Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"It's done!"

With the moon high in the sky, under the flickering candlelight in the room, a petite figure, who had been hunched over the table writing furiously, let out a long breath, rather unladylike, and flung away the ballpoint pen. Rubbing her aching wrist, she quickly checked the workbook one last time before closing it with satisfaction.

"Wow, so fast?"

Under the lamplight, Samael picked up the workbook, glanced through it, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Reines, having completed her mission ahead of schedule, raised her head and smiled demurely, while her azure eyes revealed an undisguised smugness.

That's it? You think a mere high school math workbook can stump a renowned magician? You're underestimating the basic education at the Clock Tower.

As a model of elite education, not to mention a high school math problem, as smart as she is, Reines had already dabbled in university-level calculus and advanced mathematics.

At this moment, after roughly flipping through the workbook, Samael couldn't help but smile broadly.

But that expression was quite unscrupulous.

"Come on, let's continue."

Before Reines could react, three brand-new workbooks were laid out in a row on the desk in front of her, accompanied by gentle words.

One physics book, one chemistry book, and one French book.

Under Samael's smiling gaze, Reines's smile and smugness froze instantly. The girl's gaze fell on that handsome face full of mockery, and she forced out a fake smile that was uglier than crying. She couldn't help but feel furious.

You, a powerful figure comparable to Grand Marshal Zelrich, where did you get so many high school practice problems? And why are there French questions? Don't I deserve any recognition?

"It's good for children to learn more. If they don't endure the hardship of learning, they'll have to endure the hardship of life."

Samael stepped forward and patted Reines' trembling shoulder, like a patient teacher, earnestly imparting the experience of someone who had been there before, and then added with a smile at the end.

"Keep going before dawn."

Watching that leisurely figure go out for a stroll, Reines's fist hardened.

As night deepened, Samael hummed a little tune and stepped out of his small room. The moon and stars were few, their bright light illuminating the majestic architecture and beautiful scenery of the Hanging Gardens.

At the end of the corridor, Achilles yawned, glanced at the prospective Master who was rushing to finish his homework under the lamplight in the study, looking miserable, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Silly child, what tricks are you trying to pull in front of this scoundrel? You probably don't know that even the Greek goddess of wisdom was raised by him, do you?

After silently criticizing the supreme god of the Orphic religion, Achilles noticed Samael under the moonlight, flipping through two workbooks, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes baring his teeth, and couldn't help but go over to ask him something.

"what happened?"

The ancient serpent casually tossed Reines's meticulously prepared work to Achilles, then waved his dismal high school math workbook, covered in bright red X's, looking utterly wistful.

"Tell me, how come there's such a big difference between people? Give the same question to different people, one treats it as practice, and the other treats it as basic literacy. Who is the real elementary school student here?"

"Ah!"

Meanwhile, inside the Thousand World Tree Castle, a high school girl with golden braids, who was hunched over a table writing furiously, suddenly sneezed loudly.

"Let's leave her out for one night, and once she's completely obedient, we'll finalize the agreement with her tomorrow morning."

In the courtyard, the ancient snake stretched and glanced at the lazy figure leaning against a pillar at the end of the corridor, and casually gave an order.

Achilles nodded, then continued to hold his cross-shaped spear, listlessly keeping watch.

Just then, a figure dressed in a gorgeous kimono walked out of the night, stood respectfully at the bottom of the steps, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, and bowed to Samael to inquire.

"It seems you've already met the person. So, what are your impressions of the successor sent by the Clock Tower? Do you need to replace him?"

"Just so-so."

Samael waved his hand dismissively and replied casually, not delving further into the matter.

Keeping Reines around is not only a form of recognition, but also a form of protection. After all, if Reines were thrown back, given the nature of the magician community, she would be worthless, and her situation would be predictable.

Samael seemed to remember something again, glanced at the present Hirori Adashino, and spoke softly.

"Oh, by the way, give a message to the old man Gemstone: I'll visit him at the Clock Tower for tea when I have time."

As he spoke, a sinister look crept onto the ancient snake's face.

I've saved him, but you like cute little girls, huh? You're a lolicon, aren't you? Is that how you're making fun of me? Looks like we need to exchange opinions sometime.

Ryori Hideyuki was slightly taken aback, but then, as if she hadn't noticed the intense malice on Samael's face, she bowed respectfully and nodded, her attitude very proper.

Those who can coast through life in the Department of Law and Political Science are not the arrogant academics; they all possess their own kind of shrewdness.

