Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Everyone's gone, what's the point of looking anymore?"

Sensing a hint of jealousy behind him, Samael quickly put his hands behind his back and gave the queen, to whom he had sworn allegiance, an innocent and pure smile.

"We should always see off the guests who come to our door."

Upon hearing the word "guest," Morgan's expression softened considerably. He turned to look at the black dog, Bagst, who was quietly shrinking towards the outside of the courtyard, and spoke softly.

"It's almost time. You should go to your night shift. Remember to investigate the area where the black dog is seen."

"Yes, yes, Mother..."

Bagst, who was called out, nodded reluctantly with a sullen expression, and accepted the assignment with no choice.

Morgan then turned his gaze to another fairy knight who had slipped into the bedroom under the cover of night in the corridor, and added casually.

"Melushin, you'll be in charge of assisting her."

The fairy knight, with one foot already in the bedroom, hesitated as he looked at the warm light and the soft, cozy blankets that made it easy to hide.

"Mother, I... I just got back from my business trip..."

"But you don't seem tired at all? Go ahead, I have faith in the stamina of the dragon race."

"..."

Hearing the pointed praise, Melusin could only nod resentfully and stand dejectedly with Bagst, who was packing his things.

The two, who had previously worked together seamlessly to take down a large number of troublemakers, looked at each other, their faces full of frustration.

Sure enough, as the guests left, the previous overstepping of authority would inevitably be settled later.

Immediately afterwards, under the intense low pressure, Morgan's deep blue eyes looked at Bavanshi, who was trying to make her presence as inconspicuous as possible.

"You stay..."

Instantly, the cat fairy, who had been feeling uneasy just moments before, beamed with joy upon hearing this arrangement and proudly raised her head.

Haha! I knew it! My mother's favorite is definitely me—Bavanshi with bright red heels, the lovable Bavanshi!

"You stay here...go to the kitchen and help wash the dishes."

However, as Morgan slowly uttered the second half of his supplement, Bavanshi, who had been beaming, suddenly froze on the face.

Then, Morgan, seemingly unconcerned, pulled up Samael, who was standing next to him.

"Come on, come inside with me..."

Watching her beloved mother lead that despicable third party into the bedroom, Bawanshi, left standing there, was utterly bewildered.

As night deepened, the sky was filled with stars, and the crescent moon rose.

After entering the bedroom, Morgan decisively locked the door, then looked intently at the prize he had just acquired in front of the bed, a pleased smile playing on his lips.

"So, are you ready to report to me? My guardian knight, my dear husband..."

In her view, the duties of a guardian knight and a husband are similar, and as his lord, she has only one requirement: that he openly offer her everything.

Sure enough, it was time to continue what we hadn't finished earlier.

Samael, who had anticipated this, looked up at the stunning queen under the lights, his eyes blazing with fire.

It was also ignited.

As the atmosphere in the bedroom gradually became ambiguous and heated, the two walked towards each other.

However, before the lovers, separated for a thousand years, could have any intimate contact, a dull knocking sound came from outside the door once again.

In an instant, Morgan's face, which had just been brimming with passion, turned frosty, and his gaze toward the door revealed a chilling intent.

"Who?! Are you ever going to stop?!"

"Mother, Your Majesty, an emergency! Black dogs have appeared! Their numbers and activity area have doubled, and they've shown a tendency to materialize and attack living people. I'm afraid you'll need to go to the scene to investigate..."

Hearing the clearly murderous tone, the petite figure outside the door couldn't help but shrink back and cautiously report.

Of all times! Damn it!

Upon hearing that it was serious business, Morgan's face darkened, and she cursed under her breath at the black dogs that had spoiled her mood.

Just as the Queen's anger was building, Samael smiled and stepped forward, gently patting the back of her hand and offering a soft admonition.

"Those in positions of power should fulfill their responsibilities. After all, this is a country you have worked so hard to obtain. The important matter is the priority. Go and take a look first."

In the end, Morgan reluctantly nodded and put the long-awaited reunion on hold for the time being.

The understanding guardian knight stepped forward to button up his queen's coat, smoothed out the wrinkles at the collar, and leaned down to kiss Morgan on the forehead, gently whispering words of advice.

"It's not convenient for me to show myself in a crowded place. Please take care of yourself."

"Ok!"

Morgan's frustration was instantly dispelled by this intimate gesture, and she nodded emphatically, just like a wife who could go out to work with peace of mind under her husband's care.

She was not disappointed that Samael did not intend to travel with her; in fact, she was quite happy.

As a target coveted by a large number of people, his decision to deliberately conceal his whereabouts was clearly intended to allow him to stay in London for a longer period of time and spend more time with others.

Having tidied her clothes and composed herself, the radiant female prime minister picked up her briefcase, opened the door, and stepped out of the bedroom.

At this moment, Bawanshi, who was standing in the corridor in charge of delivering messages, looked at her mother who had not been defiled, and a hint of pride flashed in her eyes as she secretly rejoiced.

Tonight, she defended her mother's chastity!

However, just as Bawanshi was inwardly applauding her actions, a pair of azure eyes looked at her with a strange and unsettling expression.

"Have you finished washing the dishes?"

"All done washing!"

Upon hearing her mother's question, Bawanshi hurriedly straightened up and answered loudly.

Morgan nodded noncommittally, then tossed his briefcase to the only remaining adopted daughter in the yard and spoke indifferently.

"Alright, you can come with me."

Upon hearing the order, Bavanshi, who had been somewhat apprehensive, nodded happily and hurriedly ran towards the garage to retrieve her favorite red Ferrari.

Morgan watched his daughter skip away, then casually glanced back at Samael behind him, his brow furrowing slightly.

Am I overthinking it?

Absolutely! She and I are completely innocent, okay?

