Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As you descend, the fluids in your bladder and kidneys seem to boil, giving you the urge to urinate blood.

By the way, has Bashumu been suffering from a fever lately?

Samael's face was numb, his thoughts drifting out of his mind and wandering aimlessly.

At this moment, looking at his emaciated superior across from him, the ancient poisoner felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. He then picked up the cup in front of him and drank it down in one gulp.

Mmm, the familiar taste, the familiar flavor, the familiar feeling...

Ok? !

In an instant, Semiramis's smile froze as she looked down at the tea in her cup, which appeared to be a reddish-pink hue.

At the same time, a snake opposite her grinned and pulled out a small pink bottle that looked quite familiar to Semiramis, placing it on the table with a smile.

"If that's not enough, I have more here..."

"boom!"

The empress's hand trembled, and the exquisite cup slipped from her palm, falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

This time, no one came to pick them up.

Well……

Semiramis felt the heat rising from her lower abdomen, spreading throughout her body, and she couldn't help but bite her lip and groan. Her ears, which resembled those of an elf, turned red from the tips to the roots.

As the breeze blew, the Empress's exposed skin flushed an alluring rose-red, and even her breathing and the slightest touch brought an indescribable pleasure.

The various sensory stimuli accumulated in his body, gradually becoming uncontrollable, causing the Assyrian poisoner opposite him to clench his legs tightly.

Asclepius's craftsmanship was unparalleled.

Sure enough, buyers who personally experienced the effects not only gave it high praise, but also secretly restocked.

"It seems the double-layered barrier around the palace hasn't been dismantled yet..."

Samael glanced at the embarrassed Assyrian empress, blinked, and kindly offered a reminder.

Suddenly, Semiramis, grasping at a straw, leaped from her seat and stumbled into her bedroom, leaning against the wall, to avoid displaying her shameful behavior in public.

"Snapped!"

But the moment the Empress stepped into her bedchamber, a crisp snap of her fingers rang out, and at the same time, the door closed and locked, and the inner and outer barriers were skillfully activated.

Through the gradually narrowing crack in the door, Semiramis, turning back in astonishment, vaguely saw someone smiling and raising two fingers at her.

The sentence was doubled...

The empress, realizing what had happened, was filled with grief and indignation, and could not shed a tear.

Don't do this, it'll really break...

A gentle breeze still wafts through the pavilion.

The snake leisurely picked up its cup, poured itself a cup of unadulterated black tea, and drank it with satisfaction. At the same time, it raised its hand and drew runes on the water stains on the table, reflecting a 360-degree panoramic view of the palace.

His vertical pupils, opening and closing, revealed the spring scenery inside the room, and deep within his dark eyes, as the lingering pleasure flowed, a hint of malicious mockery flashed across his face.

Often, it's not just women who can be petty; men can be too.

"What are you laughing at? Why are you so happy?"

Just as Samael was watching the live-action masturbation video with great interest, a lithe and agile figure walked out of the council chamber and casually asked a question.

"Don't you think the sunrise is beautiful today, boss?"

Samael turned around and looked at the man with a pair of hairy heads with a smile.

The female hunter with fluffy animal ears and healthy green hair pointed to the sun rising above the horizon below the fortress and the surrounding clouds dyed orange-red, and exclaimed in admiration.

"That's true……"

Atalanta paused for a moment, her gaze drawn to the surrounding scenery, and she nodded subconsciously.

Meanwhile, the ancient snake's other hand, which was resting on the table, quietly brushed across the water stains and turned off the short film that was playing.

"Oh, by the way, there's something they asked me to tell you."

Just as Samael finished cleaning up the mess without leaving a trace, Atalanta, who had come to her senses, straightened her expression and spoke thoughtfully.

"The new successor of the El-Melloi family has arrived, and she wishes to meet with you alone."

"Oh?"

The ancient snake's eyes lit up, and it stroked its chin with interest before lazily stretching its limbs and getting up from its seat.

"Let's go then, it's a good opportunity to meet my new subordinate."

