Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael smiled, somewhat unconcerned.

"Even if Dracula is gone, there's Camilla; if there's no Camilla, there's Bluebeard; if there's no Bluebeard, there's Graybeard, Greenbeard..."

Joan of Arc pursed her cherry lips, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the figure in front of her before quickly lowering her head, her eyes flickering as if she were lost in thought.

"Give up. Humans always speculate about the past of the dead, and in this land, there will always be a vampire to take the blame..."

Samael shrugged, sighing with a hint of helplessness.

The previous vampire transcended the shackles of stigma and his original self, ascended the gates of the temple of God, and became Saint Vlad III.

The scapegoat for Romania's bloodshed has become a blank.

Changing the overall perception ultimately needs to follow certain logic, so the blame for vampires was smoothly passed on to the next successor.

In terms of their life experiences, both of them had fought against the Turks, were nobles in medieval Europe, were later slandered as vampires because of their cruel acts, and were related by blood.

After all, the territories of the Czepesh and Báthory families, Wallachia and Transylvania, are quite close, and considering the custom of intermarriage in medieval Europe, there might be a connection or continuity of bloodlines.

So, regardless of whether that countess was an innocent ordinary person in history, a real dragon child, a fake vampire, or a talented idol singer, since the grass on her grave is already quite tall, and we've entered the same door, let's be more tolerant of each other.

Anyway, I'm not the one who's badmouthing you.

The ancient snake closed the new edition of the novel after skimming through it, tossed it aside, and muttered to itself.

After the brief chat, the atmosphere in the room became awkward again.

Just as Samael was pondering how to trick... cough... persuade Joan of Arc to go to sleep early, the saintess beside him gripped the hem of her dress tightly with both hands, suddenly looked up, grabbed Samael's arm without saying a word, and walked towards the bed.

"The night is still long, let's find something to do!"

Samael turned around in surprise, his wandering gaze immediately drawn to the shimmering, glistening sheen emanating from the neckline of the knitted sweater.

It seems to be a vacuum...

The windows and doors were locked.

As night deepened, the entire town was enveloped in an even deeper tranquility.

Meanwhile, Tulifas.

Inside a cave where the earth's veins converge, a golden halo appears and disappears in the darkness.

"Snapped!"

Just as the golden light was gathering and becoming brighter, a crisp clapping sound echoed in the cave. A tail with fine black scales and a pink forked end swept the flickering light into a corner.

In the darkness, a slender figure mumbled a few words and continued to sleep soundly in the pit.

Chapter 73 Praying isn't the only thing I'll do when I kneel down. (4.1k)

Early morning in the small town.

A dark figure, leaning against the wall, staggered out of the inn, his eyes bloodshot, his face haggard and exhausted, looking completely drained.

"So, what did you two do last night? It was so intense?"

At the street corner, inside a red and black Ferrari parked in the alley, Semiramis glanced back in the rearview mirror at her boss, who was opening the car door and climbing into the seat. She smiled charmingly, her eyes blazing with gossip.

"Looks like it's going to be a good experience..."

"Not bad my ass! She dragged me around all night explaining high school math problems!"

Upon hearing this, Samael, who was lying slumped in the back seat, sprang up as if springed to life, his face contorted slightly, his expression filled with bitterness and hatred, and he repeated through gritted teeth.

"All night! All night long! They didn't let me close my eyes!"

Upon hearing the sudden rise in pitch and the overflowing grief and indignation in the words, Semiramis was first taken aback, then her facial muscles twitched violently, and she burst into joyful laughter.

Unexpectedly, the god of desire, who was invincible in this regard, was used as free labor by that holy lady, who tutored him in his homework all night.

"dare you laugh!"

Hearing his subordinates' obviously gloating laughter, Samael's face darkened.

"How could that be? I'm heartbroken by what you've been through and the injustice you've suffered!"

Semiramis quickly fell silent, her face tense, and together they righteously and sternly accused a certain tactless Orleans village girl.

