't wait to jump out as soon as he finished speaking, wanting to teach this arrogant outsider a lesson.

"I am against..."

"boom!"

However, the moment Kenneth spoke, a figure flashed by, and the Level 1 Instructor, whose head was being roughly pressed down, was slammed to the ground like a tattered sack.

Amidst a deafening roar, the once arrogant and noble magician coughed up blood and instantly withered, horrifying cracks spreading beneath him.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

The snake, perched high above, winked and asked with a smile, its face full of kindness.

The intense sense of humiliation caused Kenneth's face to contort in pain. The magician raised his hand to strike, gritting his teeth and letting out a furious roar.

"Fervor, meisanguis (Boiling, my blood!)!"

"Automatoportumdefensio (automatic defense); AutonlatoporIunlquaerere (automatic target acquisition); Dilectusincursio (automatic attack)!"

"ire:sanctio (tracking and eliminating), Scalp! (slash)!"

In an instant, strings of obscure Latin characters came out of the magician's mouth.

At the same time, 140 kilograms of mercury gushed out from under Kenneth in several streams, forming a shell-like membrane around him and enveloping him.

Immediately afterwards, the surface of the closed liquid mercury sphere undulated, and dozens of whip-like mercury columns, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound from the air, slashed forward rapidly.

Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, the magical artifact he possesses.

Its functions include automatic attack, automatic target acquisition, and automatic defense. The attack method is a slashing strike; the target acquisition method involves sensing air currents and heat sources; and the defense methods include membrane defense and pillar defense.

In essence, it is made using 140 kilograms of mercury as a carrier, and by combining the physical properties of mercury with the magician's expertise in fluid manipulation.

Furthermore, its power varies depending on the strength of the magician's magic mark.

A noble lineage naturally allows one to display a more perfect appearance.

Due to its suitability, this is undoubtedly Kenneth's favorite formal attire among his many collections.

Die, you vile insect! This is the price of offending a magician!

Inside the mercury sphere, Kenneth watched the hideous figure about to be torn apart by the mercury column, a twisted look of vengeful pleasure spreading across his face.

However, the next moment, the noble magician's sinister smile froze, and his gaze became blank.

The incredibly sharp mercury column erased all the incantations engraved on the man's body the instant it touched him.

In an instant, the uncontrolled liquid mercury at the front end crashed down, spilling across the ground.

not good!

Sensing that the strange power was further eroding and disintegrating the main body of his magical costume, Kenneth panicked and hurriedly cut off the neutralized mercury column at the front.

But a pair of outstretched, jade-like fingers had already pierced the thin membrane formed by the Moon Spirit Essence, casually and roughly tearing it apart, and then pulled the bewildered Kenneth out.

"Rider, what are you waiting for!"

In desperation, Kenneth, covered in sweat, instinctively called for help.

However, when he turned around, he found that his follower, the great hero of Greek mythology who swept away thousands of armies, had actually slipped out of the corridor and was keeping his distance.

Achilles, you...!

Abandoned, Kenneth looked bewildered, but quickly came to his senses and instinctively raised his right hand, preparing to activate a Command Spell to force his Servant to come to his rescue.

boom!

However, as Samael threw the magician forward, the noble magician was instantly turned into a rolling gourd, leaving dents all over the ground, and crashed into the steps below the throne.

puff!

Almost simultaneously, several mercury raindrops floating in front of Samael coalesced into a sharp cone, piercing through the air and pinning Kenneth's raised right hand to the steps.

"Hand! My hand!"

In an instant, the pampered noble magician screamed as he looked at his right hand, which had been pierced through, his face filled with horrified ashen white.

"Director Ken, I didn't want things to turn out this way either, so please take my advice:"

At that moment, the man who was lightly dusting off his clothes walked over leisurely, bent down slightly, raised his hand and patted the magician's shoulder, and earnestly offered his advice.

"If you don't have the ability, don't pretend to be something you're not..."

That flippant tone and half-smiling expression made Ken, with his extremely strong sense of self-respect, feel...

Nice felt a rush of blood to his head, and his cheeks instantly turned a deep liver color.

"puff!"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Director Ken, who had always had a smooth life, vomited purplish-red blood, then his vision went black and he fainted.

"Ah, so fast?"

