Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

American leeks?

After a moment, Kai realized what Samael meant, and his eyes lit up, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

To put it bluntly, it's about imposing a tax on the wealthy.

Due to the turmoil in America, many Jewish financial groups and wealthy individuals from various countries flocked to the relatively safe London in search of economic and personal security.

Previously, Morgan and Artoria had been quite tolerant of these immigrants in order to maintain political stability.

But now that the Knights of the Round Table have smoothly completed the transfer of power from the British Royal Family and Cabinet, there is no need to be too lenient with these capitalists who deserve to hang lampposts.

Since we're already here, we should at least help out by cutting the price before we leave, right?

Having discovered a new way to make money, Finance Minister Kay felt much better.

After quickly handling some miscellaneous tasks, Boudica opened the last document in her hand, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Recently, there have been more than a dozen sightings of paranormal phenomena. Witnesses claim to have seen canine-like creatures shrouded in red and black light, dragging chains and howling wildly through the streets. Sometimes there are a few, sometimes a group, but what they all have in common is that whenever these monsters appear, someone dies..."

"It's not that people die every time these monsters appear, but rather that these monsters appear every time someone dies!"

Bagst swallowed the food in his mouth, looked up, and solemnly corrected him.

Samael was the first to react, and suddenly realized what was happening.

"You mean—the black dog?"

Baggis nodded, confirming the answer.

The so-called "black dogs" are actually a special kind of spirit associated with death. They usually appear when someone is about to die, forming a funeral procession, howling to foretell death, and sending the soul to its destined place, just like death hounds chasing the scent of death in the dark night.

In addition, wounds inflicted by them are slow to heal, and they make a chain-like rubbing sound when they walk, which are all very distinctive characteristics.

All of the above matches the eyewitness testimonies.

Bagst was able to perceive the identities of these monsters so keenly because her own origins were related to "black dogs," and therefore she was quite familiar with their habits.

Upon learning the result, the fairy knight's face relaxed slightly.

"There's nothing to worry about. They're just guides for the dead, and theoretically they wouldn't be interested in ordinary people."

"Indeed, as you said, they mostly appeared in hospitals, cemeteries, crematoriums, and other places with a strong aura of death in the early stages..."

"Early stage?"

Morgan understood the implication and frowned slightly.

Boudica sighed and answered helplessly.

“That’s right. Their activity range seems to be spreading from the outer city to the inner city now. The most recent sighting was in SoHo.”

SoHo district?

Bagst looked puzzled upon hearing this.

“That’s not right. As symbols of ‘death,’ they shouldn’t be so active in the world of the living, especially in areas teeming with life.”

"Not only that, the two witnesses in SoHo seem to have gone mad. After examination by the fairy sorcerer, it was discovered that their souls appeared to have been torn apart by something..."

Boudica shook his head and handed the report to Bagst.

After quickly glancing through the content and the accompanying clinical images, Bagst was stunned.

Samael, who was listening in, stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before offering his own guess.

"Perhaps something is influencing them."

"Understood. Send people to increase patrols in the area where the black dog was roaming. Bagst is on night shift, so let her take charge of this. I'll follow up on the matter and also investigate the recent leyline flows."

Morgan nodded slightly and calmly offered his corresponding strategy.

This female prime minister has honed her skills over time and is clearly adept at handling similar government affairs.

As the furry horned god beside him lightly touched his arm, conveying his thoughts, Samael was slightly surprised.

Does that thing also exist in the Fairy Forest?

Black dog...

Samael chewed on the seemingly ominous tribal name, his brow furrowing as he habitually placed himself in the position of the one in power to delve into the matter.

"Stop, stop, stop! No work during mealtimes, the food's getting cold, let's eat first."

Eat your food first!

Seeing that the pleasant dinner was about to be ruined by a group of workplace drama queens, Kai quickly spoke up to change the subject and break the increasingly dull atmosphere.

As he spoke, Sir Kay took the lead, rummaging through the freshly baked lobster with cheese and black pepper steak, stuffing them onto his plate.

As for Queen Artoria, she has long been practicing the British constitutional monarchy (offline) system with her skillful and efficient work.

Samael snapped out of his daze, staring at the almost completely cleared tabletop, his lips twitching slightly as he silently grumbled to himself.

Birds of a feather flock together. Could it be that you taught Artoria to be such a foodie?

Oh well, anyway, the headquarters of all those behemoths from the mysterious worlds—the Clock Tower, the Knights of the Round Table, the Dark Council, and the six great goblin clans—are in Britain.

It's not his place to worry about this, he's a retired, idle person.

Seeing the brother and sister opposite him eating voraciously without any sense of decorum, Samael quickly let go of his mental burden and displayed his superb eating ability.

Similarly, Morgan, who was in sync with the movement, was too lazy to continue playing the role of a diligent and concerned politician, and decisively divided up territories, joining the ranks of those vying for them.

Meanwhile, Bagst, Melusin, Habetroth, Freya and other fairy knights, as well as Boudica who had just arrived, and even Fou, were all infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere and began to temporarily put aside their complicated affairs to fully enjoy the rare gathering.

This lunch lasted a full four hours, and it wasn't until nightfall that the guests and hosts were finally satisfied and the meal officially ended.

However, for some reason, looking at the harmonious scene before him, Samael felt that something was missing.

After a moment of thought, he suddenly realized.

It seems like one is missing...

