Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael turned his head stiffly, forcing a distorted, fake smile onto his face.

"I need to pee, I need to go to the toilet..."

There is a restroom inside.

Artoria pointed to a corner cubicle and spoke softly.

Samael silently let go of her hand and, under the watchful eyes of the two sisters, walked into the bathroom behind the partition.

Upon entering, he glanced at the skylight and ventilation ducts above, his eyes darting around.

It seems like it's not impossible.

However, the next moment, a figure pushed open the door and entered, his deep gaze falling on him.

"Sister Wang, I need to use the restroom..."

The plan failed again, and Samael turned back in despair.

"It's okay, you go ahead and do your thing, I don't mind."

Morgan leaned against the corner of the wall and spoke calmly, showing no embarrassment whatsoever as an onlooker.

Seeing that escape was completely hopeless, Samael had no choice but to go with the flow, completely abandon any thoughts of escape, and obediently stay in the bathroom for the required amount of time before returning to the main hall under Morgan's supervision and escort.

Before even entering the door, the sounds of lively conversation and laughter reached my ears.

Samael glanced around and immediately spotted a group of familiar debt collectors.

Clearly, while he was burying his head in the sand in the bathroom, the group of women had already arrived.

Right now, they are sitting at a round table, enjoying tea and pastries together.

This was originally intended to entertain Noknare, but the Irish queen who tried to poach her was just thrown out by Artoria.

Judging from the scene, the new group of guests got along well with Artoria.

Thank goodness, a fight didn't break out. Thank God.

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his stiff facial muscles, and forced a gentle smile before stepping into the main hall.

However, as soon as he entered the room, the cheerful atmosphere suddenly froze, the laughter stopped abruptly, and pairs of eyes turned to him, their eerie gazes almost roasting him alive.

Samael's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his smile froze.

Good morning, everyone...

"..."

Everyone glanced at the setting sun outside the window, then at the person standing in front of them, and remained silent.

"The government has taken over the mall's problems, so it shouldn't be my concern anymore. Why don't you two talk first?"

Samael smiled broadly and tentatively began to speak.

The women remained silent. Themis smiled, Luvia removed her necklace, Rin Tohsaka took out a gem, Ereshkigal closed her laptop, Kama strummed her bow, Aoko clenched her fist, Ayaka Sajō took out her phone, and Artoria drew her holy sword…

Meanwhile, Morgan, standing behind him, gracefully raised his wand...

"It won't work? It doesn't look like it will..."

Samael asked and answered himself, his momentum quickly waning. He helplessly raised his hands, as if he had recognized the situation and given up resistance.

However, in the instant the women relaxed their guard, the cunning snake suddenly darted out and leaped towards the broken French window.

"catch him!"

"Go together!"

Instantly, the women were filled with righteous indignation and unanimously unleashed their ultimate moves.

Starry Sky Court!

The Primordial Universe!

The Fifth Law!

Endless protection!

The Sixth Desire Realm!

……

In an instant, Samael's limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and a familiar feeling of stiffness welled up in his heart.

His legs, hands, head, waist, abdomen, and other body parts were instantly pinned down by the women who pounced on him, and he was pressed firmly to the ground.

Looking at the faces filled with sneers, anger, mockery, and ill intent, Samael felt like crying but had no tears.

Come again...

The female judge turned the scales on her bracelet and looked down at the person who was unable to move on the floor.

"Prisoner, do you have anything else to say?"

"The destruction of the Karnak shopping mall has nothing to do with me!"

"That's not it."

"Going into the fitting room was an accident!"

"That's not the case either."

Under the watchful eyes of the women, Samael gave up resisting, sighed helplessly, and looked up at the beautiful faces etched in his memory, his gaze filled with tender affection.

"Alright, I confess, I miss you all very much, but I have reasons that force me to leave. If I have one last thing to say before the trial, it is—I..."

The whispers echoing in their ears made the women's hearts flutter involuntarily, and they unconsciously loosened their grip and listened intently.

They have long transcended humanity, and naturally would not use human morality and concepts to bind an ancient god.

What they wanted was not an apology, but a promise.

But they had waited a long time for those words...

"I--"

"boom!"

