Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, Morgan, as the host, spoke in a cold voice and with an unhappy expression.

"Wait, since we are the hosts and you are the guests, shouldn't we be the ones to choose first?"

"Why should we? We were there first!"

Rin Tohsaka rolled her eyes and retorted irritably.

"Since you've already received it, now it's our turn."

Taking advantage of the situation, her arch-nemesis Luvia stepped in to sabotage him, twirling a strand of curly hair between her fingers as she smiled at someone.

“Perfect timing. I have many questions to ask Lord Samael, so I’ll take his head.”

"In this territory, do hyenas also want to take away the lion's prey?"

Artoria's gaze was deep and unfathomable, revealing her authority as queen.

Seeing that the group of crazy women seemed to be on the verge of conflict, Samael, who wanted to take advantage of the situation, looked on with anticipation and encouragement.

Yes, yes, that's it!

Fight!Fight!

However, it is counterproductive.

Just as the temporary alliance was about to fall apart due to the unequal distribution of benefits, a female judge representing fairness and justice stepped forward and offered a kind reminder.

"Why not divide the items into equal parts based on the number of people, assign them numbers, draw lots to determine who gets them in the first round, and then rotate them every week or every ten days or half a month? That way, everyone would have a chance to get the part they want."

Yup!

In an instant, the women realized what was happening, and their brows relaxed in unison.

In any case, to avoid regeneration, body parts cannot be taken too far.

Instead of fighting to the death here, why not each take a portion and exchange them at fixed times? That way, no one will lose out.

Or, why not just find some time to have a meal together and pool everyone's resources?

So from then on, we were all in the same boat.

Having figured out the key point, the women looked at each other, the hostility in their eyes gradually disappearing, as if they had reached a tacit understanding of mutual appreciation. Then they all turned their heads to look at a snake on the floor.

Holy shit!

Fairness isn't something you can use like that! This is blatant persecution!

No, wife? Darling? Sweetie?

The defendant looked pitifully at the goddess of justice walking towards him, hoping to use his sincerity to influence the judge's discretion.

Themis responded with a sweet smile, and then—

He slowly drew the sword of justice.

"To be fair, I'll handle the division."

Samael stared at the gleaming blade and nearly fainted from happiness.

Perhaps this is because the deeper the love, the more ruthless the actions.

Given the authority Themis had established through her successive decisions, everyone nodded in approval of the resolution, making way for the power of execution to be given to this just and righteous goddess.

The women gathered around looked like she-wolves waiting to be fed.

"Everyone who sees this gets a share! Count me in, count me in!"

At this moment, Mordred, who was about to leave, understood the meaning and excitedly turned around and rushed over, grabbing one of Samael's feet and quickly betraying him.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Themis lifted the defendant's dog head, gracefully revealed the blade, and gently comforted him.

"Don't worry, I'll be quick, just bear with it..."

The sword of justice has fallen; a fair trial is about to be carried out.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Why didn't you call me when you were having sex?

"Tolerate?"

Just as the source of evil was about to be sliced ​​apart, a low, mocking laugh echoed in the women's ears.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, a chilling aura erupted from beneath the goddesses, stirring up a violent ethereal turbulence. The group of she-wolves preparing to feast were instantly thrown into the air and scattered in all directions.

Samael stood up from the floor, stretching his stiff limbs. Looking at the bruises on his body, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and a sinister sneer flashed in his eyes.

"I've put up with you for far too long!"

not good!

Realizing that their prey was getting serious, the goddesses who had conspired together changed their expressions slightly and instinctively rushed forward, preparing to take down Samael again and calm this beast that had been released from its cage back down.

"Snapped!"

However, as the crisp snap of fingers echoed, the entire Prime Minister's office seemed to freeze in time.

Time, space, taste, smell, touch, perception... all the markers of existence have vanished.

Do not,

To be precise,

It should be stripped away!

The mages, goddesses, and magicians, still in their forward-leaning posture, stiffly rolled their eyes. Through this only window connecting them to the outside world, they were startled to see two fragmented clay tablets floating in front of Samael, pieced together, their surfaces covered with writhing and shifting symbols that encompassed everything.

Sometimes it was cuneiform runes, sometimes Hebrew, sometimes Greek, sometimes runes...

The Old and New Covenants! The Complete Tablets of Destiny!

And what is engraved on it is, of course, the complete oath of the gods—

With the power of the planet, one person ascends to godhood, thus creating a new paradise.

Samael's mocking gaze swept over the group of frozen goddesses, mages, and magicians, finally settling with satisfaction on the two Destiny Tablets in front of him.

Since the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, when he obtained the Old Testament from Pandora, he still possessed the complete Destiny Tablet, and this was the first time he had used it.

It looks like it's working quite well.

After all, the new world is built on this foundation, and these two clay tablets are the promises that the gods of the nine realms once offered to him.

"You bunch of crazy women, you actually want to break up with me? And you're even planning some kind of imprisonment and isolation play?"

Samael gritted his teeth as he muttered about the crimes of these madwomen, then a malicious smile appeared on his face.

"Heh, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Fingertips moved forward, sketching freely on the clay slab. Obscure rhythms rippled outwards, and under the sweeping holy words, the coverings on the goddesses, magicians, and sorcerers shattered.

The women who had conspired with him felt a chill run down their spines as he swept over them with that eerie gaze. A sense of dread washed over them, and panic even overshadowed their shame.