As for the person who could be addressed by the name of that Demonic Marshal, he was naturally not someone she could casually dismiss or evaluate; he just needed to honestly relay the message.

Besides, with Director Ken's example, even the dumbest person should know what to do.

"If you're free, how about we take a walk together?"

Having just finished dealing with that somewhat unruly young lady under some pretext, Kosho was in a great mood and took the initiative to extend an invitation. Hirori Kasano nodded reservedly and followed behind her temporary boss with elegance and obedience, answering every question and doing her best to play the role of secretary.

Samael was quite satisfied with Hirori Adashino's sensible attitude, and even his tone softened a bit. He also indirectly learned some interesting information about the inside of the Clock Tower from this Serpent of Law and Politics.

For example, the three magic families known as the new Big Three—Ainsworth, Sajou, and Tohsaka—formed an alliance, marched from the Far East, took over the Clock Tower, and devoted themselves to academic research. In recent years, their status in the field of magic has risen significantly.

For example, Rin Tohsaka, the "Red Devil" who has risen to fame among the younger generation of magicians, Ayaka Sajou, the "Monster Princess", and Luvia Serinta Edelfelt, the "Finnish Rising Star", seem to be vying for the top spot this year.

For example, in the underground laboratory of the Clock Tower, a secret group called Mooncell, which has gathered a large number of talents in the fields of spiritual particles and alchemy, including Ereshkigal, Sakura Tohsaka, Ginako, Shion, Rani, and Hakuno Kishinami, is currently conducting...

They are developing many cutting-edge projects, such as the Near Future Observation Lens - Sheba and the Simulated Earth Environment Model - Chaldea.

The person in charge of the project is Sesshouin Kiara, who is ranked first among hackers and currently works at Chaldea.

Rani? Kishinami Hakuno?

Fate, after all, has brought us together again. How interesting.

Samael raised his hand and stroked his chin, chewing on the two unexpected names, a hint of amusement and anticipation flashing in his eyes.

To be honest, he was thinking of sneaking into the clock tower beforehand to take a look around.

Chapter 57 Xiao Mo is a futa 4.4k

The silver moon hung like a hook, its cool glow casting a hazy, sacred beauty upon the majestic building suspended in the sky. Samael strolled along the quiet path, like an emperor inspecting his back garden, admiring the view of this legendary building, said to be one of the eight wonders of the world.

The Japanese beauty following closely behind always bowed her head respectfully, her back slightly hunched, revealing the utter subservience to the strong inherent in her national character. Even when no one was paying attention, her every move showed no impatience or overstepping of bounds.

As his interest in strolling and sightseeing waned, Samael stopped at the bottom of the corridor steps. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ryori Adashino behind him, gave her a slight nod without leaving a trace, then stretched and murmured softly.

"Tell Reines tomorrow morning that I'm only giving her two days to get used to Rider."

Ryori Hideyuki breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in acceptance.

Samuelton paused, glanced behind him, and casually asked.

"Oh, by the way, how's the plan coming along?"

"It's 80% complete, but some key transfers and instructions still require your and the Empress's approval."

Ryori Hideyuki bowed slightly and answered.

Samael was very satisfied with the efficiency of this temporary secretary, and then skillfully switched into work mode, starting to finalize the relevant arrangements with Adano Ryori and assigning tasks to the heroic spirits in the courtyard in advance.

Whether it was the legendary Assyrian empress, the two great Greek heroes, the Knights of the Round Table from Britain, the son of the Indian sun god, or the infant assassin from the misty city, under Samael's arrangement, everyone was able to make the best use of their strengths and advantages.

After all, he knew these heroic spirits very well; many of them were accomplices in past crimes.

Unaware of the reason, Ryori Adashino simply assumed that the man before her possessed extraordinary scheming abilities, her beautiful eyes sparkling with admiration.

After occasionally showing some diligence and garnering a small amount of admiration, Samael quickly reverted to his old ways, yawning and waving his hand, showing little interest in these trivial matters.

"If there are any problems, let's leave it at that for now."

“Your arrangements are impeccable, but you seem to have forgotten that we still have a Servant waiting in the wings…”

Hirori Adano nodded first, then couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

Samael was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"Who?"

"It's Caster..."

As she spoke, Ryori Adashino couldn't help but cough slightly, appearing somewhat unsure of herself.

"Uh, I forgot about this guy."

Samael rubbed his temples, rolled his eyes slightly, and muttered to himself.

