Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Although Samael was not an expert in sociology and psychology, that did not stop him from using this interesting psychological phenomenon to teach his dragon maid a lesson, and incidentally to have some fun with that scumbag dream demon, Meryl.

It seems to have some effect.

At that moment, as a melodious moan, half-crying and half-laughing, came from next door, along with a breathless pleas for mercy, Samael lay on the bed with his eyes closed, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

It works so well! It's so incredibly useful!

Meanwhile, the Dragon Girl, who was continuing her execution next door, gazed at the snot-slicked-back nightmare on the bed, her hands lingering on the goose feather, her bright eyes involuntarily turning to the room next door.

Although he prided himself on his unique talent in interrogation techniques, he had to admit that the guy also had extraordinary insights into the field of torturing people.

Even through a thick wall, the Dragon Girl could vaguely sense a resonance from the soul.

Wow, being able to discuss the art of torture with someone, and being so considerate, she's practically the perfect romantic partner!

A young girl, lost in reverie, rested her chin on her hand, her gaze dreamy.

So, I'll leave you with half a life!

Unbeknownst to them, their sharp canine teeth had surfaced, gleaming with a cold light, and their azure eyes gleamed with cunning in the darkness.

With the moon high in the sky, in the tranquil night, all the noise had long since ceased.

Eee~~

With a soft thud as a window was pushed open, a humanoid figure with a long, thin tail carefully climbed out of the window and, in the dim moonlight, moved nimbly along the outer wall, like a large gecko, before squeezing through the window into the bedroom next door.

Eyes gleamed in the darkness as they looked at the bulging bedding. A slender figure crouched down, excitedly approaching. A microphone-shaped long gun was pulled out from behind and stabbed into the soft bed with lightning speed, a threatening glare.

"Don't move!"

However, the unusually soft feel caused the slender figure's expression to change drastically.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, accompanied by the sound of a switch being flipped, the fluorescent light above the bedroom ceiling suddenly turned on.

In the corner, a figure who had been sitting at the table at some point took a sip of warm red tea and looked at the dragon girl by the bed with a smile.

"Are you looking for me?"

"..."

As that smiling gaze fell upon her, the once smug dragon girl shuddered instantly, her face turning deathly pale.

"I came to see if you were asleep, and I wanted to sing you a lullaby!"

A moment later, the monster girl, racking her brains, rolled her eyes, picked up the microphone-shaped gun, assumed a singing posture, took a deep breath, and prepared to perform a heart-wrenching "lullaby" on the spot. At the same time, she leaned back and unknowingly retreated to the window she had opened when she came.

However, just as the Dragon Girl was about to unleash her power, a pair of cross-shaped eyes with interwoven patterns came into view. The vast and boundless void generated an irresistible suction force, instantly pulling her consciousness into it.

Compared to the vast universe, her soul was so small and pale, like a drop of water in a vast ocean. Her consciousness gradually blurred under the constant erosion, forgetting time, forgetting space, and forgetting herself.

It's hard to tell whether it was a fleeting moment or a long century.

As the pair of cross-shaped eyes moved away, the Dragon Girl suddenly awoke, only to find that the weapon in her hand was propped up like a clothesline, and that familiar rings had been put on her toes and fingers, hanging on her beloved microphone spear in a four-horse-hoof-like posture.

“You have disappointed me greatly, Elizabeth Bathory.”

A regretful sound echoed in the room. Samael blew on the foam in his teacup and raised an eyebrow at the person who wanted to raid him that night.

That's why he said the methods for treating Stockholm syndrome only have a "some" effect.

Such tricks are incredibly effective on people who are emotionally dependent on others and easily moved, but they are probably not so effective against targets who have no morals or ethical constraints.

Unfortunately, this dragon girl belongs to the latter category.

Because she actively attacked humans and possessed a somewhat insane madness, her moral character as a dragon was among the lowest of the low, and other dragons would not consider her one of their own.

Furthermore, as a fantasy hero born from "fear" and "distortion," she possesses the talent to extract magic power through torture.

That's why she was so keen on torturing Mary.