"One night... math problems... haha... one night..."

However, as the old story was brought up again, the Assyrian empress, who had been reciting her words in a serious manner, gradually began to pant, clutching her lower abdomen with both hands, her facial muscles contorting once more.

Seeing this attempt to cover up the truth, Samael's face darkened even more.

"You've been laughing at me the whole time, without stopping!"

"As a believer, I have faith! No matter how ridiculous the story may seem, I would never do such a blasphemous thing!"

Semiramis immediately sat up straight, reiterating her stance and principles, but then reverted to the aloof demeanor of an Assyrian empress, mimicking a superior's teasing manner, clutching her lower abdomen with both hands, her solemn expression completely collapsing.

"Unless... I really can't hold back! Hahahaha!"

Clearly, this poisoner and conspirator possessed some integrity, but it was certainly not much.

Meanwhile, as the car filled with a cheerful atmosphere, the person in question, who had initially had a dark expression, inexplicably relaxed and smiled.

—Incomparably brilliant.

A slender, fair hand gently and tenderly rested on the Empress's trembling shoulder, and a low whisper drifted over.

"What, you're quite pleased to hear about this, aren't you?"

Instantly, the air inside the car froze. The Assyrian empress, who had mercilessly mocked her unscrupulous boss, froze, instinctively reaching for the car door, wanting to jump out and run away.

However, the hand on her shoulder was faster, like an iron clamp, pulling Semiramis back and pressing her into the reclined seat.

"Since you're so happy, let's get our revenge on you!"

Then, accompanied by the wolf's sinister grin as it sharpened its claws, the car shook violently, and wailing and sobbing came from inside the rolled-up windows.

Sunrise and sunset, sunset and sunrise, until night falls again and the moonlight grows stronger.

At midnight, the red and black Ferrari, bathed in moonlight, drove out of the town and returned to the underground garage in the courtyard via a stone-slab-shaped lift platform.

As the car door opened, Samael, looking refreshed, stretched and walked towards the courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, the Assyrian empress, her legs trembling, crawled out from the gap between the driver's seat and the steering wheel, stood up with her hands on the hood, and wiped her lips with a sigh of relief.

As punishment for blasphemy, prayer is essential.

Of course, praying wasn't the only thing she did after kneeling down.

The bright silver light shone on the majestic courtyard. Samael, whose interest had been piqued, looked around and shook his head helplessly at a side hall with its door tightly locked.

That was the residence of Atalanta, the leader of the gang.

But ever since he indulged himself with Ta Miao last time, he has been shut out by his own older sister.

The female hunter's reason was that she needed to prepare for pregnancy and practice moderation...

It's not even certain whether she's hit the target or not, so how can she be planning to get pregnant already?

Shouldn't there be as much interaction as possible before the results are in?

And when you were arguing with Kendall Jenner, why didn't you take care of your own stomach?

Samael was speechless.

However, unable to resist the strong-willed female hunter's desire for the snake to cuddle, the ancient snake had no choice but to give up.

Or should we continue with the alternative options?

Under the cool moonlight, Samael turned around and gazed wistfully behind him.

Suddenly, the Assyrian empress, who had been walking along the wall, shuddered and turned pale.

She couldn't handle the constant divine favors, especially when her boss was going all out without restraint.

Alright, let's just give them a small punishment as a warning.

Seeing that Semiramis had a stress response, Samael shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to give up his interest in reigniting the war.

To be honest, he was starting to miss life in Fuyuki City, and he also missed the cute doll-like creatures.

"By the way, where are Liz Byefeld and Mo?"

"Saber returned last night and is now playing games with Gina; the church knight chose to stay in the town to escort the residents to safety."

When Samael casually inquired about work, Semiramis, realizing she had escaped a close call, stopped her escape attempt and cautiously approached her superior to answer.

Escorting residents to evacuation?

Upon hearing this, Samael looked suspicious and turned to glance at the town below the clouds, his dark vertical pupils slightly cracking with cross-shaped patterns of light.