A few minutes later, the door to a secluded, quiet room was casually pushed open, and a tall figure cast a large shadow into the room.

"Greetings... Your Excellency..."

In the shadows, a petite girl with beautiful long golden hair and skin as white as a porcelain doll stammered as she spoke, her slender fingers clenching the hem of her clothes, appearing restrained and uneasy.

"Reines El-Melloi Archizorti? You're the new Master?"

"Yes, it is……"

The petite blonde girl nodded weakly, like a fledgling bird that had just left the nest and was trembling in the cold wind.

Samael gave a cold smile, his expression grim.

"The El-Melloi family dares to come here? You should know how Kenneth was sent back to the Clock Tower, right?"

"Please don't send me away! They'll kill me if I go back like this!"

Upon hearing this, the blonde girl named "Lenes" panicked, her face turning pale. She grabbed Samael's clothes and let out a helpless cry.

"I...I'm very good and obedient, I promise I'll do anything!"

While frantically asserting her worth, the little girl's slightly red eyes welled up with tears, clearly on the verge of crying.

"Can you do anything?"

Upon hearing this, the ancient snake raised an eyebrow, its dark vertical pupils gazing down at the seemingly weak and vulnerable little white rabbit, a meaningful smile appearing on its face.

The little girl shrank her neck, instinctively putting some distance between herself and the strange man in front of her.

"I……"

"Ok?"

“Yes, I will…”

Accompanied by a cold, nasal tone, a voice echoed in the room. Reines, on the verge of tears, nodded timidly, her eyes brimming with tears.

Samael smiled knowingly and beckoned to the little girl in the corner.

"Ah."

The little girl responded weakly and moved around rustlingly.

However, instead of moving forward, they were moving backward, their small hands quietly reaching for their suitcases.

“Trimmau…”

"...?"

"The thing in your box, you should call it this, right?"

"...!"

In an instant, upon hearing the whisper in her ear, Reines, who had placed her hand on the handle of the box, froze, her pupils contracting sharply.

But after only a brief pause, the little girl's fingers suddenly accelerated downwards, striking the button on the side of the box.

hum!

However, the sound of ether rang out, and the blonde little girl's figure froze in place like a puppet, unable to move an inch.

Samael, seated in his seat, looked at the white mouse falling into his palm with a mocking gaze, his eyes filled with malice.

From the moment he learned the name Reines Elmello Archizorti, everything about her had already surfaced in his mind.

She was Kenneth's niece. Her mother, a magician, had only mediocre talent and therefore did not inherit the family name. Instead, she married into the branch family, Archizorti, and had several children.

According to the original timeline, when Reines was about five years old, Kenneth El-Melloi, the former head of the El-Melloi family, died in the Fourth Grail War, and his body was subsequently transported back to the Clock Tower. The El-Melloi family, one of the Twelve Great Houses, disintegrated due to the sudden loss of its Lord. Not only did external forces seize its assets, but many branch families also broke away after the plunder. Only the name El-Melloi and a huge debt remained.

Among the few remaining El-Melloi, Archizolti was considered a minor figure. After several twists and turns, Reines, who happened to have a higher aptitude for the Source Crest, became the heir. At this time, in order to quell the dispute between Archizolti and Archibald and to assert her rightful right of succession, Reines was adopted as Kenneth's stepsister. However, she offered some resistance and continued to bear the Archizolti surname.

In this drastically different era, Reines seems to have followed a similar path, continuing to clean up her uncle's messes.

Of course, her willingness to step in and take the blame wasn't entirely unprepared.

The Mercury Self-Disciplined Doll [Trimmau] is a self-disciplined golem formed after being imbued with personality by the Mystic Code Moon Essence Fluid.

It is composed of nearly 140 kilograms of mercury. It is flexible and can freely change shape. It can serve as an unparalleled weapon, or transform into a robust suit of armor (exoskeleton) to enhance the entire body's abilities. Furthermore, it is the El-Melloi faction's premier computing machine. It possesses the intelligence to handle simple household chores and miscellaneous tasks.

