Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Don't worry, the problem has been perfectly resolved. I won't leave without a word like last time."

"Really?"

Upon hearing the news, Bagst was overjoyed. In his excitement, he grabbed the red wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Hey, drink slowly! This is such a waste..."

Samael looked at the fine wine, which was worth more than gold, being poured down the throat by his big dog as if it were plain water, and couldn't help but complain.

Even though it was his turn to get it, it's still heartbreaking to see something good being wasted.

Otherwise, judging from her posture, she would dare to chug the bottle the next second if no one stopped her.

"Ahem, excuse me..."

Bagst coughed lightly, chuckled awkwardly, and sat back down in his seat, trying his best to maintain his knightly demeanor.

After a brief chat, catching up on each other's recent situations, Samael, seeing that Bagst had finally calmed down somewhat from the excitement of their long-awaited reunion, looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then lowered his voice and changed the subject, saying, "Speaking of which, there is something I'd like to ask you for help with."

"You...you need my help?"

Upon hearing this, Bagst pointed to his nose, then looked at the all-powerful caretaker with a somewhat bewildered expression.

Samael nodded and began to speak in a seemingly casual manner.

"That's right, help me see the Prime Minister and the Queen's reactions."

"reaction?"

"Oh, I sent a gift to 10 Downing Street this morning. I don't know if they'll like it."

Samael blinked and used his usual tactic of revealing part of the truth to exploit the information gap in order to fool the honest little dog in front of him.

The gift was indeed given, and he was also curious to see Morgan and Artoria's reactions.

Because their specific reactions and how they dealt with Meryl can indirectly reflect their attitudes toward that messy debt from a thousand years ago.

At that time, I can take targeted strategies based on the intelligence I have gathered, and finally decide whether or not to meet them directly.

Although he also longed for a happy family reunion, he had no intention of directly walking into the line of fire.

Therefore, it's more sensible to vote for Merry first to test the waters.

As for the dragon girl, wasn't she given away for free? It's not bad to use her to test whether Morgan and Artoria would show signs of taking their anger out on each other.

Just as a certain unscrupulous snake was muttering to itself, the loyal guard dog nodded solemnly and accepted the task.

Sure enough, canines are more docile, unlike Mordred, that feline troublemaker, who was locked up in the dark room again after only a few days of peace.

After muttering a curse to himself for standing up his son, Samael got up and gave him instructions.

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. I'll wait for your results, and we'll keep in touch directly."

Watching Samael pick up a half-empty bottle of wine and leave the stone bench, Bagst snapped back to reality and his expression changed.

"Are you going?"

"Don't worry, I just plan to wander around the London area first."

Samael laughed

She smiled and offered gentle words of comfort.

However, upon hearing this, Bagst's face darkened, and he remained somewhat dejected.

I have to leave again...

"I promise I'll be back soon if all goes well."

Samael stopped and stroked Bagst's drooping head, making a solemn promise.

Finally, after a series of coaxing and persuasion, Bagst's depressed mood improved, and he raised his head again to look at Samael in front of him.

"You've come so early, you must not have had breakfast yet? Why don't you have a meal before you leave?"

"it is good!"

When his gaze met the longing overflowing in those heterochromatic red and blue eyes, Samael, feeling guilty, nodded without much hesitation.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Bagst beamed with joy. He quickly removed his patrolling knight armor and rushed into the kitchen at lightning speed to prepare a sumptuous breakfast.

Samael glanced at the cheerful, busy figures in the kitchen and muttered to himself.

It's just a meal, it can't be that coincidental, right?

As the thought flashed through his mind, Samael didn't dwell on it too much. He sat back down at the stone table, continued to savor the remaining half-bottle of wine, and waited for dinner to be served.

Relaxing his mind, Samael gently swirled his wine glass while surveying the courtyard's layout and offering his comments.

It's a great place to steal a moment of leisure from a busy schedule.

The design, which offers tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle, combined with its nature-friendly style, makes everything around it feel quite pleasant.

"dinner time!"

Soon, Bagst, who was in the kitchen, didn't keep Samael waiting long. He put on an apron and brought out a large table of delicious food, including baked pies, roast chicken, sweet soup, and Wellington steak.

Seemingly taking into account the guests' appetites, Bagst even served the food on large plates.

But isn't this too much? I don't know when we'll finish eating it.

Samael looked at the mountain of food piled up in front of him, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"What? Not to your liking?"

Seeing that the guests hadn't touched their cutlery, Bagst couldn't help but twist his apron with his fingers and ask nervously.

"No, it's too lavish, I'm a little surprised."

Samael quickly shook his head, and then, to appease Bagst's feelings, decisively picked up his knife and fork and began to eat.

As the steaming hot breakfast touched his lips, Samael's eyes lit up, and he ate a little faster.

It must be said that Bagst is quite talented in cooking, and the food he makes is quite delicious.

But soon, Samael looked at Bagst, who hadn't moved an inch across the way, with a look of surprise.

"Why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry, this is for you."

Bagst waved his hand and shook his head in polite refusal.

"You call that not hungry?"