Just as Samael was about to utter the crucial words, half a figure suddenly appeared at the window, gripping the wall with both hands, and leaped up, passing through the hole Queen Maeve had previously smashed, and into the sunset, as skillfully as a nimble feline.

"Huh? Partners? Father and Mother? You're all here? What are you doing? It's so lively."

Mordred, who had sneaked in, was startled to see a large group of people in the office. He quickly realized what was happening and a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"Oh, I see, it's that kind of game!"

"Ahem, you can go out first. We have some personal matters to attend to."

Seeing that his daughter had caught him red-handed, Morgan felt a little awkward. He coughed and waved his hand, trying to get rid of the brat as soon as possible so he could continue his public trial.

"Don't worry, don't worry! I won't fight you and Father for the office tonight! By the way, is it comfortable to sleep on such a hard floor?"

Mordred, seemingly understanding perfectly, patted Morgan and Artoria on the shoulders with a hearty and radiant smile. Then, she changed the subject, put her hands on her hips, and announced triumphantly.

"Anyway, I already tried it on Father's bed last night, and I'm number one!"

last night……

I've tried it...

'Father's' bed...

So, the reason for this nighttime intrusion into the Prime Minister's office was...

Morgan and Artoria looked at each other with sinister eyes, their clenched teeth grinding together.

creak...

A dull, trembling sound echoed through the room.

Samael looked down at his two arms that were about to be torn off, avoiding the murderous gazes of Morgan and Artoria, and turned to look at Mordred, who was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Mo Zai, thank you so much!"

His earnest voice, each word squeezed out from between his teeth, carried a hint of gritted teeth.

"Oh, you're welcome! Just tell them to use it up quickly, and remember to return it to me later!"

Mordred, with her carefree spirit, grinned, revealing a row of eight neat white teeth, her expression bright and innocent.

Click!

With a crisp cracking sound, Samael looked at his deformed arms, tears welling up in his eyes.

This time, it's really broken...

The primary victim, Artoria, drew her sword, her gaze chillingly cold.

"Do you have any last words?"

"If I said I was forced, would you believe me...?"

Samael made a solemn promise, looking innocently at the victim in the case, as well as the jurors and judges around him.

Morgan glanced at it and shook his head expressionlessly.

"It's hopeless, let's break up."

"He is immortal; if severed, he can regenerate."

Artoria looked at the holy sword in her hand, then at the person on the ground, seemingly troubled.

"Then let's not let him have any more children."

The judge smiled and offered a solution.

"Regeneration is because an immortal body automatically awakens its ability to repair itself when it is damaged. What if we just cut it open and keep the body intact?"

"You mean..."

"Insert metal that blocks the transmission of magic at the cut ends of the limbs, and store the parts separately, but not too far apart, so that they are both a whole and an individual."

"It's like taking a radio apart, putting all the gears and parts in a drawer for safekeeping, and then putting it back together when needed?"

Rin Tohsaka suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

"Great idea! Let's see where he can run now!"

Aozaki Aoko couldn't help but applaud this ingenious solution, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Senior, from now on you'll stay obediently by our side."

Sakura Tohsaka's face flushed slightly, her gaze filled with eager anticipation.

The only one who still retained some humanity, Ayaka Sajou, felt a pang of pity.

"Wouldn't that be too cruel?"

"Don't worry, it's not like he hasn't been cut before! Even if he were chopped into mincemeat, he'd still be alive and kicking. I've even heard of people using his hands directly as weapons."

Aozaki Aoko patted Ayaka's shoulder casually, making a confident promise.

As the forces in Misaki City became more integrated, Samael's past experiences had long since become gossip among the employees.

"Okay, then it's decided!"

Ai Lei made the final decision and then spoke somewhat impatiently.

"I want your head!"

Give me one of your hands!

Rin Tohsaka followed closely behind, sneering as she began to rub her hands together in anticipation.

"So the lower half is mine?"

Sakura Tohsaka licked her cherry lips, a flame igniting in her eyes.

"I want a hand too."

Just moments ago, Ayaka Sajou had been vehemently calling it "cruel," but seeing that the crucial parts were about to be completely separated, she quickly raised her hand, then shrank back and whispered an additional comment.

"My sister said she wanted to keep him, so I'm keeping it for her."

Holy crap, does this have to be this insane?

Samael felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the group of women chattering about how to divide him up.