Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Of course, Mordred didn't care much about these minor differences. Instead, she swayed back and forth in front of the dressing mirror, imitating Artoria's every word and action in a pretentious manner.

But just as Mordred was having a great time, the sound of a door lock mechanism turning suddenly came from the corridor.

Someone's come in! Oh no!

Mordred was suddenly awakened by this unexpected turn of events. His mind went blank, and without thinking, he rushed to the bed and crawled under the covers, hoping to get away with it.

At that moment, with the soft creaking of the door, a tall, slender figure stepped into the bedroom under the moonlight and spoke softly.

"I've come to keep my appointment, Your Majesty..."

Partner?

Mordred, lying in bed, froze upon hearing that familiar voice, utterly astonished.

How did he get a key to his father's room?

Just as Mordred was completely confused, he heard a whisper with a hint of mockery in his ear.

"You invited me over, but you went to sleep first. Isn't that a bit inappropriate, Lily?"

As they whispered, a portion of the warm air brushed against her earlobe, then flowed downwards, caressing her fair, ivory-like neck and bringing a slight tickle. Another portion flowed into her ear canal, vibrating her eardrum and causing a tidal wave-like resonance in her skull.

Immediately, Mordred, who had never experienced such intimate contact before, trembled violently. Even though she instinctively bit her lip, she still let out a soft moan.

He was definitely pretending to be asleep!

Samael, standing by the bed, saw the Queen lying on her side with her back to him, still silent. Then, a mocking smile appeared on his lips as he leaned down and patted the Queen's side profile.

Even through the silk quilt, the warmth and pressure of that hand were still transmitted to Mordred. The person pretending to be asleep in bed couldn't help but tremble, her posture becoming even more hunched, as she moved further into the bed, like a shy kitten.

But the entire bed was only a few meters square, and in this limited space, Mordred had nowhere to retreat.

So you're not going to say anything? Silence means you agree.

The intruder, who had not been explicitly refused, grew increasingly mocking and began to push his luck.

However, after a brief moment of close contact, Samael was startled and subconsciously withdrew his still-warm hand, making a grasping motion in the air.

Wait a minute, something doesn't seem right.

With such a big difference between A and C, he couldn't possibly be mistaken.

In an instant, Samael seemed to realize something. He pressed his hands on the trembling shoulders, forcefully turned the figure lying on its side back to face him, and stared at the face, which was as red as cloth, for a moment, and was filled with astonishment.

"Xiao Mo? Why are you wearing Artoria's clothes and lying in her bed?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Seeing that her embarrassing act had been exposed and she had been caught red-handed, Mordred was so ashamed and angry that she was like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. She shook off Samael's arm, hugged her bare chest with both hands, and bared her teeth in a huff as she retorted.

In the awkward atmosphere, Samael's eyes darted around, and he tried to change the subject.

"Uh, speaking of which, weren't you in solitary confinement? You didn't sneak out again, did you? Hurry up and go back, or you'll get more punishment if you're discovered."

"Anyway, nobody cares. I can just go back to sleep before dawn, right?"

Mordred scoffed dismissively, then glared at the uninvited guest who had ruined her pleasant experience, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"But why did you sneak into Father's bedchamber?"

"Cough cough..."

Recalling that the person he had just flirted with was Mordred in front of him, Samael coughed violently a few times and waved his hand dismissively.

"Children shouldn't meddle in adult matters..."

"Tch, don't look down on me. I'm not a child!"

However, these words inadvertently touched a nerve with Mordred, causing the kitten, who already felt slighted, to angrily raise its fist and look disdainfully at the uninvited guest who was pretending to be calm in front of the bed.

"Don't think I don't know you broke into Father's bedroom in the middle of the night just to do that kind of thing!"

While Mordred, who was rather clueless about matters between men and women, appeared indifferent, the accumulation of knowledge over a thousand years, coupled with the explosive amount of information in this era, meant that even if she didn't intend to learn, she had a basic understanding of what she should and shouldn't know.

