Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The problem is, I mind!

Samael's breath hitched. Faced with this narcissistic and troublesome child, he was driven to the brink of madness. When he came to his senses, he realized that he seemed to have been led astray by the other person's bizarre line of thinking. He immediately shut up with a dark face, too lazy to argue with this girl.

Just as the ancient snake made up his mind to stop talking nonsense and throw the troublesome little girl back to her own room, a short figure stood on the bed in the darkness, her arms outstretched, revealing her waist and abdomen. Her little face was buried in his chest, like a little kitten, affectionately nuzzling and whispering.

"I already know that you've always cared about me and haven't abandoned me. I'm very happy and content..."

"..."

Feeling the arms tighten around his waist, Samael released his grip on the little girl's collar, sighed softly, and his eyes softened.

Hope in times of despair is all the more precious and unforgettable.

His act of helping Nero in her desperate situation has likely earned him a very important place in her heart.

Of course, this is not lust, but a kind of self-protection, an unconscious reliance on and closeness to someone you trust.

Therefore, during the few days Nero rested at the Celtic camp, he would intentionally or unintentionally get close to him and try to stay by his side.

However, in order to cultivate a good relationship between Nero and Boudica, he refused time and time again.

However, it now seems that the previous plan to forge an alliance between Britain and Rome was somewhat rushed.

Boudica's gentleness and wisdom did not necessarily represent the attitude of all Celts. They did not have a good impression of the Romans to begin with, so it was impossible for them to change their minds overnight. Nero's previous life as a dependent was not necessarily as carefree and cheerful as he appeared.

No matter how intelligent she is, she still has the mind of a child, and her sense of crisis and panic still exist to some extent.

So, once she found out his attitude today, the little girl, who had been worried about being abandoned for several days, came to get close to him.

"It's so heartwarming, let Yu stay a little longer..."

Nero rubbed her face lightly, making a pleasant nasal sound.

Samael hesitated for a moment before raising his hand and gently stroking Nero's head.

Nero's golden tuft of hair swayed with pleasure, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded with delight.

"Mmm, mmm, just like that, don't stop, don't stop..."

It looked just like a kitten sprawled out on the sofa, waiting for its owner to tickle it.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the pleasure of being patted on the head, Nero became increasingly content and couldn't help but yawn. Then, still wanting more, he raised his little face and mischievously pinched Samael's cheek with his little hand, looking languid.

“Lord Samael, I am sleepy and want to sleep. You may attend to me now. I will allow you to hold me while we sleep.”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The ancient serpent gently stroked Nero's head, a graceful smile blooming on its face. Then, a wicked hand reached out towards the future Roman tyrant...

...the back of the neck...

Before Nero could react, Samael strode out of the room, went to the backyard, and casually tucked the little girl into her bed.

To ensure His Majesty could sleep peacefully as soon as possible, he thoughtfully bound him with a magical rope.

The unwilling struggle caused the bed to creak and shake, and a small, silent mouth let out a plaintive sob.

A night raid, huh!

Samael, is that right?

So, you're going to serve me in bed?

You're so quick to take advantage of others, what kind of psychological problem do you have?

Samael locked the door without any hesitation, turned around and went back to his bedroom, where he comfortably crawled into bed and lay down, looking completely at ease.

This bed is huge; it's definitely more comfortable to be alone.

Want to sleep with him? Haha, don't be silly!

In Greece, he had to take care of Athena and a bunch of Typhon's offspring; in Northern Europe, he raised Fenrir and Hela from infancy; now that we're in Rome, you still want him to take care of the kids? No way! Go play by yourself!

The ancient snake stretched comfortably, pulled up the covers contentedly, closed its eyes, and drifted off to sleep. As its consciousness sank, a pleasant smile gradually appeared on the man's lips.

The long night was quiet, and I slept soundly until dawn.

The next morning, Samael got up refreshed and leisurely went for a walk in the camp. On the way, he greeted Boudika, who was up early to patrol the camp, and then turned to the kitchen to see what the breakfast was for.

Before long, the residents of the Celtic tribe began to wake up, gathering in small groups and eagerly awaiting the day when they could finally eat meat.

Amidst the rising smoke, Boudica carried her meal to the grass, sat down next to Samael, and casually discussed some preparations and arrangements for the upcoming event.

For example, a hundred elite soldiers were selected, organized into a team, and given rigorous military and mystical training to facilitate Nero's return to Rome.

As for the most suitable instructor, it would naturally be the Roman centurion who was saved by the Druids and whose injuries have now mostly healed.

