Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"real!"

Under the scrutiny of those deep, vertical pupils, beads of cold sweat dripped from the Dragon Girl's forehead.

Finally, whether it was a fleeting second or an eternity, a warm smile blossomed on that gloomy face.

"Well, I probably didn't sleep well, I even had auditory hallucinations."

"Once we get ashore, I'll make up a bed and keep watch so you can get a good night's sleep!"

"I want to eat grilled fish..."

"No problem! I just saw a few bass. I need to eat my fill to have the energy to sleep!"

"My back hurts, I need to sleep on a soft bed..."

"Linzi Timber, I'll gather some soft pine needles and dry vines to make sure you sleep comfortably!"

"You must have had a hard time?"

"It's no trouble at all! We're happy to serve you!"

Faced with the client's request, the dragon girl stood upright with her tail held high like a beacon, responding immediately and demonstrating a remarkably professional training result.

Samael looked at the dragon girl, who had great potential as a maid, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, good job, keep it up."

"As ordered!"

The dragon girl answered loudly, seemingly overwhelmed with gratitude for her master's high regard, but as her gaze swept over the dry, brittle hands covered in dead skin, a silent lament escaped the idol girl's heart.

In such a short time, he has mastered all the menial tasks, such as carpentry, cooking, boating, and tent pitching.

Damn it, this used to be the hand that held the microphone...

The grief and indignation in her heart did not last long. The sound of the raft hitting the bottom reminded the Dragon Girl that they had reached the shore.

Although she secretly wished she could throw the guy behind her away, her biological instincts made the dragon girl involuntarily start busying herself, gathering firewood to start a fire, searching for flavoring berries and catching fish, while also keeping an eye on the progress of making the bed.

Finally, after a lot of trouble, the exhausted dragon girl completed the mission.

The oppressed, outwardly respectful but inwardly seething with resentment, welcome a certain oppressor to the fire for a meal.

As night fell, the Dragon Girl, finally feeling a little relieved, slumped onto a wooden stool and looked at a guy picking his teeth beside her, tentatively asking him a question.

What are your plans for the future?

"Hmm, I'll probably go to Lentinion for a visit."

The dragon girl forced a distorted smile, suppressed her murderous glare, and cursed the guy in her heart. She pretended to be curious and casually asked.

"If we're going to Lentinion, why are we going through all this trouble?"

"this one?"

Samael looked up at the face that was about to break down in the firelight, a smile spreading across his face. He casually pulled off a dense vine that was entwined beside him.

"When you're going to visit someone's home, you should always bring some local specialties..."

Local...local specialties?

Just as the dragon girl was completely bewildered, the firelight illuminated her, and her focused pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes as she looked in horror behind Samael.

Hidden among withered leaves and vines, a graceful female stone statue with human facial features and pointed ears stands kneeling.

A pair of eyes, like amethyst crystals, darted in the darkness...

Epilogue

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Chapter 1: This thing is much better than a sword. (4.4k)

Londinium was the capital of the Roman province of Britain during the Roman Empire's rule of England, and it is also the ancient name for the modern city of London.

After the Romans left, London became the capital of the Kingdom of Wessex. Later, the Kingdom of Wessex unified all of England and established the Kingdom of England, and London has been the capital of England ever since.

In 1066, William the Conqueror, Duke of Normandy, conquered England and was crowned King of England at Westminster Abbey in London on Christmas Day. William built the famous landmark, the Tower of London.

After the death of King William I, his son King William II

Westminster Palace was built, which is now the site of the British Parliament.

During the Tudor dynasty, the center of European trade shifted towards the Atlantic Ocean, making London an important commercial hub. During this period, playwright William Shakespeare also lived in London, performing his own plays at the Globe Theatre.

In the 18th century, with the development of the Industrial Revolution, large amounts of waste gas were released into the air, and London, as a major industrial city, became shrouded in smog, thus earning the nickname "Foggy City." This was not a flattering nickname; historically, many residents actually died due to the extremely poor air quality.

The legend of Jack the Ripper, the serial killer, is prevalent here.

From the 19th century until the early 20th century, London was the world's largest city, just like the British Empire's global power. However, with the development of the times, London's status and prosperity were surpassed by New York after World War I, and its brilliance dimmed slightly.

However, fortunes change.