Clearly, after a brief boost in magical power, the dragon girl, now brimming with confidence, felt it necessary to challenge the oppressor and try to take control of the situation.

In fact, Meryl was right; the dragon girl's rebellious nature was growing, and she was always waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

Unfortunately, the cunning dragon encountered an even more cunning demon and ultimately suffered a crushing defeat.

Samael was prepared because he trusted neither of these two unscrupulous men.

Pity and empathy are useless when dealing with them.

and so……

Samael put down his teacup, tapped the table lightly, and spoke with a smile.

"Merry, she's yours tonight."

As the words fell, a graceful figure pushed open the door, rubbed her hands together, and walked into the room, looking at the executioner who had tormented her the previous night with ill intent.

Upon seeing the succubus lady enter, clutching a handful of goose feathers and her smile gradually becoming distorted, the dragon girl involuntarily tucked her tail between her legs, swallowed hard, her vision blurred, and her face was filled with sorrow.

Oh no, I'm really going to end up as a roasted dragon meat steak.

Chapter 4: The Carnivorous Heroine's Counterattack (4.7k views)

The following morning, at 10 Downing Street.

The Prime Minister and the Queen entered the residence, ready to begin their daily work as usual.

However, as the door opened, a carefully wrapped "gift" on the table came into view.

Boudica, who had come upon hearing the news, looked at the oversized cardboard box containing something unknown, which was making strange noises and shaking slightly, and muttered to herself.

"Was someone here last night?"

"Perhaps it's not human..."

Morgan narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

"A spirit? It can bypass surveillance and checkpoints. It seems the security system here needs to be strengthened." The secretary-general frowned, understanding the implication, and then pointed to the door. "Just to be on the safe side, should I call a professional team to open the box?"

"no need."

Artoria calmly shook her head, stepped forward without changing her expression, untied the ribbon tied to the cardboard box, and opened the oversized gift box in front of her.

What came into view was a white-haired succubus with pointed ears, bound tightly.

Because her mouth was gagged, she could only make faint, whimpering noises as she struggled, trying to call for help.

But as sunlight streamed into the box, two identical faces were reflected in the pupils, and the packaged Miss Dream Demon immediately stopped struggling, becoming very obedient and quiet.

"Boom~~"

A loud slurping sound rang out, and Morgan, expressionless, pulled out a gag covered in glistening liquid, his deep blue eyes gazing intently at the "gift" before him.

When the silencing object was removed, the white-haired succubus, now given the right to speak, beamed with a radiant smile.

"Oh, what a coincidence..."

His friendly demeanor was as if he were greeting a long-lost friend.

"Yes, what a coincidence! I've finally met you in person, dear Lady Avalon..."

Morgan picked up a notebook that looked quite old from the gift box, flipped through it, and then smiled just as brightly.

However, the temperature in the office was inexplicably cold.

A thousand years ago, the major lords of Britain revolted and besieged the holy city of Camelot. According to the confessions of several captured men, they seemed to have had contact with a mysterious "Lady Avalon" before the uprising and followed her guidance.

A great mother-level fairy from the Inner Sea of ​​Stars, a beautiful lady from Avalon—such obvious clues! Morgan could easily guess who was causing trouble for her behind those foolish lords' backs with just a little thought.

However, the British Empire at that time was on the verge of collapse and teetering on the brink of ruin. In order to keep the Holy Lance anchored, she could not leave the royal city for even a moment.

Even the fairy knights around her, such as Melusin and Mordred, were not confident that they could suppress this nightmare demon and bring her back.

Therefore, Morgan could only let this "Lady Avalon" cause trouble outside, accelerating the death knell for Britain's collapse.

Originally, over the course of a thousand years, those foolish lords had been almost completely wiped out by the rolling wheels of history. Morgan, who re-established his kingdom on this territory, naturally had no intention of bringing up the past.

But unexpectedly, that last remaining fish that slipped through the net has now been delivered to our doorstep...

At that moment, Artoria took the ledger from her sister and turned to the page with the Three Knights of the Holy Grail. Her emerald green eyes swept over it, and she couldn't help but reveal a dangerous glint in them.

So that's what happened?

