Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Based on past experience, she now highly doubts this guy's true intentions.

"Using a tangible container to contain the intangible is a very safe method. I have tested it more than once, so you can rest assured."

After Samael hastily dressed the newborn goddess, he turned around and made a solemn promise, showing no fear of the suspicious scrutiny of the women.

As he said, conceptual existences such as dreams, death, and pity are difficult to completely erase. The best way to make them controllable is to create a tangible container, forming a sealing object similar to a Jinchūriki.

This was the conclusion he reached after testing Meryl and Goetia in turn.

Similarly, with his flesh-and-blood form, the concept of death is not only confined to the vessel of life, but also has enough space to further absorb the death energy escaping from beneath Britain, purifying the environment of this battlefield—a win-win situation.

"Theoretically, it should be correct..."

The impartial female judge thought for a moment, nodded slightly, and gave an affirmative answer.

With Themis's guarantee, the women who had been doubting her finally abandoned their suspicions and temporarily accepted the explanation.

Samael breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed the menacing gazes shift away from him, then straightened his expression.

"With such a commotion at Carnac Mall, Her Majesty the Queen and the patrolling Knights of the Righteousness should have already received the news and are probably on their way back. Just to be on the safe side, I'll leave this matter to you to handle. Grey and I will go ahead to Buckingham Palace to quell the situation."

"Wait, what does this have to do with you? You're not trying to run away again, are you?"

Aozaki Aoko responded with a cold snort, her eyes full of suspicion.

"I'm innocent! I was commissioned by the British government to cooperate with the gravediggers of the Dark Council in investigating the Black Dog attack. Who knew I'd run into you?"

"You..." Samael protested, looking frustrated, "Don't believe me? Ask Grey!"

Just before exiting, Grey, who was in a daze, heard her name called, snapped out of her reverie, and nodded subconsciously.

"That's right, my teacher and I are on our way to Buckingham Palace to meet Her Majesty the Queen."

Themis glanced at Gray and nodded slightly to her group of companions behind her.

No lie.

Upon reaching this conclusion, the women hesitated for a moment.

"That's all for now. We need to quell the chaos over there as soon as possible. We're leaving now!"

Samael, prioritizing the greater good, picked up the unconscious King of the Wild Hunt, took Gray with him, and prepared to leave the hall.

Faced with this seemingly legitimate reason, the women instinctively moved away.

really!

With the exit within reach, Samael was overjoyed and wished he could hug the head of the black-skinned boy in his arms and kiss him a few times.

It must be said that although these women each have their own personality and temper, they are never ambiguous when it comes to serious matters. A certain cunning snake took advantage of this and found a way out from the fierce battleground of pursuit and interception.

"Wait, you can't leave! What about me?"

However, just as Samael was about to swagger away and escape, Olga Marie, unable to contain herself, jumped out, spread her arms to block the entrance of the cave, and glared angrily at a criminal who had fled in fear of punishment.

In an instant, the women, who had been overwhelmed by the notion of "righteousness," had their eyes light up and their minds began to work.

Aozaki Aoko, who was involved in the incident, immediately stepped forward, appearing to be upholding justice for Olga Marie.

"That's right, you should at least give an explanation for spying on that young girl, shouldn't you?"

In an instant, the women transformed into champions of justice, taking their positions and once again blocking the perpetrator's escape route.

Seeing that the group of women he had just fooled were starting to get restless, Samael glared at Olga Marie, his teeth itching with anger.

If he had known it would end like this, he should have just thrown the girl to the black dog to eat.

However, Samael quickly calmed down and impatiently reached out his hand towards Olga Marie, who was blocking his way.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Olga Marie, who had a psychological trauma, was immediately terrified. She instinctively hugged her small chest and backed away.

Seeing this, Samael rolled his eyes in anger.

"Give me the phone!"

"what?"

"Didn't you want an explanation? Maris Billy's number should be stored there, right? I'll call your guardian!"

Looking at the bewildered little girl, Samael gritted his teeth and snorted coldly. Without any politeness, he stepped forward and pulled a small pink cell phone from Olga Marie's pocket. Then, he found the phone book and dialed the number at the top.

After a few dial tones, the call connected. The perpetrator, who had been filled with bitterness and resentment, couldn't help but smile upon hearing that familiar voice.

"Hey, Lao Ma, I ran into your daughter and there's been a bit of a misunderstanding. Can you explain things to me?"

As they watched the perpetrator holding the phone and speaking to the person on the other end in a very familiar tone, Olga Marie, Hinako Akuta, Aoko Aozaki, Lydia, and the others couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Could it be that they know each other?

"Hey, your dad wants you to answer the phone."

Just as everyone was looking on in astonishment, Samael smiled and handed the phone back to Olga Marie.

When Olga Marie put the phone to her ear with some skepticism, a familiar yet cool male voice immediately came through.

That was his father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, as he had been engrossed in the magic workshop.

After a while, as a series of beeping sounds echoed, Olga Marie put down her phone in a daze and looked at Samael in disbelief.

Samael's eyes were filled with mockery as he shrugged.

"So, everything's alright now?"

"Um……"

Olga Marie snapped out of her daze, nodded in humiliation, and made way, her little face filled with sorrow.

After successfully forcing the plaintiff to back down, Samael glanced at the figures blocking his path, grinned, and looked over them one by one.

"Old Jie, you don't want the Legal Affairs Department to find out about what happened to you, do you?"

Hinako Akuta trembled and instinctively retreated.

Given Maris Billy's connection, it's obvious to anyone with a brain that this guy is probably having an affair with those hyenas in the Law and Politics Department.

"Ereshkigal, Rin, and Sakura, I haven't seen Tokiomi in a while. How about I call him and invite him for tea?"

