Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Until Grey was born.

The highly activated dragon factor within her body made her appearance almost identical to that of the former Artoria and Morgan, which was therefore regarded as a miracle by the villagers of Brakmoa, who worshipped and prepared for her with fervor.

If the original history is followed, this child will become the pre-selected vessel for the resurrection of King Arthur in the village of Brakmore, living from childhood under house arrest and amidst conspiracies.

However, six hundred years ago, after witnessing Joan of Arc's choice of character, Samael abandoned his slumber, awakened his old friends, and returned to the land of Britain. He established the prototype of the Dark Council in the village of Blackmore and incorporated Morgan's old followers.

From that moment on, Grey's fate was also subtly altered.

When the child was born and the dragon factor within her was activated, Samael, who had anticipated this, stepped forward to take Gray away and sent her to the Xavier School for Gifted Children, which he had secretly funded. There, she became classmates with a group of exceptionally talented children, including the loli magic book nursery rhyme, the little witch Alice, and the outer goddess witches Abigail and Lavinia.

As the teacher who discovered and funded her, Samael would occasionally work part-time at the school as an educator, and also to comfort the little ones he hadn't seen in a long time.

Thus, with the company of her peers and teachers, Grey's childhood was filled with warmth.

Later, Samael resigned and fled to Fuyuki City, where he broke the seal of the Thirteen Restraints, allowing the mystery to return to the surface.

Artoria, who had been sleeping in the Sea of ​​Stars, also completed her thousand-year pilgrimage and led the fully-fledged Knights of the Round Table back from her ideal world, where she and Morgan rebuilt Britain.

Therefore, Gray, who was sacrificed, had no more use for her skills and lived a more comfortable life. Her delicate relationship with her mother and the villagers also gradually eased.

But as the years go by, those eternally youthful girls, who have a perpetual shelf life, still retain a childlike nature. Gray, who is gradually maturing, will eventually have to try to step into society on her own, integrate into the normal human community, and take on the corresponding responsibilities.

After graduation, Grey passed the council's test and took on the job of a gravedigger, responsible for using her talents and knowledge to guide the dead, purify and protect this land.

Right now, this paranormal investigation in Lentinion is one of the tasks she needs to complete on this trip.

Little did he expect that the "God" who was constantly on the run, from Blackmore Village to Misaki City, from Misaki City to Fuyuki City, from Fuyuki City to Tulipas, and then from Tulipas back to Britain, would meet his little disciple in Lentinion.

After a moment of reflection, Samael noticed that Gray, who was sitting next to him, had finally calmed down and started chatting casually with the young disciple beside her, asking her questions out of curiosity.

"By the way, who sent you to Lentinion?"

"It's Lady Holo."

Hearing that it was work-related again, Grey finally relaxed a bit and answered seriously.

"She was the first to discover the anomaly of the dead, so she dispatched gravediggers throughout Britain to handle the relevant paranormal events in different areas, and I was in charge of Lentinion."

"only you?"

Samael frowned slightly upon hearing this.

This strange event seems to be more complicated than it appears. Why send this newly hired apprentice to Lentinion, where the most anomalies are concentrated?

Although with that thing, this girl's life wouldn't be a problem, isn't this a bit too frivolous?

The ancient snake muttered to itself, its peripheral vision catching the black pet snake peeking out from Gray's hood.

To avoid trouble, he concealed his identity when he met Grey, and later left without saying goodbye in order to successfully escape. His care for the child was indeed not very meticulous.

However, considering Grey's abilities, Samael left her a small gift—enough for her to protect herself—when he finished teaching that semester.

One of my own shed snake skins.

"No, there should be other members helping as well."

Grey gently shook her head, hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of black wax with an ouroboros pattern from her bosom, showed it to her teacher, and continued to add.

"Lady Holo asked me to go to 10 Downing Street, saying that someone would assist me once I got there."

Looking at the emblem that belonged to him and the handwriting that deliberately imitated his own, Samael's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Without even thinking, he already knows what will be written inside.

That Holo!

Seeing that the teacher seemed to be gritting her teeth, Grey asked him nervously.

"Yes, is there something wrong, teacher?"

"Nothing wrong."

Samael snapped out of his daze, forced a subtle smile onto his face, blinked, and spoke in a teasing tone.

"Take this and go to 10 Downing Street. Not only will you have people to help you, but they might even recommend you to be queen and enjoy the treatment of a head of state."

"Teacher, you're joking again."

Hearing that familiar tone, Grey couldn't help but relax her tense nerves, and gently patted her chest in a soft reproach.

A joke? You'll know if it's a joke or not when you meet the person in question.

Samael looked at the bewildered Grey and couldn't help but twitch his lips, as if he could see a mother wolf squatting in the office, munching on an apple and watching the show.

Holona is one of the few people who know the truth about the mystery surrounding Grey.

Sending Grey here now is probably just to find some fun for her boring working life.

Incidentally, his older sister, who had been exploited to the point of exhaustion, probably also harbored a secret desire to indirectly retaliate against him for running away.

Therefore, it can be basically concluded that the content of the letter was meant to smear him.

At that time, as long as we can make contact with the Knights of the Round Table, with Artoria and Morgan there, Gray's safety is not a concern at all.

Even if an unexpected event were to occur beforehand, Samael's own contingency plans would be enough to ensure Gray's safety.

Safety is not an issue.

But to make such an epic joke on a rural girl who has just entered society, aren't you afraid of scaring her?

She's already a bit socially awkward, and you're still flirting with her!

You damned Holo, you bullied my apprentice and ruined my reputation! When I get back, I'll pluck all the hair off your tail!

Samael remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was sharpening his knives, plotting how to deal with his restless older sister in the future.

