Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

After all, only an incarnation of another god could pose a threat to Gaia, thus awakening her from her slumber at the bottom of Lake Avalon.

Samael, to bring together the entire pantheon of Britain.

A subtle silence fell over the room. Artoria looked up at the man before her and smiled calmly.

"The gods are long gone, teacher..."

Upon hearing that familiar address, Samael's slightly tense expression melted away, revealing a knowing smile.

It seems that even knowing a certain answer doesn't necessarily mean that many things will change.

However, just as Samael was feeling smug about his keen insight, Artoria's smile vanished, and she looked intently into a certain direction, her eyes turning cold.

"Now that you've finished asking, I'd also like to ask, when did you and she have a child?"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Grey, who was sitting on a bench sipping her hot cocoa, and Morgan, who was behind his desk drinking coffee, both spat out their drinks.

Chapter Twenty-Two: The closer your hand is to the halberd handle, the further your adoptive father is from you. (4.2k)

Seeing that he had been unfairly blamed again, Samael tried to clarify the situation with a dark expression.

"What are you thinking! Grey is only sixteen years old. She was born in Brackmore Village. Her mother is still alive. If you don't believe me, ask Sister Wang!"

As he spoke, the ancient snake looked at Morgan, signaling the instigator to come forward and confess the details.

“That’s right, Grey is not my daughter with Samael.”

The Prime Minister, behind his desk, elegantly wiped the coffee residue from the corner of his mouth, nodded slightly in confirmation, then looked at the three people present with a detached gaze, picked up his black coffee, and added.

"Strictly speaking, she is the product of the three of us."

"puff!"

"puff!"

Now it was Samael and Artoria's turn to simultaneously spit out their tea and coffee.

"Our common..."

"……crystallization?"

The two parties looked at each other, murmuring the keywords that contained a huge amount of information, and couldn't help but stare at each other in bewilderment.

As for Grey, the poor child's brain had completely crashed due to the overwhelming amount of information crammed into it.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

The girl's eyes were empty and blank as she fell into deep self-doubt, pondering a series of philosophical questions about life.

Similarly, Samael racked his brains for a long time, but he was also completely bewildered.

Threesome?

How come he doesn't remember ever doing such exciting things with Artoria and Morgan?

Theoretically, even if it really existed, one shouldn't be able to forget it.

Wait, it seems there really was one time.

Samael glanced instinctively at a pointed-eared humanoid sculpture serving as a candlestick in the corner, his heart pounding.

In her dream, Merry transformed into the forms of Morgan and Artoria in a dream world.

But I've never heard of a dream demon being so powerful as to make the dream object pregnant in a dream, and I clearly didn't fall for it back then...

Could it really have such an effect?

The more Samael thought about it, the less confident he became.

There was nothing he could do; he had done too many bad things, and even he wasn't sure if he should take the blame.

In contrast, the simple-minded Artoria was much more determined.

“I haven’t done it, and I don’t have any children.”

“Children aren’t only those born into your family; you seem to have forgotten Mordred.”

Morgan, behind his desk, spoke casually, then paused, glanced at someone, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

“Back then, I tried to combine my bloodline with yours to create Mordred, but that child had serious defects and would age rapidly, so it was not perfect. Therefore, in order to avoid a similar situation in the new creation, I tried to add a new genetic factor to harmonize it.”

"I?"

Samael pointed to himself instinctively, looking bewildered.

"if not?

Morgan countered with a question, then slowly sipped his coffee and offered a compliment.

"This is what inspired me: a potion created using your blood as its base, which can cure Mordred's physical defects and will surely allow my life force to fuse better with Artoria's."

After a moment, the witch's gaze swept over Gray, who had her own long silver hair, Artoria's face, and the added dragon factor, and she nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, it seems your blood is quite effective. Even after a thousand years, the atavism remains stable."

Nonsense. Whether as an ancient serpent or a lamb, the greatest characteristic of my blood is healing and life. How could it not be effective?

Samael detected a clear sense of mockery in Morgan's words, and while he inwardly scoffed, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Although he already knew that Morgan had left a vessel for Artoria's reincarnation in the village of Blackmore, he really didn't expect that it was actually the result of the three of them working together...

No wonder I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when I first saw Grey.

What's this called again? Grandparental affection?

At this moment, Artoria also realized what was happening.

"So, she's considered to be of our common bloodline?"

"Theoretically, that's correct. Strictly speaking, she should call us 'Ancestor'..."

Morgan set down his coffee cup with a contented air and nodded with a sarcastic smile.

Instantly, Samael's mind flashed back to the image of Grey chasing after him, calling him "ancestor," and he quickly shook his head.

He shook his head, dispelling the rather incongruous scene, and glared at the witch who was causing trouble.

"Forget it, according to this logic, shouldn't all the Celts call Artoria 'Mother' (Danu, the Mother of the Gods)? And to be even more general, shouldn't most of the world's population call me 'Father'?"

Morgan remained noncommittal, then ordered another cup of black coffee and sipped it casually.

"That's your question; I'm just answering the previous one."