Meanwhile, in a small, dark room somewhere in Buckingham Palace in the Westminster district.

As the sound of a metal tray sliding came from outside the door, Mordred, who was upside down in the corner, quickly flipped herself up and rushed to the door to shovel the brought-in plate inside.

Suddenly, a huge pile of mashed potatoes, mixed with exotic foods such as cow and sheep eyeballs, came into Mordred's view.

At this moment, Mordred, who had been holding onto a sense of anticipation out of sheer boredom, was utterly disillusioned. His lips twitched violently, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he cursed inwardly.

Damn it, it's Gawain the gorilla on duty at Buckingham Palace again today!

Chapter Eight: Let the fighting begin! Let the fighting begin! (4.1k)

As evening approached, this unexpected dinner party, which ended happily for all the guests and hosts, came to a close.

Artoria was the last to put down her empty plate, elegantly wiped her mouth, stood up from her seat, and under everyone's watchful eyes, went to the end of the table and naturally took Samael's hand.

"Come back to the palace with me."

"Snapped!"

However, with a crisp slapping sound, Morgan expressionlessly brushed Artoria's arm away.

"Why?"

"He is my teacher, is there anything wrong with me inviting him?"

"He's still my chief knight! As a vassal, his loyalty is to me! You haven't even asked for my opinion yet?"

Morgan raised an eyebrow and once again slapped Artoria's outstretched hand aside.

Artoria's expression was displeased as she continued to reach out.

"I am the state, and legally, everything here belongs to me."

"Sorry, that's all from the Glorious Revolution. Those ideas are outdated. Now we have a constitutional monarchy, and I have more power than you!"

“I appointed you, and I have the right to impeach you.”

"Then please submit the bill first, and we'll discuss it after the upper and lower houses and the round table have passed the decision."

Morgan responded sharply, slapping away the restless hand without hesitation and firmly defending his sovereignty.

……

After several rounds of exchanges, neither sister could gain the upper hand, and they stared at each other in an eerie silence.

In an instant, Artoria and Morgan attacked simultaneously, one launching the main attack and the other blocking, their back-and-forth exchanges creating a fierce battle.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

In an instant, amidst a series of crisp impacts, afterimages intertwined above Samael's head, culminating in a burst of air explosions.

The chaotic airflow swept through, scattering tablecloths and plates, leaving the scene in a mess.

However, the Horned God, Fou, and Sir Kay, who had been sitting next to Samael, had already secretly left the dangerous area as soon as they sensed the subtle atmosphere. They were calmly watching the fight from the sidelines with fruit platters and black tea, showing no intention of intervening to break up the fight.

"Fight! Fight! Mother will win!"

Even Bawanshi, who seems to thrive on chaos, stood by with shining eyes, waving her arms and muttering excitedly, essentially becoming a cheerleader and fueling the fire.

Samael, who was in the eye of the storm, also wanted to run away. He forced a stiff smile and cautiously raised his hand.

"How about I go first..."

"sit down!"

However, the two sisters, who were exchanging barbs from a distance, turned their heads at the same time, glared at him coldly, and spoke in unison.

Immediately, Samael, whose suggestion had been rejected, sat back down in his original seat, looking as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.

Even more critically, after this reminder, the two sisters realized that neither of them could do anything about the other, and they turned their attention back to the person they had just ignored.

"Shouldn't you give me an explanation about the Holy Grail, teacher...?"

Artoria spoke softly, her gaze meaningful.

Although Morgan was also deceived, at least she learned the truth.

He had abandoned his country and the throne for this bastard, leading the elite of the Knights of the Round Table into the ideal world to search for the so-called Cup of Miracles.

As a result, he was imprisoned in the paradise for a thousand years by this damned liar.

In all calculations, I am the biggest victim.

But Morgan, whose territorial instincts were also stirred, was not to be outdone, and looked at Samael, who had become the focus of attention.

"Before that, shouldn't you first report to your lord and tell him what 'good deeds' you've done over the years, my dear knight..."

Immediately, the two sisters exchanged glances and spoke at the same time.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Where are you going tonight?"

Under the watchful eyes of four sharp gazes, Samuelton felt immense pressure, and fine beads of cold sweat constantly appeared on his forehead.

This seems to be another potentially disastrous question.

Just as Samael was in a difficult situation, a familiar voice, as beautiful as heavenly music, came from the kitchen, rescuing him from his predicament.

"It's getting late, why don't we pack our things first and then talk about other things?"

Boudica pointed to the mess in the yard, then held up the documents in her hand as a reminder.

Artoria glanced at the dim sky and frowned slightly. Given the disadvantage of playing away from home, she had no choice but to back down.

"Alright then, I'll leave this to you."

But then, before leaving, the queen looked at Samael again and solemnly added a sentence.

"However, the palace gates are always open to you."

"Okay, I'll definitely visit you once I'm done here."

Having finally found an opportunity to break the deadlock, Samael nodded repeatedly in response.

Morgan simply hummed in response and ultimately remained silent.

After all, with this decision, she seems to be the one who benefited.

Seeing that there was no more drama to watch, the group of onlookers scattered like birds and beasts; some went to drink tea, some packed up, and some went home.

A dejected Sir Kay shook hands with Samael politely, revealing a meaningful smile, then, with his belly full, followed his sister and turned to leave.

As he felt a slightly cool touch in his palm, Samael quickly confirmed, through his sense of the outline, that it seemed to be a key.