Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The Japanese beauty, with her keen sense of danger, promptly bowed and pondered.

"My lord, there are still some details regarding the courtyard's layout that I need to discuss with Her Majesty the Empress."

"Yes, she's in her bedchamber. Go ahead."

Samael forced a stiff smile and nodded subtly.

Hirori Kasano paused briefly, pointed to the various colored halos that covered the palace three layers deep behind her, and carefully reminded him.

"This will probably require your permission."

"no problem!"

Samael nodded and waved without turning his head, and a rune outlined with light patterns was engraved into the back of Hitsuji's hand.

Having obtained the pass to enter and exit, sensing the almost tangible low pressure in the air, and seeing the increasingly ferocious smile on someone's face, Ryori Adashino immediately turned and ran to find her Servant.

"Hey, that annoying woman from my partner's side has left. When do we start?"

Completely unaware of the impending doom Mordred was still preoccupied with his match and came over to urge him on.

However, as Ryori Adano's figure disappeared around the corner, Samael turned around and grinned at Mordred in front of him, placing one hand on the "exemplary knight"'s shoulder and raising the other hand with a flick of his fingers.

then……

Bang bang bang bang~!

The relentless, pounding blows, leaving afterimages, rained down on Mordred's head like a storm. The Prince of Britain, unable to bear it any longer, gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

"Where is the chivalry! Where is the etiquette of a knight! Where is the doctrine of a knight! We taught you so much, but you've forgotten it all when you're out having fun in Camelot, haven't you?"

"If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles! And doing this so late at night, don't they let people get any sleep?!"

"And in front of other people! You're supposed to be a Knight of the Round Table, can't you at least give me some face when I'm praising you?!"

After being subjected to a barrage of attacks, Mordred's head was buzzing. While defending and dodging, she stubbornly protested.

"What's with all this 'crazy' stuff? The Cavaliers are all about fists! As long as you beat your opponent, isn't that all that matters?"

The rebellious knight, who had been beaten, turned his vicious gaze toward the direction where Adano Ryori had left, scratching his sharp fangs like a cat with its fur standing on end, and muttering resentfully.

"Was that woman from earlier telling on you? I'll corner her a few times and beat her until she's scared of you. She'll never dare to gossip again!"

Samael raised an eyebrow and drew out his words.

"Oh? You sound like you're quite experienced."

"Of course! Back in Camelot Palace, none of the other kids dared to say anything bad about me. That's exactly what I did, and it worked great! I got zero negative reviews on every moral assessment!"

Sensing the sharp thud on his head, Mordred seemed to pause for a moment, and he felt smug.

Yangyang shared her past experiences.

Samael smiled, then his face turned cold and sinister, his chest heaving with anger and blood, and the force of the blow he delivered increased.

I was wondering why kids kept throwing stones at our windows in the middle of the night for those years. Every time I asked about your performance, your classmates praised you highly. Turns out, it was you who beat up all the trainee knights in your cohort.

What a misfortune for our family! What a misfortune for our family!

Realizing that the development of his unruly child was now unstoppable, Samael, with a mix of sudden realization and regret for spoiling him too much, gave Mordred's tough head another good whack.

Finally, after a good beating, Mordred, who outwardly admitted defeat, reluctantly promised to fix the damaged roof, and this belated family lesson came to a temporary end.

However, Mordred, being the kind of person who doesn't learn from mistakes, quickly forgot her previous reprimand and continued to follow Samael around carefree, clutching the kitten in her arms.

Along the way, as the atmosphere eased, Samael asked about the doubts that had been on his mind.

"I heard you beat up Caster?"

"That's right, it's because that guy talked nonsense!"

Mordred's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she snorted coldly indignantly.

Samael pressed on, curious, "What did he say?"

Mordred paused for a moment, grinding his silver teeth together.

"He actually called me 'Beautiful Miss,' but he's the 'Miss'! No, his whole family is!"

A mischievous child with a short ponytail couldn't help but grit his teeth as he talked about an unpleasant experience he had previously had.