Clearly, his partner had no good intentions for sneaking into his father's palace late at night.

Seeing that his own hidden evil intentions had been exposed, Samael simply stopped pretending and rolled his eyes at Mordred, who had ruined his plans.

"So what if it is? My feelings for Lily are genuine!"

"And Mother?"

"Of course it's true!"

When Mordred pressed him for an answer, Samael answered confidently, displaying an attitude of utter indifference.

Indeed, he was sincere to everyone.

"Forget it, why bother talking to a kid like you?"

Samael then seemed to realize that this was not a feat worth boasting about, and guessing that tonight's night raid would most likely fail, so he waved his hand impatiently and turned to leave.

"You can have fun by yourself. I'm going back now."

"Come back!"

However, just as Samael was about to turn away from the bed, Mordred, who had been treated like a child, angrily pulled Samael back onto the bed. He then took the opportunity to roll over and straddle Samael's waist and abdomen, like a leopard cat capturing its prey, firmly pinning the man in front of him under its paws and grinding its teeth maliciously.

"Don't even think about running away, you're mine now!"

"Hey, what are you doing! Stop fooling around. If Morgan and Artoria see this, they might give you a mixed doubles beating."

Faced with the kitten's playful antics, Samael helplessly raised his hands.

"What are you afraid of! You struck first, now it's my turn!"

At this moment, Mordred firmly restrained Samael's limbs and spoke with righteous indignation.

“I told you it’s different. I thought the person lying in bed was Artoria.”

Samael mumbled weakly, trying to defend himself for his mistake.

"What's the difference! I want everything that Father and Mother have!"

Aroused by their competitive and possessive nature, the kittens stare intently at their prey, baring their milk teeth without hesitation to assert their ownership.

For some unknown reason, Mordred suddenly went through a rebellious phase again, leaving Samael feeling utterly helpless.

"What are you thinking? Nothing has happened between us yet..."

However, upon hearing this, Mordred's eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but lick her dry lips. Her grip tightened, and a blush spread across her face.

Flushed.

She seemed even more excited.

"That's even better! I want to be the first one before them!"

I lost it!

Samael, who was trying to persuade him from the opposite direction, almost fainted as he looked up at the unruly and unreasonable child.

But as their eyes met, he was shocked to discover that a fiercely aggressive wildfire was burning within those emerald green pupils.

Samael was stunned, his expression momentarily dazed.

The little creature that used to follow him around had unknowingly lost its baby teeth, grown sharp claws, and become a female beast capable of actively hunting prey.

Ding dong…

A golden crown fell from her hair to the ground with a melodious sound. The curtains fell, and the grown lioness shed her disguise, revealing her claws without hesitation, and began to enjoy the prey she had snatched first.

The moon sets, the stars fade, and the night gradually recedes.

The bed, which had been rocking all night, finally settled down just before dawn.

A moment later, a pair of fair arms drew back the bed curtains, devouring the prey with their claws. The little lioness, who had enjoyed a wild night of pleasure, turned her head to look at the faint morning light outside the window, raised her hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, and reluctantly got out of bed, quickly dressing herself.

As the absurd night drew to a close and dawn broke, Samael rose and looked at the messy bedding and the conspicuous splash of crimson in the center. Calming down, he couldn't help but feel somewhat bewildered.

Leaving Morgan's mansion, and then having sex with Mordred on Artoria's bed—what kind of situation is this?!

Thinking of this, Samael felt ashamed to face the "parents" of the person involved and couldn't help but cover his face with his hands.

However, an arm patted him solemnly on the shoulder, and Mordred, dressed impeccably, spoke with great confidence.

"Don't worry, partner, I'll take responsibility for you!"

"..."

Samael stared at Mordred, who was making solemn assurances to him, and was speechless for a moment, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Who slept with whom in this situation?

Why do I feel like I'm the one who got dumped?

