Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

While buying Mordred a playmate at the pet store, Samael also bought a little Jack for his family, who had been behaving well recently.

After all, few children can resist the allure of furry little animals.

Watching the two children playing happily in front of him, Samael smiled slightly, and even squatted down to act as referee on a whim, pushing their playful antics to a climax.

Atalanta gazed at the three people enjoying themselves in the distance, lost in thought.

Lingxia, who was standing to the side, seemed to be deep in thought. After the game was over, she smiled and stepped forward, seemingly casually bringing it up.

"During the day, I heard from Lancer's Master Gina that she took advantage of the holiday sale to buy several popular new games and was worried about not having anyone to play them with."

Immediately upon hearing this, Mordred and Jack, who were lying on the ground struggling with the two kittens, perked up their ears, jumped up quickly, and looked eager to try.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Daolingxia bid farewell to Samael, grabbed the two little girls who were circling around her, and went to Gina's bedroom to play games.

Looking for people to play games with? Isn't Gina supposed to be socially awkward?

The ancient snake looked at the three people walking further and further away on the path, scratched its head, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

boom!

Just as Samael was beginning to have doubts, a figure swept past from the water's edge, tackling him to the ground. A full, shapely bottom straddled his waist, and emerald green eyes looked down at the prey in her claws, her handsome face radiating an aggressive aura.

Under the bright moonlight, Samael felt the surge of blood in his chest and abdomen, and looked up with some surprise at the forest elf bathed in the silvery light.

The boss tonight seems more proactive and assertive than ever.

It must be said that this wild beauty is even more captivating.

Samael licked his dry lips, a burning desire gradually rising in his eyes, and his hands naturally climbed up the hunter's slender and shapely waist.

"Let's have a child."

The sudden murmur in his ear startled Samael, his restless fingers freezing in place. He looked at Atalanta, who was bewildered by his unusual behavior that night.

Because of his childhood experiences, Atalanta was fully aware of his fear and anxiety about having children, so he never forced him to.

At this moment, Atalanta, who was in a superior position, lowered her head and leaned close to Samael's ear, gently biting her cherry lips and whispering.

"I may not be a good mother, but you will definitely be a good father."

After the female hunter resolved her long-standing inner conflict, the reserve and hesitation in her eyes melted away, and a hint of longing and passion grew deep within them. She bent down and enjoyed the delicious prey under her claws.

"Yes, I will!"

Samael, recovering from his brief daze, nodded solemnly and revealed a bright and warm smile.

When a woman takes the initiative to express her willingness to bear children for you, it is essentially equivalent to loving you without reservation.

However, if you want the seeds, you'll have to work even harder tonight, boss.

Samael looked at Atalanta, who was neither hunter nor prey, with a hint of mockery on his face, and responded with even more fervor.

But for some reason, a strange sense of unease always seemed to be subtly surging within the ancient snake.

He seemed to have forgotten something important...

Meanwhile, in the courtyard and the imperial bedchamber.

Adano Ryori, dressed in a gorgeous kimono, placed the back of her hand, which was engraved with runes, against the floating light screen in front of the main hall, opened the barrier, and then her body seemed to pass through a layer of water film, entered the interior, and knocked on the hall door.

Strangely, the main hall, which should have been brightly lit, was now pitch black.

Ryori Hideyuki adjusted her glasses, wrinkled her nose, and the air was filled with a faint aroma of alcohol and some other indescribable scent.

Is he drunk?

The Japanese beauty frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and stepped across the threshold into the main hall.

"Your Majesty, I need to discuss the matter of defense deployment with you."

Within a few breaths, for some reason, Ryori Adano felt inexplicably hot.

"Um..."

As if in sync, strange murmurs came from Hirori Adashino's lips and from the curtain in front of her.

Hearing the noise beside her, the dutiful Japanese beauty subconsciously patted her somewhat dizzy head and stepped forward.

"So you were here..."

However, the moment he stepped over the upward steps, a biological instinct made Ryori Adano abruptly stop in her tracks.

Something seems off.

Wow!

But before Ryori Adano could stop and think further, the curtains, billowing in the breeze, coiled like snakes, binding the intruder's limbs and dragging her onto the swaying bed with lightning speed.