Normally, it will quietly follow behind Reines, and if needed, it can be stored in a suitcase and suddenly appear.

"Children shouldn't mess with such dangerous things."

Good movement.

Samael casually walked over, moved the boxes off the ground, and with his back to the little girl, closed the doors and windows one by one with ill intent.

Done!

As the light in the room was gradually swallowed up, Reines, plunged into darkness, was filled with despair and fear.

Chapter 55 The Battle Between the Lesser Demon and the Greater Demon (4.2k views)

"Given Kenneth's offense, we deeply apologize, and El-Mello is willing to pay any price to appease your anger."

Finally, after a moment of trepidation, the immobile Reines swallowed hard, forcing a stiff smile onto her pale face as she tried to save herself.

"Please feel free to raise any requests you may have, and as the intermediary, I will convey them to the family truthfully."

"middleman?"

The demon, with the doors and windows closed, turned around and looked at the trembling white mouse with surprise.

"Yes, yes! You can tell from the names that his surname is Archibald and mine is Archizolti. I'm from a collateral branch and not familiar with the main family!"

Reines nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, a pitiful sorrow creeping onto her fair face as she recounted the whole story in a clear and honest manner.

The Tulifas campaign was supposed to be a show of force by the Mage's Association. Most of the participants had some connection to the Twelve Departments and various factions. So sending such a prestigious lineup was basically an attempt to gain some prestige from the Yggdrasil family and to garner more influence for their own backers.

Kenneth was naturally the representative sent by both the Minerals and Spirit Conjuring families, hoping to further expand the influence of the traditional aristocratic faction, or even replace the World Tree family and thereby take over Tulipas.

However, Director Ken, who should have been in a strong position and in charge of leading the team, ran straight into a brick wall due to his excessive arrogance and conceit.

Samael was not only ruthless but also vicious. He nearly crippled Kenneth, and his penetrating divine power severely damaged Kenneth's proud noble lineage and magic circuits.

Even with a professional therapist, it would take several to over a decade of quiet recuperation before they could start acting again.

Moreover, according to the diagnosis, even if he is able to get out of bed, the quality of his magic circuits will inevitably suffer a severe decline.

This is almost fatal for a family specializing in demonic arts.

Having lost his genius aura, Kenneth's engagement to Sora Nazera Sofiari, the daughter of the Minister of Séance Science, is also on the verge of collapse.

At the same time, poor management and huge medical expenses made the El-Melloi family's finances even worse.

In addition, Kenneth's early success and arrogant personality have put the El-Melloi family in an unprecedented crisis. If they don't find a way to break the deadlock, they may even be stripped of their title as one of the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower.

After all, the world of magicians is real.

The fall of any family line inevitably attracts hyenas to attack and devour it.

Sensing a crisis, the El-Melloi family decisively used their connections and resources to find the legendary Grand Marshal Zelrich and plead with him to severely punish the murderer, preserve their monarch's title, and find a way to repair Kenneth's degenerated magic circuits.

However, after learning the reason for Kenneth's injury, the jeweler's attitude was unusually ambiguous, and he only gave one sentence.

"How you caused the trouble, you should resolve it."

Zelridge then shut himself away from visitors and left the matter unattended.

In an instant, as the El-Melloi family turned and left the residence of the sorcerer in disgrace, the magicians who had originally stood on the side of the victims, cheering and indignantly advocating for the severe punishment of the murderers, all disappeared.

Instead, they were met with pairs of malicious eyes.

Now, the El-Melloi family, driven to the brink, had their illusions shattered and had no choice but to send out a new successor in hopes of resolving the conflict.

But no magician is a fool; faced with such an obvious pit of fire, naturally no one would willingly jump in.

So, after much picking and choosing and passing the buck, an innocent little girl from a certain branch was forced to accept a portion of the magic crest, using the excuse that her magic circuits were similar to Kenneth's, and was thus used as a shield.