Suddenly, in a bar, a silver-haired paladin, slumped over a table, drowning his sorrows, came into his view.

This is right.

The ancient serpent nodded, unsurprised.

To others, Liz Byffe always seemed to have seen through the world and was not confused at all, which made her very respected.

However, Samael, who had a deep relationship with this paladin in Misaki City, knew very well that this guy was actually a lazy person who hated trouble, never considered the future, and was only interested in having fun.

He's fine in public, but he's definitely not the type to work diligently in private.

It's good for her to relax; she's been feeling really stifled lately.

After confirming the status of everyone, Samael yawned.

"Where is the Holy Grail?"

"The current state is not stable, and we can only determine the approximate area based on the spiritual particle reaction."

Semiramis quietly followed behind her boss, answering every question and diligently fulfilling her role as secretary.

Samael nodded, tilted his head back to look at the moon that was faintly visible through the clouds, his eyes flickered slightly, and a sinister coldness appeared on his upturned lips.

There is only one day left before the war begins, Joan of Arc.

Meanwhile, at the Thousand Worlds Castle.

The high school girl, who was stuffing the entire workbook into her schoolbag, was suddenly struck by a chill and sneezed violently for no apparent reason.

Strange, has the temperature dropped so quickly?

Joan of Arc frowned and muttered to herself as she got up and closed the window. Then she turned back and looked at her bulging schoolbag with satisfaction.

In any case, the problem of starting school has been solved.

So now, there's only one last thing left.

The saintess's lighthearted gaze softened, and a solemn and serious expression of impending battle returned to her pretty face. She turned to look at the new head of the Thousand Worlds Tree Clan, who was flipping through a book in the corner.

"How are the preparations going with Koles and Serenekae?"

"Everything is ready. Invading the [Courtyard] is much simpler than expected."

Fiore closed the new edition of "Lady Çachts," which she had only read halfway through, and looked up with a smile.

Having received a satisfactory reply, Joan of Arc felt the dark clouds hanging over her head seem to dissipate somewhat, and the solemnity on her face gradually relaxed, revealing a slight smile.

Recalling the disbelief and excitement she felt when she heard the good news from her brother and Sereneka, Fiore couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"I never expected that they would actually succeed."

"That's because it's a technological innovation, and unforeseen factors often change the course of war."

Joan of Arc smiled faintly, her clear eyes sparkling with insightful wisdom.

"Only by taking them by surprise can we catch them off guard. Now it seems that at least we took the first step correctly."

Fiore, in her wheelchair, looked up at Joan of Arc, who was full of fighting spirit under the lamplight, her eyes filled with sincere admiration and respect.

Even if innovation exists, it is necessary to make good use of its leaders.

Perhaps due to the misleading influence of various literary creations and legends, Fiore was only able to see the true face of that 16-year-old girl from Orleans in the fragments of historical records recently.

It is not objective to simply view this French saint in history as a fanatical, uncultured, and reckless village girl from Orleans.

At least in the military field, she possesses an amazing battlefield instinct and command ability.

Joan of Arc pioneered two important tactics: one was to concentrate trebuchets to bombard the weak points in the English formation, and the other was to use French heavy cavalry to relentlessly pursue and attack the English when they were retreating and not yet firmly established. When the English had built up their positions, the French would try to avoid engaging them in battle and instead gather more troops to force them to retreat before pursuing them.

Prior to this, the French nobles and generals were disobedient to each other, and the artillerymen were each in command of their own, with no one willing to hand over their cannons; while the knights were consistently disobedient, with the reckless ones daring to charge into the English heavy infantry and longbowmen arrays that had set up barricades, and the cowardly ones only daring to follow the English retreating without daring to launch a fierce attack.

Ultimately, the use of innovative tactics enabled Joan of Arc's army to win a series of victories in the early stages, recovering large swathes of lost territory and restoring glory to the dying France.