Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

For example, Lancelot has recently become fascinated with firearms and has demanded that the Ministry of Defense develop magical weapons that can be deployed to the grassroots level as soon as possible, so that by the end of the year, all the righteous knights under his command will be patrolling in powered armor and carrying magical machine guns.

According to him, this thing is much better than a sword...

Similarly, another "Lancelot" also inherited the passion for climbing the tech tree. Not only did he dismantle two expensive F-35B Joint Strike Fighters before the new year to equip himself with the weapons department, but he also became interested in developing lightsabers after watching Star Wars.

In contrast, Gawain, Tristan, Bagst, Bavanshi, and others, who adhered to the code of chivalry and past glory, still firmly believed in the power of cold weapons and magic, and would occasionally argue with the two "Lancelots".

After discussing it, the Queen and the Prime Minister decided to adopt a laissez-faire attitude and allow this healthy competition to exist.

After all, they also wanted to know, people

What sparks will fly when modern technology collides with ancient mystery?

Unlike the ideological clashes of the older generation, the younger generation, including Galahad, Percival, Gareth, and Gahoris, are more receptive to modern affairs and maintain a strong desire to explore the diverse modern society, which makes things much easier for Morgan and Artoria.

Of course, some things are worry-free, while others are troublesome.

Here, I must specifically mention a certain troublesome kid with a long criminal record, Mordred.

Since she brought a Holy Grail from Tulipas a few days ago, further solidifying Britain's mystique, this restless and unlucky child has stirred up a whole bunch of trouble after getting cocky.

For example, out of curiosity about the electrical capacity of the artificial life form beside her, she took Frankenstein to the power plant to steal electricity, which resulted in a large-scale power outage in three districts of Lontinion, paralyzing the power grid for two whole days...

For example, after smashing a window late at night, he used a shield he'd stolen from the vault as a skateboard, rampaging through the alleyways, injuring seven or eight pedestrians and damaging a lot of public facilities...

For example, in a dispute over who deserved the most credit, he challenged the original Holy Grail trio—Percival, Galahad, and Bose—to a duel, resulting in the collapse of a bridge and two houses…

Upon learning of this situation, the two guardians unanimously decided to crack down on this bad habit and therefore unanimously agreed to lock Mordred, who had started climbing on the roof, in a dark room to reflect on his actions.

After dealing with a typical case of someone who had run into trouble, Boudica picked up the last document and asked Artoria and Morgan for their opinions.

Surprisingly, this matter was not related to the round table, but rather a peculiar case of drug smuggling.

After a certain heroic spirit named Henry Jekyll appeared in the world, he created a lot of transformation potions in case of emergency.

As a result, his home was burgled, and these unique transformation potions ended up on the market, leading to several violent incidents.

Some individuals and unscrupulous organizations have even begun analyzing its ingredients in an attempt to replicate this superhuman drug, intending to sell it to gangsters, terrorists, and foreign organizations for profit.

Although the Round Table, which was in charge of the investigation, arrested the thieves and illicit drug dealers who were the main culprits, Dr. Henry Jekyll, who was responsible for mismanagement and the illegal manufacture of dangerous goods, was also arrested.

Law enforcement agencies have not yet provided a definitive answer regarding his treatment and sentencing.

After all, as a rare case involving heroic spirits, the handling of this matter has significant reference value for future judicial enforcement.

"Sentencing should be based on the current laws..."

Morgan thought about it and then gave his opinion on how to handle it.

"However, now is the time when we need manpower, so as punishment, we should add him to the Knights of the Round Table, where he can be responsible for recovering the leaked transformation potion as atonement."

After exchanging glances, the Queen and the Secretary-General nodded in agreement regarding the Prime Minister's decision.

After the last official document was processed, it was time for the three of them to have a pleasant meal.

Meanwhile, in a Western restaurant not far from 10 Downing Street, three out-of-town travelers were also having their meal. The handsome man near the corner kept glancing at his watch, and finally, staring at the restaurant door where no one was in sight, his face gradually darkened.

Could it be that Mordred has gotten into trouble again and gone to jail?

Chapter Two: I Am Hell (4k)

Half an hour later, Samael rolled his eyes in exasperation, confirming his guess.