William Shakespeare, in terms of art, is the most outstanding playwright in the history of English literature, one of the most outstanding writers in the history of Western literature and art, and one of the most outstanding writers in the world.

But as a teammate, he was the only "noob" hero on his team, essentially a non-existent type, so it's no wonder he didn't think of him.

"By the way, where did Caster go? Come to think of it, it seems like we haven't seen that old guy for a long time since the first battle at the Thousand World Tree Castle?"

Mentioning that troublesome playwright, Samael looked around and couldn't help but mutter a question, a hint of sinister light flashing in his eyes.

"Could it be that he's hiding in some corner, making up stories about me in a notebook?"

"Of course not, he's recovering from his injuries..."

Ryori Hideyuki coughed lightly, offering a fair defense for the unfortunate playwright.

Upon hearing this, Samael became puzzled and turned his gaze to Ryori Adashino, asking her further questions.

"That doesn't make sense. Achilles was careful with his actions. That old guy was, after all, a Heroic Spirit who had been harmed. Normally, he should have been jumping around in bed by now."

"That's right, the swelling went down the next day, but he ran into your knight when he went out."

"Mordred?"

"Well, Caster seems to have accidentally angered Saber and got beaten half to death. He's been lying in bed recovering for the past few days."

"No wonder I've had a lot more peace and quiet these past few days."

Samael chuckled upon hearing this, a wicked smile creeping onto his face.

After a moment of gloating, the ancient serpent, with the last vestiges of his conscience, forced himself to suppress his smile and solemnly defend Mordred.

“If it weren’t for the verbal offense, Saber would usually be quite reliable.”

Ryori Hideyuki bowed slightly, tactfully complimenting the "rebellious son".

"As you said, this is, after all, the knight of the Round Table who is closest to King Arthur, and is absolutely the epitome of knighthood that has descended upon this era..."

Wow!

However, with a dark shadow flashing across the rooftop ahead, and the sounds of tiles being stomped on and falling off echoing around, the female magician...

The teacher's gaze was fixed on the distant rooftop, and his enthusiastic praise came to an abrupt end.

Samael looked in the direction of the sound and saw "Exemplary Knight" dressed in hot pants and a tank top chasing an orange cat on all fours, running around on the roof.

Having taken in everything, Samael's lips twitched slightly, and he involuntarily raised his hand to cover his face, looking as if he couldn't bear to look.

Soon, a certain athletically gifted little rascal cornered the orange cat, then pounced on it, snatched its prize, and ruffled it repeatedly at the trembling creature, baring its fangs and making a triumphant declaration.

"Haha, see where you can run now, your opponent is me, Mordred! Hmph, see, in the end you still have to obediently let me hug you."

"Meow~"

The tormented little orange cat struggled to free its head from Mordred's arms, its bright eyes wide, and let out a low, fierce growl.

Seeing this, Mordred raised an eyebrow, grabbed the little guy by the scruff of his neck, and declared confidently.

"What, you're not convinced? Fine, let's do it again. This time, I'll let you run the 300 meters first!"

"Mordred, get down here!"

However, before a new round of fair competition between the human and the cat could begin, Samael, unable to bear it any longer, looked at the mess behind him and immediately stopped the two troublemakers from tearing down the roof.

"Hey, partner, you're out for a walk too?"

Mordred looked in the direction of the sound, immediately grabbed the little orange cat, leaped off the roof, and excitedly came to Samael. He held the cat up in both hands and proudly showed off his prize.

"Well, this guy is a bit tough, but he still can't outrun me!"

Samael was speechless at the simple and extreme joy of the mischievous child, but she did regret buying the little orange cat from the Tulipas pet shop.

They say nine out of ten orange cats are fat, so shouldn't orange cats be relatively lazy? How come this one runs around so energetically, it's just like a husky.

Originally, this was just meant to give her some company when she was bored and to help her release her boundless energy. Who would have thought that these two cats, one big and one small, would team up to destroy the house?

If you don't punish him for three days, he will tear off the tiles!

Just as the ancient snake was secretly grumbling to himself, Mordred, who had a strong competitive spirit for the game, approached Samael, put his elbow on his shoulder, and began to chatter impatiently.

"Hey, partner, you're here just in time! Be our referee, I can beat it in ten seconds this time!"

Samael glanced at the paw resting on his shoulder, said nothing, his reserved smile twisted into a distorted expression, the taut muscles in his face twitched more noticeably, and the dark color of his face deepened, like dark clouds gathering in the sky.