Samael was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then a sneer appeared on his face, revealing a somewhat unscrupulous nature.

Mordred, that brat, hated being seen as a weak girl; to a knight who prided himself on his bravery, it was a veiled insult.

After all that, Shakespeare had run into the line of fire.

Upon learning the reason, the ancient snake gloated for a few seconds before offering a moment of silence for the poor playwright who had broken several bones earlier.

On my way to say good morning, I got punched by the person I was talking to. This is truly bad luck!

Just as Samael was muttering to himself, a limping figure took advantage of the darkness to sneak open the door and peek out for some fresh air.

However, as his gaze fell upon the menacing figure approaching from not far away, the figure carrying a cane shuddered, as if encountering a natural enemy, and immediately tried to minimize his presence, shrinking into the shadows and retreating to his bedroom.

"Oh, what a coincidence, you're out shopping too, Caster."

The sharp-eyed Samael waved his hand ostentatiously and spoke with a smile.

Shakespeare, who had intended to flee, was caught red-handed. He stiffly turned around, carefully leaned against the roadside, and forced a dry smile onto his swollen face, removing his hat in salute to his superior.

"Greetings, sir."

Meanwhile, Mordred, who was looking around boredly, noticed a familiar figure in front of him wearing a sail hat and sporting a small mustache. He crossed his arms, wrinkled his nose, and snorted softly.

"And me?"

Looking at the menacing-looking figure, Shakespeare swallowed hard, then hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around before he cautiously began to speak.

"Good day, sir."

In English, Sir was originally an honorific title for a knight, generally translated as "sir." Only nobles who were knighted could be called Sir. As time went on, it also came to mean "gentleman" and became a masculine title.

Since she wasn't happy when we called her a woman last time, surely it's okay to call her a man this time?

At this moment, the playwright, who was quite particular about his words, was very pleased with his quick wit and looked back at the legendary Knight of the Round Table.

However, the pretty face that came into view was now ashen.

"What do you mean? How dare you call me a man! How outrageous!"

Accompanied by a suppressed roar, a fist, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, rapidly enlarged before Shakespeare's eyes.

boom!

In an instant, amidst a muffled explosion, Shakespeare fell backward, his face, which had only recently recovered from swelling, now a ghastly bluish-black, his lifeless eyes gazing at the dark night sky with tears welling in them.

Neither a man nor a woman will do, so what should I call you? Can you please give me a straight answer?

Samael glanced at the lifeless Shakespeare and shook his head inwardly.

If you say Xiao Mo is a girl, she'll hit you; if you say she's a boy, she'll still hit you. See? That's how difficult it is to deal with a stubborn, unruly child.

So why don't you just call him Knight or class without adding gender? Why do you have to be so clever?

Chapter 58 Forced Lesbianism 4.4k

In the courtyard, the pond is shallow, and as the ripples spread, they reflect the figures of two adults and one child washing themselves by the water.

On the pebble-paved shore, Atalanta and Liudao Lingxia sat on either side, patiently washing Jack's face and combing his short hair, showing great affection.

Like a mother, Liu Daolingxia gently held little Jack's limbs, smiling and patting her daughter's pink back to comfort her: "Good girl, girls are more likable if they are clean and pretty."

Atalanta, like an older sister to her, gently but with an undeniable sternness, held down Jack's restless little head and meticulously rinsed the little girl's face.

Mo: "Don't move around, it'll be over soon."

As the group's darling, Little Jack, with bubbles on his head, couldn't help but giggle as the physical contact tickled him. He dodged left and right, his trembling toes splashing through the water.

The joyful scene was like stuffing a cat that's afraid of water into a bathroom tub for a shower; the splashing water and flying white foam quickly covered Liu Daolingxia and Atalanta's entire bodies.

Under the bright moonlight, their thin, damp clothes clung to their skin, revealing their alluring curves.

Finally, after a lot of fuss, little Jack, who was originally dirty, was transformed into a beautiful young man. Wearing a white dress, he sat in the arms of his "mother," Liu Daolingxia, and happily picked up the dried fruit that had been brought to him, enjoying it immensely.

