Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael felt a sudden surge of emotion, but then, like molten lava, his blood rushed to his brain, his teeth chattering, and somber words were forced out from between his teeth.

"30 seconds, turn off the music, and come back with me to sober up! Otherwise..."

As his right knuckles cracked, a deep sense of gloom appeared on Samael's face.

"Hmm? Only fools... resort to force."

"My learned teacher, wise prince of the empire, if you wish to refuse the revelry, I permit you to use the words of a sage... to refute this gift. If you win, you will enjoy new blessings."

Nero paused for a moment, then raised her hand to lightly tap her luscious lips, patting her chest as if to guarantee it, her flushed cheeks radiating a joyful and provocative glint.

This brat is really drunk; does he want to debate with me?

Hmph, even the Greek laws were personally formulated by Themis and me. As the authority in the world of verbal sparring, I have never been defeated. I'll teach you a lesson!

However, Samael, brimming with confidence, failed to notice that beneath the dazzling colored light, those emerald eyes gleamed with smugness and cunning.

Historically, this tyrant's talents, besides his somewhat offbeat singing, included unparalleled eloquence.

Ten minutes later, Nero stood smugly with his hands on his hips, while Samael squatted to one side, contemplating life.

Brunhilde, standing nearby, bit her cherry lips and timidly stepped forward, wanting to comfort her distressed mistress. She spoke several times, but under the watchful eyes of everyone, hesitation arose in her heart, and she stammered, unable to utter a complete and fluent sentence.

After a long silence, the ancient serpent gradually realized the reason for its failure. Its eyes regained their clarity, and it gritted its teeth in hatred, finally understanding the crux of the problem.

At first, he talked to Nero about morality because of noise pollution, and Nero brought up human rights with him; when he discussed human rights with Nero, this brat shifted the topic to the inclusiveness of the law; when he debated the sentencing and enforcement of the law with Nero, Nero played the political influence game with him; then, when he analyzed politics with Nero, a certain tyrant played the rogue with him; finally, when it was his turn to play the rogue and take action, Nero surprisingly circled back to morality, condemning his arbitrary actions.

A rogue isn't scary; what's scary is a rogue with education. If you encounter such an extreme case, it's no wonder you fall into a trap due to carelessness.

"Inspired by Apollo, the god of art, my awakened talent has led me to compose and perform my fourth solo piece—'The Light of Rome'! Please enjoy!"

...The light of Rome, my name is Nero?...

Just as the murderous chanting resumed, a righteous flying kick descended from the sky, knocking down the flying square subwoofer and the vibrating panpipes behind it.

"What are you singing so early in the morning! Can't a person get any sleep?! I've put up with you for too long!"

Amidst a furious roar, the pink-haired fox witch protested through gritted teeth. Just as the tyrant turned around, puffed out his small chest, and prepared to repeat his old trick, a sudden numbness shot through the back of his neck, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed straight to the ground.

Tamamo-no-Mae skillfully performed a Chinese-style turtle binding, gagging the mouth of a certain soul singer. With a series of changing hand seals, she left no less than 20 sound-sealing and binding magic seals in a few breaths. Then, like a virtuous wife and loving mother returning from the market with a turtle, she handed the instigator to Samael's arms.

Wait, why did I try to reason with this brat in the first place?! It seems like just knocking him out was the right thing to do!

Samael looked at Nero, who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and came to his senses. His lips twitched. He realized that he seemed to have been led astray by Nero from the very beginning.

"Curse Layer - Wide Sunshine!"

Immediately, Tamamo-no-Mae secretly formed hand seals, releasing a warm aura from her body. The golden halo formed by the surging ether, originating from the power of the sun god, spread outwards, pulling the poor audience members, whose Sanity had been reduced to zero and who had fallen into chaos because of this indescribable sound, back to reality, restoring their sanity and making them clear-headed.

The ravaged citizens, their legs weak and wanting to weep, fearing the return of that mind-numbing demonic voice, helped each other and scrambled away from the scene of the crime.

Xiaoyu, you really are a clever fox!

Seeing this, Samael felt pleased and cast an approving glance at the hero who had quelled the unrest.

Oh dear, don't praise someone like that, it'll make them blush.

Furthermore, helping you solve your problems shouldn't just be about verbal praise, right? Those who make outstanding contributions should be rewarded accordingly. You are the king, and you should understand this better than I do.

