Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As the chaotic storm surged and the fog dissipated, one after another colossal creature lay dead on the sea surface, the thick stench of blood nauseating. In the distance, the wreckage of two warships slowly sank into the deep sea.

"Over in Greece..."

“I understand. Leave this to me. Go ahead and do it, my friend. If there’s anything I can help you with, just let me know.”

Scáthach bent her knees and leaped back onto the flagship's deck. With a swing of her arm, crimson bloodstains slid off the spikes of the magic spear. Throughout the entire ordeal, the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom's calm tone remained unchanged.

"Well, then I won't stand on ceremony. It's not convenient for me to leave here, and there are indeed a few things I need you to do."

Samael leaned against the tree trunk, pondered for a moment, and then spoke solemnly.

"First, the Third Greco-Persian War has not yet begun. After arriving in Greece, keep a close eye on the movements of the Persian Empire's fleet at sea."

Second, find out where the Athenian gods went after the Trojan War, and while you're at it, help me find out where some human heroes are.

Third, if possible, make contact with the Egyptians in Greek ports.

Back in her room, Scáthach casually dispelled the crimson magic spear, then paused as she took off her damp clothes, her brow furrowing slightly.

"You want to investigate the situation in Egypt?"

"Well, Rome is currently facing a pincer attack from the Hunnic Empire and the Persian Empire, and the situation is difficult to change. Greece needs to deal with the Carthaginian raids, but the Egyptians behind them have not directly intervened and their attitude is somewhat ambiguous. I want to know what that Pharaoh is planning. If possible, perhaps we can try to win him over."

Samael plucked a vibrant green leaf, twirled it between his fingers, his snake-like eyes narrowed, and his gaze flickered.

"Start with Egypt? That's a bold idea, but according to you, they seem to be leaning towards the Persian Empire. It will be difficult to get them to change their stance."

Scáthach pondered for a moment, then shook her head, her brow furrowing.

"You should give it a try. Besides, between nations, there are no permanent friends or enemies, only permanent interests. Stances can be changed. That Pharaoh's integrity might not be as high as you imagine."

The ancient serpent lazily stretched out its arms, a mocking smile playing on its lips.

"Alright then, I'll keep an eye on it."

Seeing that Samael was determined, Scáthach nodded slightly in agreement, got up and walked towards the bathtub filled with hot water and flower petals.

"Oh, right, before the situation becomes clear, do these things quietly and without making a fuss. His Majesty in the Golden Palace doesn't want to see Northern Europe dragged into this quagmire prematurely."

"Yes, I understand..."

As the sound of rushing water reached him, Samael, who was leaning against a tree branch, finished giving his final instructions, wisely cut off the contact, and turned to look at the shimmering riverbank with a sense of regret.

Tsk, what a pity...

How about we develop an image transmission function for this thing next time?

The ancient snake smacked its lips, its mind wandering. Just as its fantasies intensified, a rustling sound came from the bushes behind it. A graceful figure lifted a branch and walked lightly to the riverbank. Facing the cool moonlight, she unbuttoned her clothes and stepped barefoot into the stream.

Uh, what I was thinking about came true, what a coincidence, really?

Should I not say anything?

Should I keep quiet?

Should I keep quiet?

Ugh, this is such a tough choice.

The innocent-looking snake, hidden by the branches and leaves, stroked its chin, deep in difficult and painful thought.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Problem Children Have Lots of Fun

The long night was quiet, and the silvery-gray moonlight was like a hazy veil covering the earth, bringing a dreamlike beauty.

Beneath the swaying shadows of the trees, Brunhilde removed her breastplate and half-shed her gown, which resembled swan feathers, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her long, light green hair cascaded down her chest, its flowing waves contrasting beautifully with her jade-like skin.

The Valkyrie gently splashed a handful of clear stream water, washing away the sticky, smoky feeling from her forearms, like a white swan bathing in a lake.

"Cough cough..."

Just as she placed her fingers on the bra clasp on her back, a sudden sound came from the branches of the trees behind her, causing Brunhilde to freeze instantly and her purple pupils to contract sharply.

someone!

In an instant, Brunhilde, regaining her senses, froze, her pretty face darkening with murderous intent. Light flashed between her fingers as she summoned the purplish-blue spear from a rising blue flame. At the same time, she leaped and stirred up the raging ether, piercing towards the source of the sound.

However, when the sharpness of the spear swept away all the branches along the way, exposing the Valkyrie's figure, Brunhilde's expression changed drastically. She immediately withdrew her spear, stopped her stance, and knelt down on a bare tree trunk.

"Uh...it's a misunderstanding...I arrived early..."

Samael raised his hands, reluctantly offering an explanation, his eyes glancing guiltily elsewhere.

Some bargains shouldn't be taken for granted; it's best to act like a decent human being occasionally.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I've disturbed you..."

The Valkyrie, recalling the sudden cough earlier, suspected nothing and repeatedly apologized.

Their eyes met, and Samael pointed to Brunhilde's chest. The Valkyrie then seemed to wake from a dream, realizing that her attire was quite revealing, with large areas of skin exposed. Her pretty face flushed red with shame and indignation, almost as if blood was about to drip from it. The two immediately looked away awkwardly, and the atmosphere became quite awkward for a moment.

Then, the ancient snake wisely turned its back to Brunhilde, walked a little further away, and casually changed the subject.

"How have you been these past few days in Britain?"

"Um……"

"Dinner was delicious; it reminded me of the feasts at the Golden Palace."

"I'm glad Your Highness is pleased..."

As the two chatted casually, Brunhilde gradually relaxed, quietly putting her clothes back on and standing respectfully to Samael's side.

"Thank you for taking care of my daily needs all this time."