In addition, Britain was still in the period of tribal alliance, and Boudica's last operation suffered heavy losses, making it difficult to suppress the resurgence of some tribes.

Fortunately, this elite force can take a detour to the vicinity, give a warning to a few restless tribes, and, if necessary, carry out a decapitation strike to eliminate potential threats before setting off.

Turn around and have Brunhilde oversee the operation to ensure everything goes smoothly, and also to boost her confidence.

After the two discussed the overall preparations in detail, Boudica suddenly felt enlightened, and the dark clouds hanging over his head seemed to gradually dissipate.

On a whim, Her Majesty the Queen casually asked about matters of state and livelihood that she found difficult to decide. With his extensive experience and knowledge, as well as his experience as a king of two terms, Samael was able to come up with solutions with ease. His words were always to the point, and the troubles were easily resolved.

Unbeknownst to them, Brunhilde, the two British princesses, and a future tyrant with dark circles under his eyes and a yawning expression all gathered around and sat down on the grass to listen.

In just half an hour, with the last of the tribe's political affairs that had been piling up for months being resolved by the man in front of her, Boudika's shoulders slumped, and she felt an unprecedented sense of relaxation. A sigh of emotion welled up within her.

"To be honest, I really want you to be the king. With you here, I can at least get a good night's sleep..."

"Cough cough..."

But before he could finish speaking, Nero coughed violently, grabbed Samael's sleeve, and looked at the queen with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

Boudica, who had been interrupted, snapped back to her senses, hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, blushed slightly, and awkwardly shut up.

If he becomes king, wouldn't that mean...?

Indeed, it was abrupt…

Chapter Twenty-Seven: All for Art!

Phew! I'm completely drained...

With the moon high in the sky and midnight approaching, Samael swayed along the corridor leading to his bedroom, his face ashen and his whole being looking listless.

Now, he has only one feeling: regret, deep regret.

Why show off your skills for no reason? Isn't that just asking for trouble? The good old days of lying around and being a couch potato are gone forever.

Samael rubbed his throbbing temples, groaning in pain.

For five consecutive days, his schedule was meticulously planned. He was either giving administrative lessons to Boudica, Nero, and the two Celtic princesses, instructing the Roman centurion on military training techniques, or being pursued by fanatical druids seeking knowledge of runes and other mystical arts.

Oh, and he also needs to teach some etiquette, political ideology, and some basic miscellaneous subjects to correct Nero's increasingly distorted outlook on life, world, and values, which were developed under his special family circumstances.

The two British princesses, after a while, also joined in the fun. Gradually, they lingered and became more and more engrossed in listening. Their attitude towards him changed from initial fear and trepidation to respect and affection. They increasingly liked to stay by his side, asking him all sorts of questions.

In the evening, he would hone Brunhilde's martial arts and magic skills, greet his wife Skadi, who was stationed in the Land of Shadows, and his close friend Scáthach on the Viking warship separately, and integrate and analyze intelligence to refine the steps of the operation.

Furthermore, even during mealtimes, there was no rest. They would hold meetings with Boudica, the centurion, and Brunhilde to formulate corresponding suppression strategies for several unruly tribes and eliminate potential threats before departure.

Even recently, those plump middle-aged and elderly women with wrinkles on their faces more numerous than tree bark grooves have all set their sights on him. When they see him, their eyes gleam with a wolfish, eerie green light.

Ahem, don't get me wrong, these are the cooks who manage the tribe's food.

British food culture is something those who know it understand.

After enduring several days of unpalatable food, Samael found it difficult to swallow. In order not to mistreat his taste buds, he couldn't help but prepare some plant-based seasonings from nearby and cooked a few meals, eventually winning over the middle-aged and elderly women.

The problem is, he's so busy he doesn't have time to teach them what to cook. Besides, the wrinkles on their faces could trap flies, shattering his beautiful fantasy of a cook.

Okay, the reasons that follow are the key.

While silently complaining, Samael rolled his eyes, shrugged, and revealed his true nature as a looks-obsessed and perverted person.

However, as it got closer to the bedroom, the ancient snake became increasingly light-footed, its hunched body gradually straightened, and a look of contentment spread across its face.

Although Samael has been overwhelmed with work these past few days, he is still a seasoned veteran of Uruk and Athens and wouldn't let this workload wear him down.

But you have to pretend at least a little, otherwise if you act too relaxed, you won't get to enjoy services like lap pillows, hugs, or massages during your rest time.

When it comes to hugs, Boudica is the best, but for lap pillows, Brunhill is the ultimate choice...

Cough cough, that's not the point!