Mordred stood him up, most likely because he had been arrested for committing a crime.

This guy has his old habit; he never stays still for more than a few days before he has to pull something to make his presence known, and then he gets a double whammy from his parents.

Well, now the mole is gone. I promised her so many benefits.

Realizing that the mole he had sent in had gone offline, Samael looked out the window at the round table and the Knights of the Righteousness coming and going, feeling a sharp pain in his teeth.

Forget it, Mordred can't be relied on. Let's find another way.

After thinking for a moment, the ancient snake finally decided to take a different path and choose a new contact.

"So, may we start eating now?"

Like the melodious sound of silver bells jingling, it echoed in Samael's ears, and between the lines, there seemed to be a deep longing.

Samael turned his head, and a stunningly beautiful face came into view.

That woman was a stunning beauty, wearing black leather pants for easy movement and a loose white mage robe on top.

Perhaps because each of her ten long, slender, and lustrous toes was adorned with a silver ring, her fair feet were bare, treading on sandals without socks.

The girl's feet were small and delicate, with slightly raised arches, and her skin was as white as snow, with every vein clearly visible, like two pieces of beautiful jade. For foot fetishists, this was simply a gift from heaven, making them want to hold and play with it in their hands.

Her short white hair was accented with light purple at the ends, and the pointed ears peeking out from between her strands revealed her fairy identity, making her every move elegant and composed, filled with a sense of mystery and allure, and exuding a captivating charm.

In short, she is a charming and lovely woman who always maintains a composed and confident demeanor.

Because of her dreamlike beauty that can make those who see her lose their sense of reality, she often gives the impression of a bewitching enchantress at first glance.

However, a stubbornly upright tuft of hair on her head softened her appearance.

Her cool and aloof demeanor creates a charming and adorable illusion, making people feel that she is approachable, like a gentle and beautiful older sister next door.

"A thousand years of hardship have made me almost miss British food."

As the white-haired beauty spoke, she glanced at the pedestrians outside the window with amusement, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Perhaps because this is the place where mystery finally fades, the people of London, in his eyes, possess a loneliness, calmness, and detachment similar to that of humans in the age of gods. Perhaps it is an elaborate performance painstakingly crafted on the surface, sometimes empty and meaningless, sometimes bittersweet, and sometimes full of fun, like opening a blind box on the street.

In short, the creatures here called "humans" made her, an outsider, feel especially comfortable, relaxed, and fascinated.

London's architecture and scenery are captivating, but its people are clearly another attraction altogether.

Yes, this gentle older sister's eyes, like amethyst crystals, overflow with a kind and harmless smile, but upon closer inspection, they reveal a playful emotion deep within, like a human observing the activities of a lab rat.

That detachment and transcendence, seemingly withdrawn from the laws of the world and objectively viewing everything, is due to the calm and collected attitude of a wise sage or the indifferent attitude of a magician—that's a matter of opinion.

As a fragrant aroma wafted by, the white-haired beauty immediately ended her observation of the human mice, involuntarily turning her head quickly to stare intently at the sizzling black pepper steak on the iron plate after the lid was lifted. Her mouth was drooling, her throat was constantly swallowing, and her purple eyes seemed to be shining, completely abandoning her ladylike image.

There was no way around it; she was just too hungry.

A thousand years of imprisonment allowed her to remain conscious even as she turned to stone, quietly observing all the changes around her and passing the long passage of time second by second.

During this period, although she was immortal, she still felt thirsty.

That was torture that felt like hell.

No! That's hell!

And the guy in front of me is the demon king who judges souls and torments sinners!

Meili looked at Samael across from her with a resentful expression, her dreamy purple eyes even glistening with a hint of moisture.

She had never been bullied like this in her entire life. It was simply too much to treat a lady like this!

At that moment, noticing the gaze from across the room, Samael, who had just put a steak in his mouth and was chewing, put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth, looked at the local specialty he had brought from Avalon Island, and asked with a smile.

"What, aren't you going to eat?"

Mary glanced at the fragrant steak on her plate, swallowed hard, and blinked.

"You feed me..."

