Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Discovering that their every move was already under the surveillance of some treacherous individual, Lydia glanced at the unconscious Aoko in the office and swallowed hard.

"We...we were just passing by..."

"Okay, go on, I'm listening."

Sama smiled noncommittally, but the invisible pressure and the numerous examples of past mistakes made Lydia's legs go weak.

Seeing her companion, who had once stood up for her, leave exhausted, Hinako immediately stepped forward with great pride and courage.

"What are you looking at? Don't even think about trying anything funny with us! We'd rather die than let you get away with this... Waaah..."

But before this hot-tempered literature major could finish her declaration, she was dragged to the back by Reines and Lydel, both pale-faced, and had her mouth tightly covered.

This woman has had enough of life, but they haven't.

After barely managing to subdue the irritable old man beneath him, the strategist, who was the team's intellectual backbone, no longer dared to hand over the right to speak to his two unreliable teammates. He immediately turned his head and tried to force a pitiful and innocent expression, grabbed a rag from the ground, and solemnly promised.

"We're very good at cleaning houses!"

Seeing that Reines was so cooperative, Samael smiled with satisfaction and waved for her to leave.

Immediately, Reines and Lydel, having realized their position, grabbed the still unwilling and irritable Old Mustard and hurriedly went into the house. They dragged the defeated goddesses, magicians, and witches into the bathroom, washed and changed them, and repaired the Prime Minister's mansion, which was now unrecognizable.

The hardworking bonded laborers, undeterred by hardship, climbed up and down the walls to wash away the remaining traces and odors inside the house.

The unscrupulous foreman sat comfortably on a soft sofa, sipping tea and giving orders.

Animals!

dross!

Inhumane!

The once pampered ladies and celestial maidens, who never lifted a finger to do housework, have now fallen into the ranks of the oppressed class. They curse in their hearts and feel a sense of shared indignation.

"Whoever works the slowest stays tonight."

Samael took a sip of tea and offered a meaningful reminder.

In an instant, the women's expressions changed, and they dared not slack off in the slightest. They began to bury themselves in their assigned tasks, fearing that they would not do them perfectly or quickly enough and be singled out as an example.

As the three newcomers begin to compete, the previously nonchalant Dragon Girl has to be extremely careful and properly fulfill her duties as a maid.

What started as a united front against a common enemy has turned into a fierce competition where each side tries to outdo the other.

Soon, with the tireless help of the four women, the entire Prime Minister's residence was restored to its original appearance.

The defeated goddesses and witches, including Themis, Luvia, Morgan, Artoria, Ereshkigal, and Rin, were placed in various locations and restored to their former dignity.

Samael gazed at the female prime minister in a black business suit behind her desk; the Lion King in a crown and military uniform by the tea table by the window; the goddess of justice in a white gauze dress on the sofa; and the goddesses of Venus and Hades in Sumerian attire… He couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement once again.

It has to be said that sometimes not wearing anything isn't necessarily more attractive than wearing it.

The scene before him rekindled the demon's blasphemous desires.

Immediately, the ancient serpent snapped its fingers, and the Destiny Clay Tablet once again thoughtfully channeled some magic power into the nearly exhausted goddesses, witches, and fairy knights, awakening their consciousness.

The handsome face that caught the women's attention revealed a bright yet wicked smile.

"We've all rested, shall we play another round?"

Want more?!

The goddesses, witches, and magicians, still reeling from the previous shock, immediately recalled the fear of being dominated by lust and the terror of having their brains almost burned out by pleasure, and their expressions changed.

Don't come over here!

Artoria, who was in the first place, saw the demon smiling as he walked towards her. Her hand trembled, and she drew Excalibur from her body, pouring magic into it.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the Star Sword resonated with a powerful sound, and a vast beam of golden starlight surged forth, piercing through the rift between the Old and New Covenants and shooting straight into the heavens.

The suffocating sense of oppression emanating from the Destiny Clay Tablet was beginning to loosen and crumble.

Upon seeing this, Samael slapped his forehead and couldn't help but bare his teeth.

This was the thing that severed the Destiny Plate and defeated the Predatory Star back then. Although it wasn't in his own hands, being bullied so badly still triggered the Star Saint's autonomous counterattack.

Now, the Destiny Clay Tablet has been stabbed in the butt by the Holy Sword again.

Moreover, he also developed an anal fistula.

Golden streams of light spread across the clouds, resembling a radiant World Tree stretching its branches to display the miracle of the stars.

Meanwhile, in Iceland.

On the deck of the silver-white warship, Valkyries dressed in modern military uniforms, holding steel guns and with wings on their backs, subconsciously looked up and gazed at the golden stream of light that branched out like a world tree.

Upon seeing this, the three leading Valkyries, Slud, Hild, and Otlind, were the first to react, their faces beaming with joy.

"It's Your Highness!"

"What is that place?"

"Found it! In Londinion!"

"When the ship docks, can we go see him?"

"Well, we've only just set sail, and we still have time for our vacation..."

Just as the Valkyries were chattering amongst themselves, a clear, cold murmur came from behind.

"What's all the noise about? Stay at your posts!"

Queen Brunhilde of Iceland, dressed in the attire of a secular military woman, stepped out of the cabin.

Under her elder sister's reprimand, the Valkyries reluctantly stopped talking and returned to their posts.

Brunhilde nodded in satisfaction, gracefully stepped onto the watchtower, glanced at the nautical chart in her hand, and spoke leisurely.