Samael raised his hand and poked the unconscious Kenneth in front of him, seemingly still wanting more.

"Fine, I'll take your advice."

"..."

The magicians and heroic spirits who witnessed the whole process looked at the kind-faced man who seemed to be relieved that his opponent had come to his senses, and couldn't help but frown. They kept their distance from this dangerous figure without making a sound.

"Hey, don't go! We haven't finished talking yet!"

Samael, who seemed to have noticed something, gave a serious reminder, then smiled and looked at the Servants and Masters who were frozen in place, speaking in a very friendly manner.

"Now that I'm in charge, who has any objections?"

Upon hearing that incredibly gentle tone, everyone shuddered involuntarily and shook their heads in unison.

Then, he glanced at Kenneth, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Shake his head again.

"Well, it seems we've reached a friendly consensus."

Samael smiled with satisfaction, then stepped onto the stairs and walked step by step to the throne.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the Assyrian Empress Semiramis rose naturally, respectfully offering her seat to Samael, while she stood to one side like a maidservant.

"Then, everyone, from this day forward, I will lead you to victory in this Holy Grail War!"

As the deep voice echoed in the empty hall, Karna, the son of the sun god, Mordred, the rebellious knight, Atalanta, the huntress, Achilles, the great hero, Semiramis, and other top-tier fighters of their side gathered before the steps in full view of everyone. They knelt on one knee, pounded their right fists on their chests, and solemnly responded in unison.

"This sword is entrusted to your hand, and this body will be yours!"

Immediately, the magicians who had been left standing aside were dumbfounded as they stared at the five powerful Servants who had collectively expressed their support.

Sir, you should have said so earlier if you had this connection!

At this moment, the magicians, realizing the situation, bowed in unison, filled with resentment.

It's not easy for people who come out to work, is it really necessary to make things so difficult for us?

After making an example of someone to scare others and establishing his leadership, Samael, sitting on the throne, yawned and waved his hand, somewhat disheartened.

"Alright, that's all for today. If there's nothing else, let's adjourn the meeting."

"Your Highness, what should we do about him?"

However, just as everyone was trembling with fear, Hideaki Ryori stood up, pointed to the unconscious Kenneth at the bottom of the steps, and respectfully inquired.

Samael gazed at the snake-like woman before him, stroking his chin with amusement in his eyes.

"What, you want to plead for your colleague?"

"of course not."

Ryori Hideyuki shook her head slightly, then habitually pushed up her glasses and smiled as she reminded him.

"However, in my humble opinion, the loss of a magician's supply of ether and Command Seals will affect the combat power of our Servants to some extent. This is something we still need to consider."

“Alright, then send him back to the Clock Tower and have Zelrich send someone knowledgeable.”

Samael smiled dismissively and casually made the arrangements.

Hearing the man on the throne boldly call the Demon Marshal by his real name, the disciples and followers of the Clock Tower trembled and looked at Kenneth with more pity.

It seems that what Director Ken kicked was not some easy target, but a large piece of granite.

The kind that's studded with diamonds inside...

Chapter 41 The Insights of the Poor, the Heroes of Charity (8.5k)

Night falls inside the magnificent floating fortress.

After handing over his guard duties, Karna disarmed himself and entered a room.

"Lancer, you're back!"

As soon as she entered, Gina, who was squatting on the sofa refreshing her battle record, hurriedly dropped her game controller and excitedly went to greet her.

However, as she approached, the girl, who was extremely nearsighted, noticed the red marks left on her servant's chest and immediately stopped, looking remorseful.

"Yes, I'm sorry, are you alright, Lancer?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

Karna shook his head indifferently, seemingly unconcerned.

"I was too cowardly..."

Gina bit her cherry lips, weakly regretting her actions.

The act of sending servants to attack Ruler was originally unrelated to her; it was merely an attempt by the arrogant Director Ken to test her.

But this high-ranking member of the Clock Tower, who was used to giving orders, actually forced her to command Lancer to take action.

Lacking confidence and with a natural fear of the teaching profession, Gina didn't dare refuse, only mentioning it symbolically, trying to brush it off.

However, Karna, upon receiving the order, did not hesitate to go on the trip, and was even injured in the process.

However, Kenneth, who had been beaten up during the day, had been sent back, and now no one dared to yell at her anymore.