His sacrifice of his time and energy was to eliminate future troubles and solidify the defenses of the Panhellenic Alliance, not for such a vulgar thing!

With only two days left before departure, carrying the heavy responsibility for God, let's persevere a little longer.

The ancient snake smashed the object repeatedly, its face full of righteous indignation, yet a hint of regret flickered in its eyes.

After calming himself down a bit and looking forward to tomorrow's class, Samael, filled with a noble spirit of dedication, went into his bedroom.

But as soon as he entered, Samael's lips twitched, and he skillfully pulled out a short figure with a single golden ahoge from the bulging silk quilt. His vertical pupils opened and closed, and he gave a sinister sneer.

"Again? You're quite free, aren't you? Looks like I haven't assigned enough homework."

"Oh no, teacher! I've been studying art very diligently lately, dedicating myself to discovering, appreciating, and even creating beauty!"

The future tyrant, held aloft on the bed, gestured with his hands like a conductor's baton, speaking in a passionate and impassioned tone, with a solemn expression and eloquent pronouncements.

"You study art, what are you doing in my room?"

Samael frowned, sneered, and muttered to himself.

Art? Art in bed? Adult videos?

"Beauty is everywhere, regardless of occasion or status! Look, the lines on your body are amazing... Hmm... Your muscles are streamlined without being abrupt; your skin is both resilient and delicate; your profile is soft and beautiful, with a charm that rivals that of a woman; your overall silhouette is perfect as a model for drawing and rock carving."

While being carried, Nero, in the midst of his eloquent speech, extended a pair of claws, reaching into Samael's collar, and shamelessly grabbing, kneading, and patting him, praising him with smug satisfaction, and solemnly offering his professional critique as an artist.

Samael felt a chill run down his spine, goosebumps rose on his skin, and he distanced himself from the "artist".

"Didn't you say that we could learn from you? You are very suitable to be a human model for painting. Come on, Lord Samael, don't be shy, dedicate yourself to art."

As Nero spoke, he stretched out his claws again, seemingly unsatisfied.

"Since we're just idling around anyway, why not let Yu pursue aesthetics... touch... cough cough... feel it again..."

"I'm so pleased that everyone is pursuing aesthetics now."

Samael brushed Nero's claws away without leaving a trace, raised his hand and gently patted the little girl's shoulder, his gaze deep and his lips gradually curving into a smile.

"Coincidentally, I also have an art form that I need to try on you."

"what?"

"What 'ah'? It's your turn to sacrifice yourself for art!"

As Samael looked up, a sinister grin spread across his face, and his raised hands coalesced into a purplish-red magic rope about seven and a half meters long.

Whoosh!

Instantly, a purplish-red rope, as agile and winding as a venomous snake, was folded in half and looped around the little girl's fair neck, tying knots in sequence at her collarbone, sternum, and pubic bone.

Then, the rope end is wrapped around the crotch, tied in a knot slightly above the back, passed through the rope snake behind the neck, and pulled apart to the left and right. It is then wrapped around the armpit back to the hole in front of the chest and pulled apart to the left and right, forming a diamond-shaped braid.

As he adjusted his position from top to bottom and tightened the rope, the rope snake eventually came to rest at his waist. The rope, which stretched across his thighs, dug deep into Nero's buttocks, causing the unsteady girl to slump forward in humiliation and fall headfirst into the quilt.

This art is called "rope trickery," also known as "bondage."

The first lesson the future tyrant is currently receiving is a classic rope knot technique—guijia binding.

After completing the task, Samael looked at the wriggling artwork on the bed with satisfaction and pride. Then, he skillfully sealed the knot, picked up the rope, went out, turned left, and stuffed Nero back into his little nest.

Everything, for art!

Samael lingered by the window, admiring his masterpiece for a few moments. He felt the timeless power of the artwork and his heart swelled with emotion. His steps on the way back were lighter.

However, perhaps because he was too infatuated, on his way back to the house, the ancient snake almost bumped into a figure walking towards him.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: An Unexpected Romantic Encounter (1/4)

The night was cool and clear, and the bright moonlight, like a thin mist shrouding the earth, revealed a hazy beauty. Strolling along the forest path hidden by branches, the scattered light spots were projected onto the soft fallen leaves and soil, illuminating the way forward, creating a unique atmosphere.

Samael stretched lazily, his muscles cracking as he relaxed. In his contentment, he looked out at the dense forest and the shimmering stream in the distance, muttering to himself.

Boudica wants to meet me by the river? What could it be about so late? Could it be about the next phase of the raid?

The ancient snake scratched its head, slightly puzzled by this sudden invitation.