After secretly noting Holo's name on the note, Samael immediately straightened up and "kindly" reminded her.

"However, the Prime Minister's residence is not so easy to enter, especially for outsiders whose identities are unknown."

"What should I do?"

For a moment, Grey, a country girl who had just come from the Welsh countryside, was somewhat bewildered and at a loss.

Samael gently patted his young disciple's head, a tender smile spreading across his face.

“It’s alright. I’ve been in Lentinion for a while and I know someone in the government office. I can help introduce you.”

That heavenly voice instantly lifted the spirits of the naive country girl, as if she had found her pillar of support.

"That's great, thank you!"

With that, Grey decisively handed the wax-sealed letter to her trusted teacher.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Samael took the voucher, put it in his trench coat pocket, and his smile became even more friendly and radiant.

The good child, who had always been obedient to his teachers, was deeply moved, and a certain emotion that had been brewing in his heart was about to burst out.

"Teacher, I..."

However, the carriage, which should have been moving smoothly, suddenly lurched, and Gray, who had just stood up from her seat, fell straight into Samael's arms again before she could even say a word.

Oinking~~

His clumsy appearance was repeatedly presented to his teacher, and the young student let out a miserable cry, his flushed face even showing a hint of despair.

Even so, Grey struggled to get up, stammering as she tried to save face.

"Um, I, I'm not..."

"do not move……"

However, before the girl could stand up from her teacher's embrace, a soft murmur echoed in her ears, and an arm pressed down on her pink back.

Hearing that suddenly serious tone, Grey froze, a wave of fear washing over her.

Is the teacher angry?

No, I have to say those words no matter what!

Suddenly, despite her repeated setbacks, Grey steeled herself in this predicament, bit her cherry lips, mustered all her courage, and voiced her long-buried desire.

"Teacher, please don't leave. I... I want to continue learning by your side..."

Just as Grey finally overcame her psychological barrier and began to plead, the hand patting her pink back and the serious contemplation beside her ear brought her efforts to an abrupt end.

"Look around..."

At that moment, Gray sensed something unusual in those words and instinctively glanced to the side.

The train was still moving, and its speed was increasing.

But everything around is gradually distorting, and the windows ripple like waves, seemingly blurring the boundary between illusion and reality.

Gradually, amidst the shifting light and shadow, the handrails on both sides faded, the paint on the floor cracked and peeled off, and the fabric on the seats became rotten and old. A gust of cold air, mixed with rust and decay, blew through the vents into the carriage.

The indoor temperature began to drop inexplicably, and even the windows were covered with a layer of white fog and frost.

However, the passengers on the train were as if drunk, barely aware of the changes in their surroundings. They only vaguely felt the cold in their dreams, instinctively shrinking back, but none of them awoke to notice the anomaly.

Every passenger, and even the entire moving train, seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray mist, somewhere between reality and illusion.

"Enchantment?"

Grey's breath hitched, her pupils contracted slightly, and she murmured in a low voice.

Samael nodded slightly, his flickering vertical pupils gazing out the pitch-black window.

"It seems we've run into trouble."

In the dense darkness, something seemed about to burst forth.

In an instant, the gravedigger, who had been lying prone, seemed to sense something, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly stood up, blocking Samael's path.

"Teacher, watch out!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, a dull sound came, and a pale face suddenly emerged from the darkness, clinging to the car window like a giant gecko.

Under the flickering lights of the carriage, those inside could clearly see that his lower body seemed to have been severed by something and disappeared without a trace. Only blackened and rotten intestines and organs were hanging out of his shriveled abdominal cavity, like a dangling tail.

The nameless monster grinned, revealing a ferocious and maniacal smile. Its long tongue greedily licked the train window, staring intently at the sleeping passengers inside the carriage, as if appraising plates of delicious food.

In the deeper darkness, it seemed as if countless deformed monsters were howling and sharpening their claws.

One by one, mutilated ghosts, carrying both a yearning for life and cruelty, drifted closer and closer.

The scene before one's eyes felt as if they were trapped in hell; the eerie setting created an indescribable atmosphere of terror, producing an unparalleled psychological impact.

Grey, who was standing in front of the car window, was trembling.

Although she's a gravedigger who deals with the dead, unfortunately, she's afraid of ghosts...

Food! Soul! Delicious!

An excited commotion arose from the darkness, that

The humanoid gecko that had first stuck to the car window began to squeeze inch by inch into the carriage, eagerly reaching out its withered claws toward the nearest target.

A chilling aura of the undead swept over her, but Gray still suppressed her physical fear, grabbed the black pet snake on her shoulder, and with a flick of her wrist, conjured a huge runic scythe in her hand, standing firmly in front of Samael.

"Teacher, please stand behind me. I will definitely protect your safety."

Her voice trembled slightly, yet her petite figure was as resilient as a cedar tree.

Incidentally, her teacher previously taught academic subjects and was a theoretical expert who was not a combatant and had never actually fought.

Samael, whose primary target was the evil spirit, glanced at his respectful young disciple and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he glanced at the dark mass of deformed spiritual entities floating erratically outside the window and at the King's Cross ticket stub in his hand, and couldn't help but roll his eyes and mutter to himself.

Platform 9¾, a node connecting reality and mystery...

So, does this mean we encountered the real deal?

Chapter Twelve: Is This Also a Form of NTR? (4.4k)

“Gray…Rave…”

Seeing the evil spirit in the darkness about to break through the window, Gray closed her eyes and chanted an ancient incantation, her voice trembling slightly, but the hand gripping the black scythe swung out resolutely.

laugh!

With a slight tearing sound, the monster, which had half its body sticking out, was instantly sliced ​​in half by a sharp blade.