The beautiful woman from the East, having broken free from the veil, gazed through the hazy moonlight at the servant before her—whose eyes were brimming with moisture, burning with a predatory heat, whose skin glowed with an alluring rose-red, and whose body writhed like a snake. Her mind went blank.

It was as if she were a female beast that had captured its prey.

Bang!

In an instant, the door to the courtyard closed and locked itself shut without any wind, completely sealing off the strange sounds and wails brewing behind the curtains.

Two days later, early in the morning.

A misty vapor filled the pool, and the water rippled with the sunlight, displaying magnificent colors. Samael scooped up a handful of warm water to wash away the marks left on his body after the fierce battle.

Clear water flowed down the muscles

As the texture of his clothes slipped away, Samael, in a moment of pain, glanced at the scratches and teeth marks covering his back, chest, abdomen, and even his arms, and couldn't help but gasp and grit his teeth slightly.

Sure enough, squeezing out enough material in two days was still too much of a stretch; the only way to make up for the lack of time was to increase combat intensity.

But it must be said that the eldest sister, who was completely devoted to the role, was truly crazy; she almost tore him apart.

Unfortunately, the final outcome was still completely predictable.

The exhausted female hunter, her skin flushed from the afterglow of the previous encounter, lay limply on her side on the recliner, her brow slightly furrowed in sleep, her hands resting on her slightly protruding belly, as if protecting some hard-won achievement.

Samael turned to look at Atalanta, who was fast asleep covered with a bath towel, shook his head and chuckled, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

As Samael rose from the pool, his immortality circulated within him, and the deep, bleeding scratches and teeth marks on his body healed rapidly at a visible speed.

When they arrived at the recliner, Samael's pitiful skin was covered with only a few barely noticeable red marks on the surface of his skin.

Then, he put on his clothes, sat down in front of the recliner, and gazed at Atalanta's adorable sleeping posture for a moment. The ancient serpent then noticed the coolness of the air, shook his head slightly, gently picked up the unsuspecting huntress, and murmured softly...

Be careful not to catch a cold outside, go back to your room and sleep, boss.

After a short spatial teleport, Samael stopped in front of several layers of magical barriers, casually opened the barrier of the main hall, and stepped into the bedroom.

However, as the door swung open, the strange aroma of wine and a hint of sweet fishiness filled the air, acting like a refreshing air freshener. This jolted Samael, who was feeling a bit groggy, into a daze. His smile froze, his body stiffened, and his wandering gaze swept over the torn and scattered pieces of cloth on the floor, like butterflies, before landing on the two intertwined bodies on the bed.

Gulu...

Samael's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard.

He finally remembered what he had forgotten.

In an instant, the ancient snake realized what was happening, hunched over, carefully retracted the foot that had stepped over the threshold, and raised its hand to close the door and run away.

"Why are you running around now that you're in your own palace, Your Majesty...?"

"The details of the defense deployment haven't been finalized yet, sir..."

However, as soon as the culprit turned around, low moans of gritted teeth came from the bed behind him.

The feeling was like the murmur of a soul-reaping messenger in the deepest hell, capable of freezing one's soul.

Samael stopped in his tracks, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead and the back of his neck.

Meanwhile, Atalanta, nestled in his arms, opened her sleepy eyes amidst the noise and slowly woke up.

In a daze, Samael seemed to see a large "寄" (ji, meaning "to entrust") character appearing and jumping before his eyes, becoming clearer and clearer.

Chirp~~

At the critical moment, a faint bird call came from the clouds above, its slender body seemingly reflecting a peculiar yellowish-brown hue.

Suddenly, the ancient snake, at its wit's end, had a gleam in its eyes. It curled its fingers and grasped the "bird" that flew over the courtyard from a distance, capturing it in its palm.

"The Earth and Stone Golems of the Thousand World Tree? It seems they've found us."

Samael, clutching the jewel-encrusted bird-like familiar made of clay, turned back with a stern expression and pondered.

"In half an hour, the council will convene in the main hall. The true Holy Grail War will begin!"

Immediately, the ancient serpent, having left its instructions, took the newly awakened Atalanta and rushed towards the main hall without further ado.

Chapter 59 This Time, It's My Turn to Evade Taxes (4k)

The vain sky garden, the grand hall.

The summoned Heroic Spirits and Masters arrived one after another and gathered here. The atmosphere was solemn and quiet, with a sense of impending doom.