Samael, who gleaned Morgan's true thoughts from these subtle actions, couldn't help but twitch his lips, inwardly cursing.

At least for now...

Samael, feeling indignant on his behalf, then added a somewhat hesitant explanation.

Fortunately, Morgan, focused on the emergency, didn't notice Samael's subtle expression. He simply said goodbye to his guardian knight, got into his car, and headed to the crime scene.

After seeing his lord off, and watching the red Ferrari drive further and further away down the street, Samael, who had been on edge, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But then, he looked around at the empty courtyard and the desolate bedroom, and felt a sense of loss.

Tonight, Habert Trott is going to her rented workshop to sew a new dress, and her best friend, Freya the butterfly, is naturally dragged along to be a fashion model and try on the new clothes.

The once noisy courtyard was now completely empty except for him.

Of course, there is also a beast.

As Samael thought of this, he subconsciously looked at the white-haired Fufu who was jumping onto the table under the pavilion and munching on a chocolate bar.

"Fuwu!"

However, upon noticing the gaze directed at her from behind, Fufu's hair stood on end. She shuddered, immediately lifted her chocolate bar, and distanced herself from the person, her small, darting purple eyes filled with vigilance.

"What are you looking at? I'm not a Fu Rui fanatic! Am I that perverted?"

Realizing he was being watched, Samael cursed angrily with a dark expression.

Fufu, however, maintained her distance, her small purple eyes revealing obvious disdain.

Once you change, you'll be in big trouble!

Samael “friendly” raised a middle finger, muttered a few malicious words, and then ignored the beast that was slandering him in his heart.

To vent his anger, he then went into the pavilion and unceremoniously took over Fufu's seat and snacks, eating while waiting.

But several hours passed, and what they received was news that everyone in the Prime Minister's office would be working through the night.

Dejected, Samael gazed at the desolate courtyard, feeling utterly empty. His hand, however, unconsciously reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate key.

Since there's no one at the Prime Minister's residence, perhaps...

Samael stared at the key in his hand, his eyes flickering.

The dark figure then disappeared into the thick darkness of the night.

Chapter Nine: Parents' Ex-Offenders (4.2k)

Late at night, Buckingham Palace, basement.

Bang!

Accompanied by a dull metallic groan in the darkness, a figure skillfully slipped out through the hole in the window.

Pshaw, you think you can trap me with this?

After confirming that no one was around, the escapee straightened his back triumphantly, glanced disdainfully at the iron window he had broken off with his bare hands, then put it back into the groove and swaggered out of the basement.

The escapees made their way forward with almost no obstacles, and even the righteous knights responsible for patrolling and checking them rarely saw them.

For some reason, Buckingham Palace seems much quieter tonight.

Strange, where did everyone go?

Under the moonlight, Mordred couldn't help but mutter to himself, curiously looking around.

But then, the rumbling sound in her stomach quickly dispelled her desire to get to the bottom of it.

Never mind all that, I'll go to the kitchen and find something to fill my stomach. Is the stuff that Gawain gorilla made even fit for human consumption? Even a dog would refuse it!

Mordred rolled her eyes and muttered to herself as she recalled the "Kerjia vegetables" she had tossed in the corner, which even the mice hadn't touched.

Immediately, the man who had made up his mind rushed into the kitchen with a clear goal in mind, took out several plates of toast from the basket, and ate them with the remaining smoked meat.

Finally, after devouring more than a dozen loaves of bread and two kilograms of bacon, Mordred let out a satisfied burp, got up, dusted himself off, picked his teeth, and emerged from the crime scene.

But just as the escapee was preparing to go back to the basement to continue serving her sentence, as usual, she looked in a certain direction of the palace, and her bright eyes flickered in the darkness.

Since there's no one around, why don't we go take a stroll there?

As long as I get back before dawn, no one will notice.

Mordred thought to herself, feeling proud of her own cleverness. Then, with her belly protruding, she swaggered out like a leopard cat stalking in the forest, taking advantage of the cover of night to sneak into the Queen's bedroom.

Similarly, the palace, though understated yet luxurious, was deathly silent; the true owner was not present.

After successfully infiltrating, Mordred's excited gaze swept over the items used by Knight King Artoria and her entourage. Then, with a cheer, she pounced onto the soft bed in the center, hugged the blankets, buried her head in the sniffs, and rolled around on the bed.

It smells like Father! Haha, it smells like Father!

The kitten, who had been frolicking on the bed, sat up after a while, rolled over on the messy bed, and, putting on a mature look, announced triumphantly.

However, from this moment on, this place belongs to me, Mordred!

The purest bloodline of House Pendragon! The rightful heir to the British throne!

The rebellious kitten proudly raised its chin and paced back and forth in the room, trying to imitate the demeanor and movements of the figure it remembered.

But after trying for a while, Mordred always felt that something was missing, and it was difficult to achieve the qualities of both form and spirit.

Soon, the rebellious knight looked himself up and down, slapped his forehead, and suddenly realized what was going on. He immediately jumped out of bed, reached into the wardrobe, and found his target.

After a rustling sound, Mordred, standing in front of the dressing mirror, looked at the imposing figure in the mirror, dressed in silver light armor and blue lining, and nodded in satisfaction.

This is right!

Now, I shall be formally crowned.

Mordred untied her ponytail, letting her long hair fall over her shoulders. Then she picked up the golden seven-sided crown from the dressing table and, mimicking her memory, solemnly and excitedly put it on her head.

Sure enough, with the embellishment of a special dress and crown, the reflection in the mirror closely resembled the image in her memory.

After all, it would be truly strange if two people who share the same genes didn't look alike.

The only pity is that, due to being an artificial life form, her growth has long since stopped, and the outline of her facial features is more immature than that of her father, thus there are subtle differences.