So, since we're already here, it would be a shame not to treat us properly to a good meal, given this wonderful connection.

The two sisters exchanged a glance, then, holding the knotted ropes on either side, they scooped out the packaged and delivered Miss Nightmare.

However, they were then surprised to find that there seemed to be another layer below.

The two instinctively parted the dry grass and foam board covering them, revealing a girl with pink horns and a tail, also blindfolded and bound, struggling desperately and whimpering.

Artoria was slightly taken aback as she looked at the face that was no longer in her memory.

"what is this?"

"Oh, it seems the notice said this is a freebie, practically a giveaway..."

Boudica, standing next to him, took a message card from a piece of foam board that had been brought out and waved it around.

"Woo!"

At this moment, the Dragon Girl, the most precious treasure in the box, let out a mournful and high-pitched sob from her gagged mouth, thrashing about wildly, declaring the only resistance she could muster.

Meanwhile, at a villa in the far suburbs.

After finishing his night shift, Bagst jumped out of his wildly styled red and black SUV, stretched his back, and walked into the courtyard.

A cool breeze caressed my face, and the aroma of wine mingled with the fragrance of flowers in the garden, creating a refreshing and delightful atmosphere that soothed my soul.

Wait, the smell of wine?

Bagst instinctively sniffed, using his keen sense of smell to analyze the components of the wine's aroma.

Blueberries, plums, raspberries, red cherries, vanilla, licorice, smoke, pepper, and thyme...

Isn't this the Châteauneuf-du-Pape red wine that Mother treasured? Those few bottles that were transported from the former royal cellars...

Hmph, let's see who dares to steal a drink!

Melusin? Bavanshi? Or did Mordred escape from prison again?

Bagst raised an eyebrow, feigning anger, like a watchdog discovering its house has been burglarized, and quickened its pace, ready to catch the thief red-handed.

However, as the black dog stepped across the porch into the backyard, it froze at the doorway as if struck by lightning, its heterochromatic eyes—a mixture of deep blue and scarlet—filled with a look of satisfied confidence.

"Hey, you're back? Want to sit down and have a drink together?"

Under the dense shade of the trees, Samael sat at the stone table, swirled the scarlet wine in the decanter, poured a glass for himself and the person opposite him with a contented smile, and turned to speak.

In an instant, a gust of wind swept through the courtyard, blowing up sand and dust, and petals fluttering high in the air. The red and black figure moved through the courtyard with lightning speed, like a speeding truck, and crashed into Samael's arms.

A moment later, the gale subsided, and Samael remained unmoved, but the stone bench beneath him was shaken open with several tiny cracks.

"Father... Father... You're back..."

The murmur in his arms, heavy with nasal tones, was low and trembling, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion.

Samael cupped the face in his arms, gazing at the slightly reddened eyes, and gently stroked the female knight's high nose bridge, a faint smile appearing on his gentle face.

"Loyal Bagst, sentimental Bagst, crybaby Bagst... well, after all these years, my little Bagst still hasn't grown up..."

As canines, their most commendable trait is undoubtedly their emphasis on affection and loyalty.

Clearly, this black male dog was the same way, being the most stubborn and also the most sensitive when it came to emotions.

"No, not at all! I'm just so happy to see you!"

Bagst struggled to his feet from his caregiver's embrace, his face flushed, but he stubbornly denied his pathetic behavior.

"Mmmmm~"

Samael nodded noncommittally and smiled, pointing to the opposite side.

"So, will you sit down and have a drink with me now, Fairy Knight Gao Wenqing?"

Upon hearing this, Bagst sat obediently on the stone bench, yet seemed somewhat restless. His heterochromatic red and blue eyes remained fixed on him, the reluctance and longing in his eyes almost overflowing, much like a dog that sees its owner wanting to get close but has no choice but to obey orders and keep its distance.

Samael pushed his glass over, noticed the situation, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Look at the way you're looking at me, like you want to eat me alive."

Realizing his lapse in composure, Bagst panicked and quickly shifted his overly intense gaze elsewhere.

Looking at the somewhat uneasy little guy, Samael smiled and made a promise.