After getting ashore, Atalanta picked up a dry towel to wipe her hair and body. Looking at the little guy in Liudao Lingxia's arms, who was munching on snacks, she couldn't help but reach out her fingers, as if she wanted to secretly stroke the human cub's head.

However, as an Assassin, Jack had an extraordinary perception of his surroundings and the atmosphere around him. He immediately looked up and caught Atalanta, who was approaching, staring at the adult making strange moves with his pure green eyes.

Atalanta recoiled as if electrocuted, her wandering gaze darting around, appearing nonchalant, but an unnatural blush crept onto her cheeks in the moonlight.

Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere lasted only a moment before it was broken by the quick-witted Liu Daolingxia.

"Archer, you seem to really like children?"

"Yes, compared to adults, children are the purest and most adorable lives."

Atalanta nodded gently, her gaze towards the infant spirit Jack filled with tenderness.

Humans often have a strange compensatory psychology; the more they cannot get something, the more they crave it.

Just as Atalanta was abandoned by her parents as a child and survived only because of the care of others, she hoped to repay this kindness to the children, to help those who were not favored as much as possible, and to create a world in which all children grow up surrounded by love.

Few people know that this female hunter under the moonlight possessed such a soft and childlike heart.

Unfortunately, as a loser who kept falling in life, Little Jack was also a ray of light in Liu Daolingxia's life, pulling her out of the bottomless abyss of reality and allowing her to rediscover the meaning of life.

Although Atalanta showed great affection for little Jack, as his "mother," Rokudo Reika would not easily give her child away to others.

However, as a kindred spirit in some ways, Liu Daolingxia had better advice for her newly acquainted best friend.

"Archer, since you like children so much, why don't you consider having one yourself?"

Atalanta shuddered upon hearing this.

A...child of one's own?

This seems alright.

The hunter's mind was racing, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

But soon after, as her surging emotions subsided, Atalanta looked down at her reflection on the water, bit her cherry lips, her eyes gradually dimmed, and she gently shook her head.

"Forget it, I don't have the confidence to be a good mother."

Perhaps due to the shadow of being abandoned, Atalanta harbored a nameless unease and fear regarding formal family relationships and the responsibility of raising children.

When her best friend expressed her inexplicable fear of childbirth, Liu Daolingxia smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned.

"There's not much to worry about. A child's growth is never solely dependent on the mother; the father also plays a part."

As the words of comfort echoed in her ears, Atalanta couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and a familiar face involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

Just as the hunter was lost in thought, a tall, slender figure stepped across the pebbly path, bathed in moonlight, and strolled towards her.

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

"Wow, whose little girl has grown so beautiful and adorable?"

The lighthearted banter caught the attention of Jack, who was in Liu Daolingxia's arms. The white-haired little girl, who was munching on dried fruit, couldn't help but peek out and steal a glance at the terrifying, dangerous, and delicious-looking adult walking towards them.

"Oh, it's little Jack. Have you been behaving like a good boy these past few days?"

Samael, parting the vines, walked over with a smile and casually asked a question.

Behind him, a dejected Mordred was clutching his swollen head, wincing and gasping for breath.

Clearly, this is a typical example and the fate of bad kids.

"Good boy! Jack is a good boy!"

Feeling a sense of crisis, little Jack, seeing the fate of his former playmate, immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Hmm, not bad, good kids get prizes."

Samael nodded in satisfaction, then stretched his right hand out from behind his back and poked it in front of little Jack with a smile.

Little Jack, who had been on edge, suddenly stared intently at the tricolor kitten that Samael was holding.

"Is this... for me?"

The little white-haired girl seemed uncertain and asked hesitantly.

With Samael's nod of approval, Jack, having received a positive answer, cheered and hurriedly picked up the tricolor kitten, cuddling it tightly in his arms.

Even more surprisingly, Jack and Mordred, revealing their childlike nature, got together and played games like catfighting.

From the method of toli