"Attention all personnel, hard to port, destination Thames Port, full speed ahead!"

"Send warships into...the Thames harbor?"

Upon hearing the order, the relatively composed and rational Slud looked up in surprise at Brunhilde on the watchtower.

"Yes."

The Valkyrie, issuing commands, rested her flushed cheek on one hand, her eyes revealing a morbid intoxication and excitement.

"We'll go and take His Highness home right away!"

"Couldn't we just take a warship directly there...?"

Looking at her older sister, who was clearly out of control, Slud, the only one she could rely on, felt a headache coming on and could only whisper a reminder.

"Don't worry, this is my order."

Like a cold, serene whisper, Skadi, with her purple hair flowing down her shoulders, emerged from inside the ship's cabin and stood before the worried Slud, comforting this dutiful Valkyrie.

Immediately, the Ice Goddess, standing on the deck, raised her chin, clenched her hands on the railing, and gazed at the sea with intense fighting spirit in her eyes.

This time, I'm going to get there before you!

An open-air pub in Dublin, Ireland.

The Queen of the Shadow Kingdom, dressed in a black trench coat, glanced up at the golden stream of light flowing across the sky, tilted her head back, gulped down the contents of an oversized beer mug, put down the empty mug, and stood up.

"Let's go, we have things to do."

"doing what?"

Noknare, sitting opposite, looked up in surprise and asked, her hands still busy choosing the angle to take a picture of the small cake.

Scáthach's lips curled up, and a meaningful smile appeared on her cool face.

"Steal people!"

"Like last time?"

Noknare rubbed her aching buttocks, a look of vengeful pleasure and eager impulse appearing on her face.

She was thrown off the building by that new lioness in Britain, and she must get revenge.

Last time?

Scáthach raised an eyebrow. As if she had thought of something, she glanced at the flamboyant Noknae in front of her, her eyes flashing, and her voice turned much colder.

"Give me the people and the private jet. Didn't you just come back from London on vacation? Then you don't need to go."

"..."

Noknare, who had been left behind, looked at her close friend, who was about to go alone, with a look of astonishment on her face.

While the Irish queen was still in a daze, Scáthach reached out and picked up the plate that Noknae had been arranging for so long, and unceremoniously put the exquisitely designed little cake into her mouth.

Whether it was because of the delicious food or some other factor, the Queen of the Land of Shadows was inexplicably in a good mood at this moment.

"Hmm, it tastes good,"

"..."

Noknare, who had just wasted her time, stared at the empty plate in front of her. Her eyes twitched, her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the elegant facade she had maintained was instantly torn apart. She was furious and flew into a rage on the spot.

"My sharing diary! My exquisite life! Do you know how many millions of my YouTube subscribers are waiting for my updates!"

"That barbaric woman who only knows how to kill people has absolutely no class. She deserves to never find a man in her life!"

However, Scáthach remained remarkably calm in the face of her previous outbursts that were always fraught with danger. She merely raised an eyebrow, glanced back at the Irish Queen who was hopping mad, and spoke with composure.

"It's just a man, right? I'll go and catch one!"

Immediately, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom strode forward, her flowing coat billowing like a battle robe.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Global Chase

Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris, France.

The saintess, who was kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped together in devout prayer, seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky outside the stained glass window of the dome, which was painted in a golden color.

found it!

Joan of Arc immediately stood up, her eyes blazing with crimson flames. She reached out and grabbed the sword of St. Catherine from the shelf, turned around, drew the sword, and announced that three pairs of fiery red wings, fluttering and appearing and disappearing, were like seraphim descending to sweep away the filth of the world.

"The Son of Man has revealed a holy sign, calling you to meet him and set out—Lentinion!"

"We—will obey God's will and act on His behalf!"

In the empty cathedral, the paladin Roland and the handsome Astolfo, who had been standing on either side, knelt down in unison in response. Their gazes fell upon the three pairs of fiery red wings behind Joan of Arc, faintly visible...

Behind the two was the legendary magician, second only to Merlin—Archbishop Tobin;

The lord of the Forest Tower, one of the greatest knights—Floresmat;

The White Feather Knight, the only woman—Bradamante;

Rinaldo, the "Barbarian," is the wielder of the Demon Sword Fusbetta, whose strength is slightly inferior to Roland's...

The renowned Twelve Warriors of Charlemagne, amidst the clanging of armor and weapons, all knelt and bowed their heads, their eyes filled with fervor.

France is the Kingdom of God.

This was true then, this is true now, and this will always be true in the future!

And they, under the leadership of this deputy monarch of the Kingdom of Heaven, will find the Son of Man and restore authority to the Lord.

Greece, Mount Ares.

The Three Goddesses Temples shone brightly, the twelve constellations' alarm bells rang, and all eighty-eight constellations lit up simultaneously.

One after another, streaks of light, like stars, fell and plummeted towards the central open-air plaza.

Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, clad in golden armor and wielding the spear of victory and the shield of sheepskin, smiled languidly.

“He’s been out playing long enough. Come, let’s go with me to welcome your king.”

"..."

The Saint Seiya warriors below the stage subconsciously touched their cheeks, which seemed to be starting to ache, and fell silent.

Why do you and your daughter have to drag us into your game?

We've been resting for so long, and we've only just gotten out of bed...

"Oh, I forgot to mention, Medusa, Themis, and Medea will probably be there too..."