It was intentional! This woman definitely did it on purpose!

Samael, recalling his previous deliberate misleading remarks and hearing the obvious pleasure in the tone, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Sure enough, no matter how solemn and serious she appears, a witch is still a witch at heart. Not only does she hold grudges, but even after a thousand years, she still doesn't forget to take a small revenge.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, just call me teacher. Consider this trip as making a new kinship at Buckingham Palace. You can come to London to visit often when you have time."

After figuring out what had happened, Samael went up and patted Grey's head to comfort her. Then he summoned Boudica and temporarily entrusted the still somewhat dazed and pitiful child to the care of the red-haired secretary.

"Boudica, help Grey settle down first, let her calm down, look how frightened the child is."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

Boudica nodded with a smile, took the bewildered Grey's hand, and walked towards the door.

However, just before leaving, the red-haired secretary seemed to remember something, turned his head to look into the office, curled the corners of his lips, and spoke leisurely.

"Oh, by the way, you have a daughter waiting outside..."

Daughter? Who! Who's come knocking on the door again?

Adopted daughter Athena? Goddaughter Kallen? Or those divine children of Misaki City? Or perhaps the others she has raised herself?

For a moment, Usamael was bewildered, but then his gaze fell upon the red-haired queen's mocking expression and Boudica's fleeting look of pity, and he immediately realized what was happening. A chill ran down his spine, and he felt as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.

Boudica, you did this on purpose, didn't you?

Why do we all learn from them?

"daughter?"

"another?"

At that moment, the door closed, the temperature in the office plummeted, and the Queen and the Prime Minister, standing on opposite sides, both sneered, their gazes sharp and menacing.

Samael felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, stiffly turning around with beads of cold sweat on his forehead.

"Well, I can actually explain..."

Before he could even speak, Samael covered his head and dodged a barrage of flying pens, ink bottles, and teacups before running out of the office in a disheveled state.

Seeing the snake flee in disarray, Morgan's initial satisfaction at his successful revenge vanished, his face darkened slightly, and he clenched his teeth.

"He has a daughter?"

"It seems there's more than one..."

Artoria, recalling someone's hesitation earlier, added quietly.

Scum!

Big asshole!

The two sisters each took a breath, looked at each other, and clenched their fists in a shared sense of righteous indignation.

In the darkness, golden and blue eyes gleamed eerily.

Meanwhile, in meeting room number 3.

"why you?"

Samael stared in astonishment at the "daughter" who had come to his door.

In the corner, a 12-year-old girl with silver hair and amber eyes, barely reaching the height of a chair, saw the person enter. She pursed her cherry lips, clenched her small fists, and her eyes were filled with tears. As if enduring great humiliation, she cried out that name with grief and resentment.

"dad……"

At that moment, when Samael heard the term "adoptive father," he glanced at Olga Marie's bitter and resentful little face, and his heart skipped a beat, sweat beading on his forehead. It was as if he vaguely saw a "Lu Bu" growing up.

After all, the look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them is impossible to hide.

To avoid being sacrificed without knowing why, Samael quickly stopped the birth of a "father's enemy".

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't shout like that. Maris Billy is still alive and kicking, isn't he? When did I become your dad?"

Upon hearing this, Olga Marie's eyes reddened, her little fists clenched tighter, and her voice was filled with barely suppressed sobs.

"My dad sent me. He doesn't want me anymore and said you'll be my guardian from now on..."

As she spoke, little Mary rubbed her swollen eyes, stubbornly wiping away the tears that welled up, and pulled a crumpled parchment from her pocket, throwing it at the opposite side in a fit of rage.

"According to the agreement in Fuyuki City, this is a mandatory contract. I've already signed it. Once you've signed it, I'll do whatever you say from now on. Are you satisfied now?"

Holy crap, does it have to be this extreme?!

I told her that although she no longer pursued the matter of being seen naked in the shopping mall, she still looked like she wanted to stab me to death.

Samael stared at the black-and-white contract in his arms, his face twitching.

As is widely known, a magician should live for only one purpose: to seek the "roots," and the Animusfia family is no exception.

As the head of the family and a pure magician, Marisbury abandoned his daughter in order to complete Chaldea's operations, choosing to make a deal with that demon in Fuyuki City.

Therefore, Olga Marie rarely saw her father throughout the year and could not speak to him at all. Even as the nominal successor to the family head, she was nothing more than a dispensable mascot.

But please, I only asked you to help keep your girlfriend calm.

Son, I didn't tell you to just sell her to me as a package deal!

Moreover, even in the PY transactions in Fuyuki City, it wasn't mentioned that your daughter had to come and serve me. It was only said that the child would need to be conscripted when necessary, right?

Old Ma, is this how you act as a father?

My dear! Blood is thicker than water!

You sold yourself out so thoroughly, you deserve to get stabbed in the back later...

Faced with Marisbury's outrageous actions, Samael was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly curse in his heart, looking at the unfortunate child in front of him with pity for his bad father.

However, the genuine pity shown by the other person deeply wounded Olga Marie's fragile and stubborn pride.