“Your Highness, I am your spear, your shield, and it is my duty to serve you. Please… do not treat me too gently… I am unworthy of your praise…”

The more polite Samael was, the more ashamed Brunhilde felt, her tone even revealing a sense of inferiority and pain.

"As a waiter, I have never been of any help, but have instead become a burden to you, requiring your help!"

Treat me as a tool, without pity or care, and consume me on the battlefield. This is the destiny that a Valkyrie should have!

Excessive emotions will only dull our sharpness, which is undesirable!

Your kindness is something I cannot repay, nor do I deserve to receive it!

"But we heartless dolls, once shown affection, always become greedy. If that happens, I'm afraid I'll shamelessly rejoice..."

The Valkyrie seemed to realize something. Her purple eyes widened, and she raised her hand to cover her lips. Her slightly excited thoughts were abruptly cut off. Her head drooped as she looked uneasily at the ground, and an unnatural blush rose on her cheeks.

Sensitive, fragile, lonely, and with an intense craving for recognition... a paranoid personality...

Samael sighed inwardly, rubbing his forehead, as he inadvertently stirred up Brunhilde's feelings of inferiority and shame stemming from her previous setbacks.

Perhaps because they were created using fragments of the core of the planet Sephalus, both the prototype Brunhilde and the later nine prototype Valkyries have some personality flaws.

The more emotional contact one has, the more pronounced this situation becomes.

Brunhilde, who is currently caught in a contradiction between her self-definition as a weapon and as a person, is a case in point.

However, with patient guidance, they may be able to develop an independent personality more quickly.

Of course, the best approach is to guide rather than block.

"Alright, it's just one or two setbacks. Right now, you're the only one by my side. There's a long road ahead, and there will be plenty of opportunities to win back in the future! Remember, what I need is a warrior who never gives up, not a pathetic wretched who only knows how to wallow in self-pity!"

Samael patted Brunhilde's shoulder lightly, gave her a solemn reminder, and then solemnly announced the next arrangements.

“Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you how to use the primordial runes and more combat techniques at a fixed time in the evening.”

"As you command, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Brunhilde's dim purple eyes suddenly sparkled, and she responded excitedly.

His Highness Samael is a god in Asgard who can rival Thor.

In terms of pure combat power, Lord Thor is a pinnacle existence that even Odin, the Father God, could hardly suppress!

With His Highness Samael's guidance, she will definitely be able to help next time.

But soon, Brunhilde, who was filled with anxiety and uncertainty, once again showed a dejected expression.

"Your Highness, you are too gentle with me, I'm afraid..."

"What's there to be afraid of? I'll teach you another Asgardian rule—an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a glass of wine for a glass of wine, and a gentle touch for a gentle touch!"

Samael raised his hand and grasped Brunhilde's shoulder, meeting the Valkyrie's gaze silently before solemnly declaring.

Responding to gentleness with gentleness...

Brunhilde's body trembled, and she murmured the "rules" of Asgard, her lowered eyes gradually revealing a bright color and a hint of understanding.

"It's too late today. Take a shower and get some rest. Let's start training tomorrow."

"Ok!"

Samael glanced at the moonlight, yawned, and casually gave an order. Brunhilde looked up and responded softly with a more fluid and decisive tone, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Phew! I finally managed to fool them...

As for why it's called "deception," Asgard doesn't have any rules whatsoever; it was just something he made up to treat Brunhilde's mental illness.

As the ancient snake hurried to the corridor, it breathed a sigh of relief, its spirits relaxed, and it felt utterly exhausted.

So, from Mesopotamia to Greece, from Northern Europe to Rome, how come I keep encountering problem children wherever I go?

The kind older brother should go find that scoundrel Merlin! Can't you guys find someone else to mess with?

Samael rolled his eyes, muttering a listless complaint to himself, and dragged his weary body through the door, staggering as he collapsed onto his soft, comfortable bed.

Ok?

But the moment they made contact, the strange softness and elasticity of the bedding made the dazed ancient snake instinctively reach out and explore.

Then, Samael withdrew his fingers and pulled a...loli?! from the bed!

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Tyrant's Night Raid

"I said, the room is in the back, you've come to the wrong door, haven't you?"

Samael shook the uninvited guest awake from the bed and gave him a curt reminder.

"Hmm...yes, this is it."

The little girl, dressed in a white silk camisole nightgown, was pulled out of bed. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked around in a daze, then pulled her head back and yawned in response.

"Huh? This is my house! What are you doing here?"

"I want to sleep with you..."

"Are you out of your mind...? Why?"

Samael's face stiffened, completely bewildered. He pulled Nero out of bed again, woke him up, and brought him to his face.

In the darkness, two small hands covered his cheeks, tracing the contours of his face, even patting and pinching him wantonly, seemingly enjoying it immensely.

"Ugh... because you're good-looking, I like you a lot!"

The future Roman tyrant cupped Samael's face in his hands, pulling it close to his eyes as if examining a fine work of art, marveling at it with his emerald eyes sparkling and nodding in satisfaction.

"Thank you for the compliment. So, now that you're done, could you please get out of my bed?"

Samael's face darkened, and his expression turned hostile.

I almost forgot that this girl will later become a complete looks-obsessed person, the kind who's attracted to both men and women.

I never imagined that as a deity, I would one day be coveted for my beauty.

"Don't be shy, I will bestow upon you the title of Prince and take responsibility for you."

"Not interested in!"

"Don't worry, Yu Changzhang will marry you!"

"I reject!"

"If you're not satisfied, then you can marry me?"

"Thanks for the invitation, but I already have an appointment, and there's no room for discussion!"

"It's okay, I won't look down on you, and I won't mind your past!"

After being rejected repeatedly, Nero put on a stern face, pondered for a moment, then placed her small hand on Samael's shoulder, looked at him with a hint of pity, and spoke earnestly.