With everyone present, Samael, seated on his throne, glanced guiltily to both sides.

The Assyrian empress and the Eastern beauty, standing on either side of the steps, maintained their elegant demeanor and smiling expressions in front of ordinary people, as if nothing had happened.

However, the two femme fatales' slightly darkened faces in the shadows, and the occasional glances from the corner of their eyes, seemed to intentionally or unintentionally reveal a hint of danger, making the culprit somewhat apprehensive.

so close!

Samael muttered to himself, then turned his head away from the murderous gaze fixed on him, cleared his throat, and quickly steered the conversation back on track.

"Gentlemen, the earth golems sent by the Yggdrasil family to scout have come to our door. They seem to have located the [Courtyard]."

As he spoke, the ancient serpent tossed an eye-shaped gem that seemed to subtly probe into the air, its eerie gaze sweeping over the people in the hall.

So, are you ready?

"Where your sword points, that is where our hearts lie!"

Immediately, all the Heroic Spirits and Masters bowed slightly in unison, pounded their right fists on their chests, and swore their loyalty and hearts to the [King] on the throne.

Samael nodded in satisfaction, propped his chin up with one hand, waved the other hand forward, and curled his lips into a slightly pleased smile.

"Very good, then, raise the sails and set sail!"

Upon hearing this, Semiramis, who was standing to the side, rose slightly and made a grasping motion with her right hand. The floating, condensed purplish-red magic circle diagram automatically meshed and rotated as the Assyrian empress pointed at it.

Buzz buzz!

At the same time, the entire courtyard shook violently, and eleven super...

The over 20-meter-long black panel unfolded like a sail, and several beams of light shot into the sky. The spreading light patterns instantly tore apart the surrounding clouds, revealing the majestic appearance of this massive floating fortress.

The building, resembling a large sky island, cast a chilling shadow over the entire Tulifas as the concealment spell was dispelled, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

Dozens of miles away, the ancient castle and territory built by the Thousand World Tree family over a century appeared so small and vulgar beneath this miraculous courtyard.

In fact, since the last battle, this [Vain Sky Garden] has never been far away, but it has remained silent in a hidden state near the Yggdrasil family's residence.

Of course, this was not only for the purpose of reconnaissance, but most importantly, it was to save money.

Ever since the Jewel King learned that someone had taken over the Holy Grail War in Tulipas, he has intentionally reduced the Mage's Association's spending on the area.

After all, the Clock Tower can't possibly foot the bill for all the expenses incurred by the Dark Council Speaker, can it?

Therefore, in this game, Samael also had to use his own savings to cover some of the expenses.

It must be said that the Assyrian queen's courtyard was extremely extravagant. Even without paying the majority of the construction costs, the "fuel costs" for just one round trip were enough to make Samael wince.

Therefore, after the initial battle, Samael simply hovered the aerial fortress on the edge of the Thousand World Tree family's territory, ready to start another battle as soon as he had finished resting.

Unexpectedly, he was able to reach a consensus with his tax-evading disciple on the issue that "the Holy Grail War is very expensive".

Fortunately, the game is finally about to begin!

Inside the main hall, Samael, seated on his jade throne, narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the Thousand World Tree Castle, whose outline was gradually becoming clearer in the magical projection. He secretly calculated the distance in his mind, and his right hand rose slightly.

In an instant, Semiramis nodded in understanding, and with a flick of her right hand, the cone-shaped base of the aerial fortress slowly opened, and countless dragon tooth soldiers poured down like a tide, wielding bone knives and bows and arrows, heading towards the Thousand World Tree Castle.

coming!

Meanwhile, inside the World Tree Castle, Danic and Vlad III exchanged a glance, opened the city gates, and revealed their armaments.

Thousands of combat-type artificial lifeforms marched out of the magic circle, their pale muscles bulging, transforming into swords, spears, and halberds, shooting out sharp spikes, throwing secret scrolls, or spraying corrosive acid.

Having shed the burdens of human form, these combat weapons, modified to the extreme, display terrifying destructive power.

In an instant, the hundreds of Dragon Tooth Soldiers who had charged ahead fell in droves, like wheat fields sliced ​​by a scythe.

However, this level of attrition has a negligible impact on the Dragonfang Legion, which surges like waves of bones.