The three daughters of the Tohsaka family recalled Tokiomi Tohsaka's old face, their expressions changed slightly, and they instinctively moved away.

"Ayaka, your dad seems to be at the Clock Tower too. How about we grab a bite to eat sometime?"

Ayaka Sajou turned her back and silently retreated.

"Qingzi, should I tell your sister what you said before, or let your parents know you're safe? They miss you a lot."

Aozaki Aoko's cheek twitched, and she involuntarily moved away.

"As for Luvia in the end, she's actually with my sister..."

"I apologize, everyone. This is an Edfeldt family property. We need to stay and clean up the mess and appease the customers."

The goddess of justice, using the pseudonym Astraea, immediately smiled and pulled her curious sister back to the sidelines.

Looking at the road ahead, now clear and unobstructed, Samael, who had successfully thwarted the encirclement, nodded in satisfaction, then raised the corners of his lips and spoke meaningfully.

"I plan to stay in London for a while longer. Once I've finished this matter, you can come..."

Buckingham Palace is looking for me. It's a rare opportunity to meet, so we can catch up privately..."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Gu She seemed to emphasize the words "we" and "in private".

Immediately, the women nodded in understanding, and a glimmer of light appeared in their previously unwilling eyes.

It's definitely better to enjoy it privately than to hand it over to the public.

The women quickly reached an understanding and willingly made way, even taking outsiders like Lydelle, Lani, and Reines along for a ride.

Phew, they're all finally gone.

Seeing that the group of tigresses were held back by his empty promises, Samael breathed a sigh of relief, immediately grabbed Gray, rushed out of the open barrier, and then disappeared into the shadows, slipping towards Buckingham Palace.

Half an hour later, in the Prime Minister's office.

Samael, who came to hand in his mission, omitted the part about playing hide-and-seek with a group of women and gave a brief account of his experience.

"Well, this is probably the root of the British undead uprising."

"Well, I see."

Artoria, standing by the French windows, turned around, looked at the unconscious King of the Wild Hunt on the sofa, nodded slightly, her expression remaining completely calm.

Samael casually took the black tea Boudica offered, took a sip to moisten his slightly dry throat, and looked at the two highly similar faces before speaking with amusement.

"You don't seem surprised by this answer?"

"Should I be surprised?"

Artoria's gaze swept over the face that was so similar to her own, and she asked indifferently.

"That's right, everything is as expected."

Samael nodded in agreement, then changed the subject and pondered for a moment.

"But now, what should I call you? Holy Lance Goddess Rungomminiad? Lion King Artoria? Or perhaps..."

The ancient snake paused briefly, lowered its voice, and spoke with a profound meaning.

"...Danu, the mother of the Celtic gods?"

The goddess Danu, the oldest Celtic goddess, the mother of all the gods.

Her divinity encompasses the wind, the earth, and the lakes; she is the ruler of abundance and life.

Does this sound familiar?

These symbols can always be found in a corresponding person.

For example, the Wind King's Barrier... the Lake Fairy...

The embodiment of the will of the land of Britain... the eternal king of the Celts...

In addition, the goddess Danu has a dual nature: one is a warlike and nurturing mother goddess, and the other is a scheming and wicked witch.

What connection can we make here?

A pair of sisters who divide power and are locked in a love-hate relationship.

If the above clues are insufficient as evidence...

Therefore, the legend of Bedivere returning the Holy Sword in another time and space is the most powerful metaphor.

Unable to bear the thought of King Arthur's death, the loyal guard hesitated for the third time to return the sword to the Lake Spirit. When he returned to the grove, the king he served was nowhere to be found.

—Because the Holy Sword was not returned, King Arthur could not even ask for death, let alone complete his pilgrimage of life.

To atone for his sins, Bedivere, with his one arm, carried the holy sword that granted him immortality and lived as a human for a thousand long years. He eventually found Artoria, who had become the Lion King, and returned the holy sword, which had been forged into his arm, to his sovereign.

And that arm, the shining silver arm, Agateram.

Legend has it that this object was originally a prosthetic arm of the gods. In Celtic mythology, it was a divine weapon created by Dean Keshit, the god of medicine, metallurgy, and craftsmanship, to replace the right arm that Danan, the god of war, had lost in battle.

This artifact, created for Bedivere's lost right arm, is indeed not Nuada's Silver Arm. Rather, it is a temporary Noble Phantasm that hints at its existence by giving it the same name as the one in mythology.

Its true nature is the Holy Sword that could not be returned.

But conversely, the overlap and interplay between mythology and reality are what allow Bedivere and the Holy Sword to fulfill their mission that has lasted for millennia.

If we examine each case individually, if Bedivere has fabricated himself as Nuada, the leader of the Danu gods, then who in the entire Celtic pantheon is qualified to receive Nuada's worship and offerings?

The answer is obvious: Danu, the mother of the Celtic gods.

That is probably why Bedivere's return of the holy sword was successful;

This is probably why the horned god Cornunos showed such respect to Artoria, the mortal ruler;

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that she is qualified to wield the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, bearing the burden of the continuation of the British Age of Gods upon herself, and forcibly retaining the fading mystery...

Previously, the ancient serpent hadn't really suspected anything.

But it wasn't until he saw the true face of Morrigan, the goddess of death, beneath the Karnak Mall that he gradually pieced together the existing clues, forming his current conjecture.

Because, in Celtic mythology, gods are reborn.

Stories about the goddess Danu are scarce, and it is highly likely that the legendary mother of the Celtic gods is constantly undergoing new cycles of reincarnation.

Whether it's Morrigan, the goddess of death; Morgana, the lake nymph; or Artoria, the eternal queen, as the origin of Celtic civilization, all three are probably part of that ancestral god.