Samael looked at Bagst's constantly moving throat and the two glistening drops of saliva hanging from the corners of his lips, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Bagst realized he had lost his composure, quickly wiped the drool from his mouth, and stubbornly pushed the plate toward Samael.

"It's alright, please eat as much as you like. Watching you eat is the happiest thing for me."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade the girl otherwise, Samael had no choice but to enjoy the food alone for the time being, and casually made a suggestion.

"Okay, I'll eat first, and you can have the rest."

"it is good!"

Bagst smiled broadly, nodded emphatically, then rested his chin on his hand and stared intently at Samael as he ate.

Seemingly influenced by the scene of feasting, an even stronger and more intense appetite also appeared in those red and blue heterochromatic eyes.

But for some reason, under that gaze, Samael gradually felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Finally, after struggling to finish a plate of apple pie, Samael put down his knife and fork and immediately stood up.

"I've finished eating, see you later."

However, the moment the ancient snake took a step, an indescribable feeling of weakness surged into his heart, and his somewhat limp body uncontrollably fell back into his seat.

Bagst pulled several empty bottles from his apron pocket, placed them on the table, and began to speak leisurely.

“I think you don’t need to be in such a hurry to leave…”

As his gaze swept over the slender and familiar bottle, Samael's face darkened.

Holy crap, it's this thing!

He, along with Morgan and the six major fairy clans, jointly developed the drug to trick the Lion King Artoria!

With the painstaking efforts of the British witch, the concerted efforts of the Grand Poison Masters who could even defeat the Horned God Cornunus, the data he had collected from his drug trials years ago, and such a large dose, it was clear that even he couldn't completely withstand it for a while.

Why did I ever have the brain fart to research this thing? It's like shooting myself in the foot...

Just as Samael's mind was in turmoil and he was filled with regret, a heavy shadow fell over his head.

Gollum~~

As a clear swallowing sound rang out, a pink tongue, constantly secreting saliva, licked across cherry lips. A pair of strong hands cupped Samael's cheeks, and his heterochromatic red and blue eyes looked at her with intense excitement as he spoke softly.

"You've finished eating, so it's my turn..."

Upon hearing this, Samael's cheek twitched. At this moment, he finally understood what Bagst's intense hunger was for.

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A pair of strong arms hung down.

He lifted Samael up by the waist and easily carried him on his shoulder.

“I will not let you leave again, Father…”

Bagst tightened his grip on his prey, swallowing hard as he solemnly declared, his pink tongue involuntarily licking behind Samael's ear, showing affection for his own kind and leaving his mark.

No, no, that's so disrespectful! I have to hold back!

Soon, realizing he had gotten a little too excited, the fairy knight shook his head, pushed aside the table and chairs, and solemnly stepped into the bedroom... onto the large bed.

As Samael was gently laid down and helped to sit up against the headboard, Bagst, who had been searching the room, returned and took out two red and black jewelry boxes, which he opened in front of everyone.

A pair of exquisite wedding rings lay quietly on the cushion amidst the silky velvet.

Bagst first put one on his own finger, and then, with great excitement, knelt down on one knee.

"Gawain the Fairy Knight hereby swears that, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, or for any other reason, I will love you, care for you, respect you, accept you, and remain faithful to you forever until the end of my life..."

During the brief pause, Bagst solemnly raised the other piece, along with its jewelry box, high above his head, looking expectantly at Samael on the bed.

"Then, are you willing to give me this opportunity, Father?"

Samael blinked, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something, but due to the effects of the drug, he ultimately failed to utter a sound.

Seeing this, Bagst was very considerate and simplified the process.

"Please blink if you'd like."

Suddenly, the person being proposed to on the bed opened their eyes wide and stared at the fairy knight in front of them.

However, one minute... two minutes... three minutes... half an hour...

Samael, who had been motionless, couldn't help but move his dry eyeballs, and his eyelids twitched.

In an instant, with a "snap," Bagst, who was still kneeling, rushed forward and, with lightning speed, slipped the engagement ring firmly onto Samael's left ring finger.

"You blinked! Great! It seems you agree!"

"..."

Looking into those bright, sparkling heterochromatic eyes, Samael felt a gush of phlegm rise to his throat, almost choking on his own breath, his eyes rolling back repeatedly.

He forgot that this was a fierce dog, and even the most loyal dog isn't necessarily well-behaved.

"If you have no objections, let's move on to the next step in our marriage."

Seeing that his beloved foster parent had accepted his marriage proposal, Bagst couldn't wait to lay Samael flat on the bed, the dark light in his heterochromatic eyes growing even more intense.

I shouldn't have come!

Samael was suddenly struck by the realization that the fairy knights beside him might also be a group of potentially dangerous individuals, and he was filled with despair.

However, there's no going back now. The fairy knight by the bed couldn't wait any longer and crawled over to the bedside, heading towards his target like a big dog that had caught a whiff of delicious food.

"Bang!"

Just as Bagst was about to enjoy his lunch, a thud, mixed with metallic noise, came from outside the courtyard.

"Hmm? It smells so good. You even prepared breakfast? Bagst, is that you back?"

The childish yet cold voice approached with footsteps, like a sudden alarm bell.