Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

In contrast, the horned gods, born from faith and the pure power of nature, appear much gentler.

The differences in their personalities meant that they could not fully integrate with each other.

But that doesn't matter.

Just because the horned god can't outmaneuver those pathetic little creatures doesn't mean he'll make that kind of mistake.

If they don't obey, make them kneel down and sing "Conquer"!

Samael recalled the current Fairy King whom he had pinned under the table, and a pleased smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"If those guys from the Fairy Forest..."

If you do anything suspicious, let me know.

"Chirp chirp!"

The horned god shook its chubby head, nodded slightly, and then focused on enjoying the fruit and food on the table.

"Lamb skewers? Black pepper steak? Baked lobster with cheese? Wow, lunch is so lavish! Count me in! Freya, quick, get a knife and fork."

As they were talking, a handsome young man with short blond hair and a lazy demeanor skillfully climbed over the wall and plunged into the crowd to freeload.

Samael watched as yet another familiar face arrived at his door, veins bulging on his forehead, and he couldn't help but tap his spoon in frustration.

"Kai, tell me honestly, did you arrive right on time? How come you're always here to freeload meals!"

"Hey, don't be so formal. It's been almost a thousand years since we last met. If you say that, I'll be very sad, my friend."

The blond hunk, carrying a bowl of soup, came over with a grin, then put on a wronged look and continued to add more.

"Besides, I didn't come for nothing; I even brought a gift."

"Gift?"

Samael turned to look at this notoriously stingy man who was in charge of finances, his face full of suspicion.

Then, Kai smiled mysteriously, cupped his hands into a megaphone shape, and shouted towards the outside of the porch.

"Merlin, get those two bottles of Uruk beer out of your pocket! I saw them!"

"..."

"..."

Immediately, Samael, who was looking forward at the table, and the old nightmare demon, who was cowering at the door, both twitched their cheeks and fell silent.

Good heavens, so you're unwilling to part with even a single hair, yet you're trying to use someone else's flower to offer to Buddha?

"You guys chat, I'm just passing by!"

Seeing that his mischievous friend had exposed his whereabouts, the old dream demon, under the watchful eyes of everyone, retreated with a sheepish grin, clearly not intending to make any sacrifices.

Morgan put down his knife and fork, looked up at the old nightmare who was about to slip away, and spoke calmly.

"This morning, a woman with white hair and pointed ears was brought into my office. She said she came from Paradise and was Merlin's sister..."

"Slander! This is blatant slander! I live alone; I have no brothers or sisters!"

The court magician, who had been recognized as an extra relative, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He excitedly tried to distance himself from the relationship, and his body, which had been at the door, unconsciously retreated back to the dining table, all the while angrily declaring his discontent.

"Let's eat first, let's eat first. After we finish this meal, I'll go and see who's been badmouthing me behind my back!"

The hand that reached into his robes pulled out a bottle of Uruk ale and placed it on the table to add to the merriment.

At this moment, Kai, who was engrossed in eating, suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he had thought of something and realized something.

"Oh, that? I was wondering why there wasn't a public account in the Prime Minister's office. Suddenly there was a life-sized figurine that looks just like you."

"puff!"

Samael nearly spat out the soup he had just taken a sip of.

How long has it been since Meryl came out, and her account has already been banned again? Did Morgan use petrification powder?

"Come on, it's lunchtime, why talk about business?"

Merlin glanced reproachfully at Kai, who seemed to know nothing, while reaching into his pocket to pull out a bottle of ale and opening it to pour a glass for everyone.

As the fragrant aroma of wine filled the air, everyone, in high spirits, raised their glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

As Merlin watched his beloved ale being devoured by the crowd of people rushing to him, his forced smile twitched uncontrollably; his heart was bleeding.

The brewing techniques of Uruk have long been lost. Due to changes in the geographical environment and the significant differences in raw materials, this authentic product, which has been preserved for thousands of years, is even rarer.

Normally, he wouldn't even drink it himself, but now that bastard Kai called him out, he's lost half of his stock.

Make friends carelessly, make friends carelessly!

The old dream demon glared hatefully at Kai, who was busy eating at the table, looking heartbroken and cursing the unscrupulous bastard in his heart.

Just as the dinner party was reaching its climax, another new visitor arrived.

"Huh? You're all here? And... Your Majesty!"

Samael stared blankly at the person with long, fiery-colored hair who was looking at him with a mixture of surprise and delight. He nodded numbly, forcing a lifeless smile onto his face.

"What a coincidence, Boudica..."

At that moment, everyone turned around in unison. The Queen and the Prime Minister, sitting on the head seats, looked at the person who had spoken and spoke in turn.

"You just called him..."

"…His Majesty?"

Chapter Seven: Riding Dragons and Being Rided by Dragons (4.1k)

Seeing that he had stirred up new trouble, Samael, who was already numb, had no choice but to confess the general facts.

After a long while, recovering from their shock, the Lion King Artoria and the witch Morgan looked with subtle expressions at the rumored couple in the family genealogy—

Boudica, the "Queen of Victory" from ancient Celtia, and the "Great Red Dragon"—it's unclear whether she rode it or was ridden by it.

So, they are the "ancestors" of the Pendragon family?

In an instant, Artoria and Morgan's gazes turned to the old nightmare demon who was huddled in the corner, retreating.

You didn't mention this when you were building momentum back then.

"Hahaha, really, I suddenly remembered that nightmares can't eat human food. You guys eat first, I won't bother you anymore."

At this moment, Merlin, who had already slipped to the courtyard wall, waved with a fake smile under the watchful eyes of everyone.

He waved goodbye, then without hesitation, his body dissolved into flower petals and drifted away, escaping the scene of the crime before he was beaten up.

