Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Lord Horned God, there's no other way, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you!"

Half an hour later, Samael looked at the two duo wreaking havoc in the courtyard, then at the wardrobe in the house that was almost full, and at the pairs of eyes that were either bewildered or innocent, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This is enough for two mahjong tables...

Damn it, didn't you check the almanac before you went out? What kind of unlucky day is today?

Is it a good time to travel, but not a good time to reminisce about the past?

Just as Samael was complaining, the urgent knocking on the door sounded again.

again!

At this moment, the duo, who were already bloodthirsty from killing, moved forward in perfect unison. One prepared to open the door, while the other, carrying a baseball bat, hid in a blind spot behind the door, ready to deliver a blow at any moment.

"boom!"

However, just as Bagst was about to open the door, a powerful impact blasted through it and burst forth.

This is a tricky idea! Let's all work together!

Immediately realizing that the newcomers were hostile, Bagst and Melusin instinctively grabbed their greatswords and flanked them from both sides.

However, as the dust settled, a figure dressed in a black office lady uniform and carrying a briefcase appeared at the door. Bagst and Melusin, who had picked up their weapons and were in a charging stance, froze on the spot.

Morgan's gaze swept over the two elf knights wielding greatswords at the door, and the mess in the yard, finally settling on a figure in the bedroom desperately trying to shrink into the closet. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

What are you doing in there?

Samael

Looking at the Prime Minister returning from get off work, she forced a stiff smile, her face showing a mixture of emotions, though tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Would you believe me if I said we wanted to play mahjong together?"

Chapter Six: Kneel Down and Sing "Conquer" (4.3k)

Inside, Morgan glanced at the cramped bedroom, frowned slightly, then looked at the two fairy knights following closely behind him and waved casually.

"go out."

"But!"

Immediately, Bagst and Melusin, who had one foot in the doorway, hesitated, instinctively wanting to offer a rebuttal.

"Ok?"

Morgan turned around with a cold, nasal tone.

His calm face revealed no emotion, but under the scrutiny of those deep blue eyes, an invisible pressure emanated from him, causing Bagst and Melusin to shiver, beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads. They immediately slumped back, dejected, and prepared to turn and leave.

"and many more…"

"Mother, you called me?!"

Hearing the call from behind, Bagst and Melusin, who had just stepped out of the doorway, instinctively turned around and surrounded him, their faces beaming with joy as they looked expectantly at Morgan.

Like two dogs with their tongues out, sitting in the yard, waiting for their owner to throw them a bone.

Morgan remained expressionless and pointed to the overflowing wardrobe.

"Take them with you too."

"..."

In an instant, Bagst and Melusin's secret joy and hope vanished, and they hung their heads, dragging the innocent bystanders out of the bedroom.

As the noisy figures disappeared from sight, Morgan tapped the ground lightly with his dark blue umbrella, and a halo of ethereal light spread out, enveloping most of the courtyard.

Accompanied by a few whistling sounds from the corner, several figures covering their heads looked dejectedly at the magical barrier that had taken shape before them, and could only give up their desire to continue peeking, lingering outside the door in frustration.

At this moment, in the bedroom that has returned to peace, the former witch gazes wistfully at the first knight she has appointed, and walks towards her step by step.

With each step Morgan took closer, the pressure on Samael increased, and an eerie atmosphere spread throughout the room.

Seeing Morgan so close, Samael's stiff face immediately broke into a smile of reunion after a long separation, and he coughed and took the initiative to speak.

"Cough, Sister Wang, it's been a long time..."

"Snapped!"

However, before Samael could speak, a crisp slap distorted the smile that had been on his face.

Immediately, cold sweat broke out on the back of his neck. Sensing that something terrible was about to happen, Samael instinctively wanted to speak up to defend himself.

"Well, I..."

But before he could speak, his head was lowered, and the scent of lavender wafted over, completely silencing his attempt to find a reason.

Their eyes met, and nothing more was needed.

They chose each other; they trusted each other.

They understood each other, and they missed each other.

All the sophistry and concerns that Samael had racked his brains for instantly vanished, and he began to take the initiative, responding more proactively.

Soon, the witch, whose learning talent had been discovered, began to move with increasing skill and maturity, gradually starting to actively cooperate and even launch counterattacks.

A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of regret, all melted into this silent kiss.

As they embraced, their expressions of longing grew increasingly intense, as if they wanted to meld each other into one another.

Soon, the two stumbled and bumped into the edge of the bed.

Morgan's body went limp, and she lay flat on the bed, her beautiful hair cascading down like a waterfall, her starry eyes half-closed, misty with moisture; her cheeks flushed.

Samael's Adam's apple bobbed, and the saliva he swallowed moistened his dry and astringent throat. His eyes were full of eager anticipation.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

However, just as the two, their desires aroused, were about to take the final step, there was a rapid knocking sound coming from the magic barrier and the door.

In an instant, Morgan, whose eyes had been glazed over just moments before, felt as if he had been doused with cold water. He clenched his teeth and his azure eyes shot out a sharp, chilling gaze.

"It's okay, ignore them."

Samael pressed Morgan's raised shoulder, lowered his head, and whispered softly, showing no intention of stopping there.

In contrast, his mindset was much more stable.

After all, they have extensive experience in this area.

"Boom!"

But before the ancient snake could calm the people around it, the death-dealing knocking sound rang out again, and it seemed even more intense than before.