At this moment, Mordred, who had quite the air of a "bad girl," glanced at the messy battlefield, recalled the novel experience of last night, licked her lips, which seemed a little dry, with a lingering sense of nostalgia, and finally withdrew her hand regretfully, muttering in dissatisfaction.

"It's exciting, but there's just not enough time! No, I want to try it again when I get out!"

Then, this rebellious knight, with a rebellious spirit, looked around the palace before him, his eyes flashing, and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, I'll come here again next time!"

Upon hearing Mordred's enthusiastic speech, even Samael, with his strong tolerance, couldn't help but feel his heart stop for a moment and his face change color.

Again? Want to keep dancing in this minefield? Please, have mercy on me!

If Morgan and Artoria find out, they'll probably team up and hunt us down!

"I'll keep this for now. See you later, partner!"

However, before Samael could recover from his frustration, a pair of not-so-clean hands had already snatched the keys from his coat pocket by the bedside and skillfully climbed out the window to escape.

She seemed to have fallen in love with the place, even though it was somewhat offensive to her father and not entirely in accordance with etiquette and protocol.

But this transgression seemed to bring her even stronger excitement and impulse.

If Mordred had any knowledge of ethics, she would understand that this should be called "a sense of immorality."

Now, this rebellious knight seems to be going further and further down this road of no return, leaving only another accomplice to cover his face with his hands, filled with regret.

Chapter 10 Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and the Muggle Line 4.3k

A light mist hangs over London in the morning, shrouding the entire city in a hazy glow.

Samael, who had slipped away from Artoria's palace ahead of time, was wearing a black trench coat with the collar turned up. He walked with his hands on his hips on the sparsely populated street, deliberately avoiding the gaze of others, and glancing around from time to time, as if he were wary of the righteous knights who might suddenly appear at the street corner.

Of course, Samael himself didn't want to be so suspicious.

But after cleaning up the scene and escaping the crime scene, Samael became increasingly uneasy.

There's nothing he can do. Although he's very professional at cheating and can keep his mouth shut without leaving a trace, he can't keep up with his partner's promiscuity.

Based on past experiences of getting caught cheating, the problem usually doesn't lie with the person having the affair; it's always the other person who, intentionally or unintentionally, betrayed them completely.

Unfortunately, Mordred, who is clearly a bit dim-witted, is exactly this type.

Who knows if she might suddenly decide to reveal her novel experience of "parents committing crimes" from last night in front of the two victims.

At that time, Samael would probably see Morgan leading a large group of fairy knights and Artoria leading the entire Round Table Cowboys, digging three feet into the ground in London to hunt him down.

Because, based on Samael's extensive post-incident experience, he deduced that it was he, the infamous demon king, who was likely to be suspected of being the culprit.

As for Mordred, who caused the mess...

Sorry, she's already locked up in the dark room, at most she'll be punished for a few more days. Given this brat's temperament, do you think she'll care about that?

At this moment, the more Samael thought about it, the more likely it seemed. He could only regret not having passed the test last night, while secretly praying that Mo Zai wouldn't let it slip.

He sold it.

Seriously, she wouldn't be foolish enough to publicize something like this, would she?

No way? No way?

Samael muttered to himself, trying to reassure himself, but his body honestly donned the disguise spell, shrinking into the shadows to further reduce his presence and quickening his pace away from the crime scene.

As we traveled along, the city seemed shrouded in a deathly gray haze, and the low-hanging clouds in the sky brought a sense of melancholy.

The London buildings along the way are mostly remnants from the Victorian era, with a Gothic beauty. Hundreds of years of history and changes are etched on every brick and tile of the houses, exuding an old, rusty smell as if washed by rain.

The world I saw was permeated with an ancient, mysterious, and dark atmosphere.

"Boss, a copy of the morning paper, please."

As he passed a newsstand, Samael seemed to remember something. He stopped, took out 20 pence, and pointed to the newspapers on the stand.