Several years ago, the eternal king Arthur completed his millennium pilgrimage and led the Knights of the Round Table, at the height of their power, back to London. There, he used his divine power to build the chalk fortress, which resembled a sacred site, to protect the city from the invasion of mysterious forces and directly and exponentially increase the safety of London.

In contrast, America, constantly being served by spiritual societies, voodoo cults, black magicians, Native American spirits, and evil gods, naturally immerses itself in an atmosphere of freedom. The occasional outbreaks of vicious murders and mass sacrifices are far more exciting than the passionate shootings on the streets. Directly harming several blocks is the least of their worries. This has led to a significant reduction in the personal and financial security of many well-known cities.

In some places, due to the mass exodus of police officers and the collapse of public order, the area has almost regressed to the era of Red Dead Redemption.

Amid this upheaval, much capital began to flee, and London, relatively safe and with a stronger sense of national pride, thus benefited from the support of its "American upstarts" and became even more prosperous.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with the corrupt "parasites on the people" British royal family, but is naturally thanks to His Majesty King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table who returned from the ideal world and once again protected this land.

In gratitude for the achievements of the Eternal King, London has since reverted to its ancient name, "Londonian".

At this moment, in the Prime Minister's office at 10 Downing Street, the new Queen, who brought about all these changes, stands in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant street scene.

As is well known, London's skies and weather have always been characterized by overcast skies and frequent rain.

Looking up, the thick, dark clouds drifted lazily by, but some thin, weak clouds, unable to keep up, stubbornly broke away, creating distance between themselves and the main cloud mass, like a cotton ball torn apart, unable to obscure the sky. Suddenly, a soft, turquoise blue sky appeared, while other large clouds continued to split, until finally the clouds parted, revealing the sky in its original state. Fine, golden sunlight evaporated the thin morning mist, dispelling the city's gloomy and gray hues.

On the bustling streets, a bizarre and surreal scene unfolds.

The former royal guards, having removed their heavy bearskin hats and donned defensive magical costumes, carried firearms and stood guard along the streets.

The Knights of the Righteousness, clad in light magical plate armor and led by the Knights of the Round Table, patrolled regularly, wielding swords, shields, and lances.

The well-dressed, Union Jack gentlemen of old London, still maintaining their upper-class demeanor, were either carrying briefcases, hurrying about, or enjoying breakfast in a restaurant.

The country folk, dressed in kilts and other Celtic clothing, proudly displayed their ethnic identity;

The banks of the Thames are now filled with modern, technologically advanced warships and cannons.

Clock tower magicians in their neat school uniforms and a clan of winged fairies walked down the street...

Everything is a blend of retro and trendy, nostalgia and science fiction, mystery and reality, creating both an indescribable sense of dissonance and a dramatic fusion that transcends time and space.

The same contrast and unity also appear in this understated yet luxurious office.

The Queen, symbolizing the will of the nation, stands before the French windows, wearing a small gold crown and dressed in a silver-white military uniform, gazing out over her territory.

The Prime Minister, responsible for running the government, had her long silver hair simply tied back. Dressed in a black business suit, she sat behind her desk, engrossed in reviewing piles of documents.

"What are you thinking about, so engrossed in your thoughts, Artoria..."

A soft murmur came from behind the desk. The scratching sound of a pen on a document stopped, and a face strikingly similar to the Queen rose from the document, standing silently before her.

The queen by the window snapped out of her daze, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking the question.

"How did that matter go? Sister Wang..."

Indeed, the "Queen" and "Prime Minister" who appeared at 10 Downing Street were none other than the former King Arthur, Artoria, and the witch Morgan.

Two sisters who were once bitter enemies have finally reconciled and come to understand each other after going through all the past events and the accumulation of thousands of years in Avalon.

Similarly, they no longer reject each other.

Artoria, skilled in military strategy, is in charge of foreign affairs and war; Morgan, skilled in planning, is in charge of domestic affairs and politics. Together, they maintain their hard-won new kingdom.

Through gradual adjustment, the two sides have become familiar with each other.

"You mean about Tulifas?"

Morgan, understanding the unspoken meaning, put down his pen, raised an eyebrow, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Melushin sent word three days ago that he was not seeking profit."

"Fos, apart from a faint trace of life left at the scene, there are no other clues."