Seeing that the culprit, who was extremely vigilant, had managed to slip away first, Samael, one of the victims, slammed his fist on the table, stood up abruptly, and was filled with righteous indignation.

"This is outrageous! I'll go after them!"

"sit down!"

However, the moment Samael stood up, Morgan and Artoria, who were sitting at the head of the table, both raised their eyebrows and snorted in unison.

The two sisters had long been tricked by this cunning red dragon and knew without a doubt that he was pretending to be righteous while actually planning to take the opportunity to run away.

"Oh!"

Immediately, Samael, who had just moved his buttocks, had no choice but to obediently sit back down under the sisters' watchful eyes.

At this moment, Sir Kay, who vaguely sensed that the atmosphere in the air seemed to be becoming more and more subtle, quickly put down his knife and fork and stood up from his seat.

"Um, I'm full, you guys..."

"You sit down too!"

"Oh!"

But soon, Kai, who wanted to run away, was also intimidated by the tyranny of the two tigresses and sat down again like a good boy, becoming Samael's unfortunate brother.

Damn old nightmare!

That damned liar!

Go ahead and run!

They didn't even invite us!

The two people sitting next to each other exchanged glances, mentally cursing their shameless teammate a thousand times over.

Fortunately, although Merlin, that old fox, ran away, Boudica, who is much more approachable, came along.

As fellow Britons, Morgan and Artoria held this "ancestor" who was like a sister and mother to them in high esteem, and thus jointly invited her to join them for lunch.

Noticing Samael frantically winking at her from the shadows, Boudica smiled and nodded, readily agreeing.

Immediately, the understanding Queen of Victory took the initiative to sit down next to Artoria and Morgan, chatting about some work-related issues while interspersing her conversation with stories from the past.

This naturally inevitably involves mentioning the Messiah who single-handedly saved the day.

After a series of narrations and additions from bystanders, Artoria and Morgan finally understood why Samael was so determined to bind the Age of Gods a thousand years ago and move towards their opposition.

However, even after learning these secrets, Morgan and Artoria, who were tricked into entering the amusement park, remained calm and didn't even lift their eyelids.

After all, a thousand-year wait is also a thousand-year pilgrimage;

A brief separation is only for an eternal return;

They lost a nation destined for destruction, but gained a more prosperous one.

Moreover, given their intelligence, they had already anticipated some of the answers; all they lacked was concrete evidence.

Seeing the previously strange atmosphere at the dinner table gradually turn into a warm and peaceful one, Samael looked at Boudica with barely concealed excitement.

Well done, Your Majesty! Our deep revolutionary friendship from back then has not been in vain!

Those heartless friends should really see what true help in times of distress and genuine support are!

Boudica responded to the Roman prince's gratitude with her usual gentleness, a slight smile on her lips and a nod.

However, the two who were communicating in secret were clearly unaware that Artoria and Morgan had already discovered his little trick.

The Queen and the Prime Minister turned to look at each other simultaneously, exchanging a strange, enigmatic gaze. Their usually calm expressions took on a slightly odd quality.

Could it be that those two are actually having an affair?

Fortunately, before the two could think about it further, the dutiful office secretary steered the conversation back to work.

"Dr. Hyde's stolen transformation potion has so far triggered 11 violent incidents, resulting in 2 deaths and 7 injuries. Although the recovery has been largely completed and three illegal pharmaceutical factories attempting to analyze its ingredients have been destroyed, many unresolved issues remain."

Those ordinary people who took the transformation potion exhibited clear symptoms of split personality and truncated reactions. Their second personality was highly aggressive, and some of their fantasy-related talents were also activated by the potion. Therefore, we can only detain them for now, and the follow-up matters are being handled by Lancelot and his Cavalry Knights.

When the conversation turned to business, the female prime minister, who showed signs of being a workaholic, rubbed her temples and asked a question.

"how many people?"

"If there are no omissions, there are a total of 9 people."

Boudica glanced at the documents in his hand and responded in a deep voice.

Morgan pondered for a moment and offered a solution.

"We should request funding from the Ministry of Finance, and have Dr. Hyde, the developer of the transformation potion, lead the formation of a temporary research team to quickly develop an antidote to alleviate the symptoms. As for supervision, we can leave it to Agruven."

At this moment, Samael, who was seated last, raised his hand and suggested, "We can recruit professionals in potion-making from the six great fairy clans."

Then, after thinking for a moment, he added with ill intent, "Dissociative identity disorder is related to the mental realm, dreams, and the like. Merlin is an expert in this area, so I suggest he go and help out as well."

Upon hearing this, Artoria nodded slightly and readily agreed to find some work for the court magician, who seemed to have been too idle lately.

At the end of the table, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who had been trying his best to keep a low profile, couldn't help but complain when he heard the bad news of the financial loss.

"You're making the Ministry of Finance pay again? It's only been six months, and the tax revenue is almost gone. Are you...?"

Shouldn't you ask for my opinion?

The return of the divine has led to an increase in human lifespan, accompanied by a multitude of supernatural events.

Compared to ordinary people in peacetime, the destructive power of those fantastical creatures and extraordinary humans is much greater.

Even with the current heavy blows from the Knights of the Round Table and the Knights of the Righteousness, the subsequent repairs of public facilities and related expenses have risen sharply in recent years.

Kai, who had been in charge of the purse strings, didn't have a few days of peace before returning to the miserable life of worrying about income and expenditure and logistics. He even lost a lot of hair.

“A reasonable deficit is not necessarily a bad thing.”

Samael patted his friend on the shoulder, offering words of comfort while a smirk played on his lips. He raised his hand and made a cutting motion, his face full of malicious intent.

"Besides, even if the national treasury is short of money, there is no shortage of those newly grown American leeks. After raising them for so long, it's time for them to share the burden of their father and help the country."