But as the new laws were completed on the Destiny Tablet, the sense of stagnation in space disappeared, but the body became a cage, and the soul was trapped in this cage, unable to resist or move even an inch.

Samael finished the last stroke on the Destiny Tablet and gave a sinister laugh.

"You want it? I'll grant your wish right now!"

Stab it!

In an instant, the sound of tearing cloth rang out, and the demon, having shed his disguise, grinned and grabbed Themis, the one who made his teeth itch the most. He pressed the unjust goddess of justice against the desk, began to judge and lash her, and gave her a re-examination of the laws.

Themis should have been completely unfazed by this level of tutoring.

However, under the divine law's modification of the laws, the goddess of justice, whose heart was as firm as a rock, gradually became more sensitive to sound, temperature, and humidity. Her sense of touch and smell were amplified a thousandfold, her concepts of time and space gradually blurred, and her consciousness was as if immersed in a dark sea.

Whether it was a fleeting moment or millennia, the body, its senses distorted, writhed violently, and the soul, corrupted by loneliness and darkness, desperately craved any projection or contact from the outside world…

Under the unequal and devastating attack, the resilient goddess of justice lost her mind after only three hours, collapsing in a corner and suffering a complete defeat.

Next!

The demon who was punishing souls grinned savagely and grabbed Morgan, the witch who was second in line, without any hesitation. Then, after thinking for a moment, he used his other hand to drag Artoria, who was right behind him, and placed the two sisters together in front of the French windows.

On the street, pedestrians came and went; as far as the eye could see, they were either British commoners or patrolling knights.

The interconnected air currents passed through the barrier, creating a howling cold wind that rushed into the broken windows, swirling up the confidential documents scattered all over the floor of the Prime Minister's office.

The demon king of hell stands at the heart of the empire's power, cruelly and resolutely judging their queen and prime minister right under the noses of his subjects, desecrating the very symbol of the nation.

In short, it was awesome!

Unfortunately, under the influence of the Heavenly Tablet, the two sisters, who were experiencing the attack for the first time, were even more vulnerable. Together, they only lasted for two hours before being completely knocked unconscious.

That's so lame...

They were playing at home, shouting louder than anyone else, and this is the result?

At least three hours should be added, right?

Samael was not satisfied, so in an attempt to save face for the empire, he turned and gave a sinister look to the culprit who had denounced him.

Then, the rebellious knight, who had been delusional enough to inherit everything from his father, was able to inherit the remaining time of his parents' lives, and was only allowed to faint happily at the very last moment.

Next! Continue!

The demon, loyal to his duty, abandoned the British trio who had already been executed and, with a cold smile, dragged out Aozaki Aoko, who was next in line.

The dignified mage, looking at his four allies lying convulsing on the ground, turned pale with shock.

However, under absolute power, she had nowhere to escape.

However, the devil who wielded the power of punishment still showed a little mercy.

For example, pair her up with Ayaka Sajou, so that the two "loser" sisters can share the unbearable weight of judgment.

An hour and a half later, the two younger women, who had been labeled as "losers," finally understood how difficult it was for the older women who were the winners. They cried, wailed, and sobbed, and then collapsed into each other's arms.

After successfully getting the three rows of interrogators to lie down and repent, Samael turned to look at the last one.

Only the four of you are left...

Rin, Ereshkigal, and Sakura are biological sisters, and Luvia is their cousin.

Therefore, a family should always be together.

Samael walked forward with a bright smile, while the four sisters, who were closely related by blood, trembled like little white mice in the corner.

However, even with their eyes closed, they could not escape the fate of being judged.

However, thanks to divine blessing and excellent physical fitness, this group persisted for nearly five hours.

Finally, through their joint efforts, they survived the long night and ushered in the dawn.

But even as dawn broke, liberation was still not attained.

Because the devil is unwilling.

After all, this was the time when he had just begun to take an interest.

Sorry, the game continues!

Samael sneered maliciously, and then, in order, dragged up the still unconscious Goddess of Justice from the beginning.

But justice was already overwhelmed at this moment. After being slapped awake, it did not last long before it quickly fell into a coma again.

Thus, the weight of justice once again fell on the British trio at the window. Morgan and Artoria, who were the focus of attention, fainted and woke up repeatedly, unable to escape the control of divine law and could only struggle to persevere.

Just as the two sisters were about to faint again, the door creaked open, and the secretary, dressed in an office lady outfit, arrived on time with documents in hand.

In an instant, Artoria and Morgan saw the bright flame in front of the door, as if they had encountered the warm sun on a winter night, and immediately cried out for help.

"Boudica, help!"

Boudica looked up at the sound, her pupils dilating sharply as she saw a striking scene in the office. Her expression shifted rapidly before she revealed a gentle smile and turned away nonchalantly.

"I'm feeling a bit hungry, I'll go downstairs and buy some breakfast..."

However, Boudica had barely taken one step when an arm landed on her shoulder, instantly pulling the secretary-general into the evil lair.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

Seeing the fresh little rabbit fall into the trap, Samael sneered and decisively abandoned the British trio who had been exploited to the extreme, and unceremoniously turned the flames of war against this victorious queen.

Watching their practiced movements, Morgan and Artoria realized that the entire office was shrouded in a barrier, and it would be absolutely impossible to be let in without someone's permission.