Now, even the "peaceful" Samael could no longer remain peaceful; his opening and closing vertical pupils were filled with the same chilling murderous aura as Morgan's.

Damn it, when will this ever end?!

"Mother, Her Majesty the Queen has come to pay a visit!"

Suddenly, a shout from outside the courtyard caused the man and woman on the bed, who had been so aggressive, to change their expressions.

The Queen? Artoria?!

Morgan and Samael felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of ice water; they abruptly stood up and hurriedly tidied their disheveled clothes.

After quickly confirming that there were no obvious marks left on his body, Morgan seemed to realize something and subconsciously looked at the open cabinet door, his eyes gleaming.

In an instant, Samael realized what was happening. Looking at the familiar cabinet door and the narrow, claustrophobic space, he let out a weak, feeble wail.

No way? Here we go again!

"boom!"

But the bedroom door that was forcibly broken open, and the British Queen who appeared in front of it, thwarted Morgan's plans prematurely.

无

Samael, who had been hiding, looked at the two sisters gathered together and felt their gazes on him. He wanted to cry but couldn't, and he complained inwardly.

Why is it that all of you in the Pendragon family have this problem? Do you never knock before entering someone else's house?

However, rather than worrying about these things, the most urgent task is to break the current deadlock.

Samael, under immense pressure as the center of attention, cautiously raised his hand, forced a stiff smile, and tentatively began to speak.

"Since we're already here, how about we grab a bite to eat together?"

"it is good!"

Immediately, Artoria, a seasoned freeloader, nodded decisively, and the previously oppressive atmosphere eased considerably.

"You guys chat first, I'll go into the kitchen with Freya to prepare!"

Seeing that he had successfully changed the subject, Samael couldn't wait to volunteer. Without waiting for the two to answer, he grabbed the butterfly fairy Freya, who was standing there stunned on the steps, and rushed to the kitchen to avoid trouble for the time being.

After many years apart, little Freya, under the care of Morgan and her fellow fairies, has long since escaped the fate of being transformed into a Moss and has fully integrated into this special family.

Reuniting with Samael made her very happy, and she took the initiative to break away from her previous timid personality, cheerfully sharing her experiences over the past few days.

While they were talking, the two of them were not idle. Working together, they prepared a sumptuous lunch that included French cuisine, Italian cuisine, Roman court cuisine, and other regional cuisines.

Soon, the aroma wafted from the kitchen, making mouths water and whetting the appetites of those in the stomach.

At this moment, in front of the door.

"Lunch is still a while away, let's go sit in the living room first."

Morgan glanced at the uninvited guest standing in the doorway, her eyebrows inadvertently rising as she asked casually.

So, what would you like to drink?

"Black tea, thank you."

While gazing at that retreating figure, Artoria, her eyes somewhat dazed, was jolted back to reality by the cold question from behind and instinctively gave a reply.

Morgan nodded, turned to look at the fairy knight beside him, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Yes, Bagstaff, go to the cellar and get two bottles of red wine!"

"..."

Artoria, who was walking towards the living room, paused for a moment, her lips twitching slightly.

Half an hour later, in the villa's spacious courtyard, a long table was set up, along with an oven and grill, and delicious, generous portions of food were served.

A grand dinner party unfolded unexpectedly.

Besides the group of fairy knights, Morgan, Artoria, and other familiar faces, even the horned god Cornunos, who was visiting, stayed at Samael's invitation.

After all, the more people there are, the more firepower can be distributed.

Samael muttered to himself as he moved between Fufu and Kornunos, serving the two non-human creatures food with such kindness that it seemed a little too enthusiastic.

There was no other way; of the few people present, only these two were relatively safe. Even though they were being used as shields, they should at least be given some compensation and treatment they deserved, right?

Fortunately, things went as he expected, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was relatively harmonious in front of outsiders.

Seeing that he had successfully brought the situation under control, Samael secretly wiped the sweat from his brow and began chatting with the horned god beside him.

After some conversation, they learned about each other's recent situations.

With the mysterious return of the earth's surface and the establishment of Londinion, the horned god Cornunus also awakens from the increasingly magical land of Britain.

However, as the god of nature who governs hunting, fertility, animals, plants, and wilderness, Kornunos's main area of ​​activity is currently the Fairy Forest. He occasionally comes out to visit and exchange information with the Holy King of this land, or to discuss cooperation and achieve a balance between human groups and the forces of nature.

After listening to the horn god's account of his recent situation, Samael sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

"You've been hanging out with those demons again?"

"Fairies...spirits of nature...like..."

On the seat beside him, a chubby, furry horned god, maintaining a height of one person, conveyed his meaning through divine language.

Its adorable appearance made many fleshy ball enthusiasts, such as Bawanshi, Melusin, and Freya, unable to resist coming over to rub it a few times and enjoy its soft touch.

Faced with this seemingly offensive behavior, the gentle-natured horned god showed no anger whatsoever, allowing the group of familiar fairies to grope him all over.

Fairies, spirits of nature?

Sama stroked his chin thoughtfully, having roughly figured out why the Horned God had so many entanglements with that group of scoundrels.

In many legends and myths, fairies are mostly products of nature's specialization, and are fundamentally similar to Cornunos, who was a god of nature.

However, the birth of fairies is often related to the "strange" things in nature, so most of them are characterized by their eccentric and unpredictable nature.