That look was just like a girlfriend being affectionate and playful in the throes of new love.

Under that tender and loving gaze, Samael smiled but did not answer, turning his head to look aside.

"Hey, did you hear me? I told you to feed her."

"Huh? Me?"

At this moment, the dragon girl, who was happily munching on a salmon with her cheeks puffed out, looked up in surprise, pointed to her nose, and stared blankly at her temporary master.

"She didn't say..."

"Ok?"

"Okay, boss, I'll feed it right away!"

Instantly, the meaningful nasal tone and the ambiguous smile in the gaze opposite her made Long Niang jump up from her seat and stand up like a soldier who had received an order.

Damn it, they're making me do this lowly work again!

"Is this size okay?"

"Anything is fine..."

Don't you have hands? You damn bastard! You damn oppressor!

"Come on, please open your mouth, be careful it's hot."

"what……"

Despite her inner grumbling and cursing, the Dragon Girl, who was constantly being tormented, put on a meticulous and attentive expression as she carefully served the girl beside her, Merry.

"Hmm, so this clumsy demi-human race also has the potential to be a maid. It makes me want to raise one and study it."

As Mary savored the perfectly cooked black pepper steak with small bites, she looked the dragon maid beside her up and down, offering her comments with great interest.

Clumsy? You're the clumsy one! Your whole family is clumsy!

You have the potential to be a maid? One day I'll make you my maid!

Long Niang's breath hitched, and she cursed the woman next to her in her heart. However, because she was intimidated by the man's tyranny, she dared not neglect her task. She had no choice but to swallow her anger and continue to feed Mei Li, holding the increasingly deformed knife and fork.

"When did you become so good at feeding people? I seem to remember that you were good at interrogation and torture, right?"

However, just as the Dragon Lady was preparing to endure the humiliation as always, a meaningful whisper reached her ear, as beautiful as heavenly music.

After several days of instruction, the dragon girl, whose mind had become increasingly sharp, excitedly turned around and looked expectantly at the person opposite her.

"You mean..."

Samael chewed and swallowed the thick slice in his mouth, then looked at the person opposite him with a smile.

"People have to be fed..."

It seems to say nothing, yet it also seems to say everything.

Instantly, Merry's expression changed drastically, while the dragon girl responsible for feeding her began to rub her hands together, looking at the dream demon girl waiting to be served with ill intent.

Suddenly, seeing that familiar smile on that pretty face, Mary felt a chill run down her spine, shivered violently, shook her head repeatedly, and forced a smile in refusal.

"No need, I'll eat."

full……"

However, before Mary could finish speaking, a spoon was thrust straight into her throat, sending a full spoonful of fried rice directly down her esophagus.

"Cough cough..."

In an instant, a strong foreign sensation surged in, causing Meryl to turn purple and white in shock. She couldn't help but cough violently, her mouth and throat burning and starting to hurt, and even glistening tears streamed from the corners of her eyes.

Good heavens, deep throat?

Upon seeing this, Samael clicked his tongue in amazement, and some indescribable thoughts and images surfaced in his mind.

"Don't eat so fast, there's plenty more here..."

Seeing that her client seemed to be choking, Long Niang quickly stepped forward and patted Mei Li's back in a feignedly sympathetic manner, while advising her with a mock scolding tone, she picked up a full plate of fried rice from the table with ill intent.

The originally golden fried rice was suddenly covered with a layer of blood-red sauce.

Samael glanced at the shriveled, empty jar of chili sauce on the table, shook his head, and sighed to himself.

Tsk, if they don't erupt from silence, they'll become perverted in silence.

Look how much this kid's been cooped up lately...

Indeed, it's important to pay attention to mental well-being and provide psychological support when necessary.

As she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye that the person opposite didn't seem to be stopping her, Long Niang's initially anxious heart immediately calmed down. She stood up on one foot on the stool and looked at her customer with a big smile.

Realizing something was terribly wrong, Mary turned pale and quickly spoke up.

"Stop! I..."

Click!

However, before the sound could escape from the succubus's throat, a claw swiftly dislocated her jaw.

At the same time, what came into view was a bright, almost distorted, excited smile.

Torture and abuse? That's something she's an expert at!