"Yeah……"

Upon hearing this, Artoria frowned slightly, her voice lowered, and a hint of disappointment could not be concealed in her eyes.

“If he wants to run, no one in this world can stop him. And given that guy’s alert nature, he would have run away long ago as soon as he heard any noise.”

Morgan glanced out the window and gave a cold snort of annoyance.

"So I advise you to give up. You'd be better off thinking about what to eat this morning."

"Hmm, so, what would you like to eat this morning? Your Majesty the Prime Minister, and Your Majesty the Queen?"

A lighthearted joke broke the somewhat somber atmosphere in the room. A beautiful woman with long, fiery red hair, dressed in a white business suit, walked in from outside, carrying two cups of hot coffee.

As the red-haired woman, who resembled an older sister, entered the room, both sisters were captivated by her infectious smile, and their tense expressions lightened considerably.

"As long as it's not fish and chips, it's fine..."

Artoria, who takes food very seriously, took a cup of hot coffee, added sugar cubes, and spoke first, proactively crossing out a certain English folk dish that had recently made her feel a bit nauseous.

"And 'Stargazing'—if Merlin dares to order this again, I guarantee I'll shove the whole plate into his mouth!"

Morgan stopped stirring his coffee and, with a dark expression, revealed his taboo.

"Yes, and this too!"

Hearing this, Artoria, who was standing nearby, did not nod in agreement.

The red-haired beauty nodded repeatedly, and after compiling the statistics of the [Prime Minister] and the [Queen], she smiled and made a suggestion.

"A Chinese restaurant recently opened nearby, and the food is pretty good. How about we agree to eat Chinese food together?"

Morgan and Artoria nodded in unison, gladly accepting the friendly suggestion.

"Alright, I'll take care of the food order later. But it's not time to leave work yet. Since you're both here, how about we approve these urgent documents together?"

After resolving the crucial issue of meals, the red-haired beauty raised the documents in her hand and smiled as she spoke.

Morgan looked surprised, put down his cup, and raised an eyebrow.

"What's going on, Boudica?"

The red-haired secretary-general before them was naturally a Heroic Spirit who had returned from the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars:

Boudica, the ancestor of the Celts and the victorious queen of Britannia.

At the same time, in a sense, he is also an elder of Morgan and Artoria.

In order to create momentum for Artoria's coronation, Merlin fabricated the identities of the British and Pandoragon families as having the bloodline of a red dragon and being descendants of a queen.

Boudica is the woman involved in the scandal in the story.

As for that big red dragon, it's a scapegoat for a long time; those who know, know.

However, despite having her reputation tarnished by a certain unscrupulous old nightmare, the gentle Boudica didn't seem to care much.

On the contrary, due to her maternal instincts, this victorious queen was very fond of the sisters Artoria and Morgan, who were also of Celtic lineage. Not only did she not have any thoughts of vying for power, she also took the initiative to undertake some of the tasks assigned by the Queen and the Prime Minister, and together they contributed their efforts to the prosperity of their homeland.

Even her two daughters joined the Knights of the Round Table, undertaking guard duties.

Upon hearing the Prime Minister's inquiry, Boudica, who was serving as the Secretary-General, glanced at the documents in his hand, waved his hand to ease the atmosphere, and smiled as he spoke.

"It's not a very important matter, but it's mostly related to the Round Table, so it's up to you and the Queen to decide."

Currently, the Knights of the Round Table oversee two organizations: the Fairy Round Table, which houses mysterious creatures and manages anomalies and contact with non-human species; and the Holy Round Table, which handles routine affairs and security patrols. These organizations are essentially reorganized from Morgan and Artoria's original subordinates.

Because it involves both the Queen and the Prime Minister, the two sisters need to handle it together.

Could it be that they've gotten into trouble again?

Morgan and Artoria exchanged a glance, their brows furrowing slightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.

It's worth noting that there were quite a few restless members among the Knights of the Round Table. They were always busy and could always come up with some truly shocking things.

Therefore, during the initial adjustment period, this group of subordinates caused the Queen and the Prime Minister quite a bit of trouble.

Fortunately, things weren't as bad as the two of them had imagined.

As the country gets back on track, the issues involving the Knights of the Round Table are mostly minor and harmless matters.