So, you'll have to collect my reward yourself later.

Tamamo-no-Mae smiled and resonated with the divine will, conveying her inner thoughts. Then, she winked charmingly and playfully, swayed her hips, and headed towards her home to continue catching up on her sleep.

However, as a result, many shops on the street also closed down.

"Snapped…"

Just as the dessert shop owner was preparing to lower the barriers and close for the day to soothe his wounded heart, a fair arm with star-like markings suddenly clung to the window.

"She hasn't paid yet..."

Attila stared intently at the basket of pastries in the cupboard, reiterating dryly.

"No need to pay! This is a gift for you! I swear in the name of Athena, really!"

The slightly overweight boss, with a start, grabbed the basket with lightning speed and shoved it directly into Attila's arms.

The shopkeeper's incredible speed, leaving only afterimages, made Samael deeply suspect that he was hiding his true abilities and might be a descendant of Hermes, the god of speed.

"Paying for things is a sign of good civilization..."

Attila blinked in confusion, swallowed hard, and murmured a reiteration.

"No! Thank you all for patronizing my business, but this isn't a purchase, it's a gift! Please go to another store..."

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and sobbing uncontrollably, the poor shop owner, recalling the scene just now, trembled uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease. His legs went weak and he almost knelt down. In a pleading manner, he finally handed over the basket and begged the plague-mongers with a forced smile to go and afflict other shops.

"Fine, take it. I'll hand over the reported losses to Ares Mountain for handling."

As the boss lowered the barrier, locked the doors and windows, and clattered heavy objects against the door, Samael looked at Attila, who was standing in front of the door holding a basket, hesitating and lost in thought. He twitched his lips helplessly and tried to comfort her.

With Samael's promise, the Hun king was finally satisfied and picked up his bountiful harvest. Following the lead of several Valkyries, he walked and ate with his head down.

After handing the remaining game over to the nearby guards, Samael finally returned to the side hall of Mount Ares.

However, a figure following closely behind also entered the main hall.

"I'm so sorry for the trouble I've caused you... Please punish me..."

Brunhilde clutched her chest and stepped forward to apologize in shame.

Samael looked up at the Valkyrie, his gaze lingering there silently.

The Valkyrie's delicate body writhed uncomfortably, her face growing even more embarrassed. She lowered her head further, uttering a plea as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Your Highness...please don't...gaze at me like that..."

"You were dragged into this mess by Nero, and you can't refuse because of your personality. It must have been tough on you. Alright, let's not talk about punishment. It wasn't your fault. Protecting this girl across the Chaos Sea and keeping an eye on Attila must have been tough. You must be tired. Go and get some rest."

Samael chuckled and shook his head, his eyes clear.

Behind every unruly child, there is a rebellious adult backing them up.

But the bear behind Nero should be primarily blamed on a certain stubborn good-for-nothing, plus a glass of courage-boosting wine that this brat somehow managed to get his hands on.

"Please don't... cover up my guilt... don't... be so gentle... I'm afraid I'll..."

Brunhilde clutched her chest with her right hand, her pretty face, though raised amidst her emotional turmoil, still conveyed sorrow and self-reproach, her purple eyes burning with a fierce flame.

"Stop! Is this punishment? I broke my water glass when I heard Nero singing. That's your remaining punishment. Come and help me wipe the table."

Seeing this, Samael's heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly pointed to the water stains on the table and immediately gave the stubborn Valkyrie something to do to prevent her from having too much free time and overthinking things.

"I will obey your command!"

The Valkyrie smiled again, nodded emphatically in agreement, and immediately stepped forward to cleanly sweep the water stains off the table.

puff...

However, Samael, who pulled out a chair and sat down to the side, looked down at a tea stain on his trousers, his eyes filled with resentment, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

"I'm...sorry...I was too impatient..."

Brunhilde stammered awkwardly, and on a whim, grabbed a towel and moved it toward the stain.

"I promise there won't be any more trouble this time..."

As the Valkyrie spoke, she hurriedly reached out, preparing to make amends for her mistake.

"Cough cough, no need, really no need, I can manage on my own..."

"...If possible, please don't move. I will do my best to..."

Samael raised his hand and placed it on Brunhilde's shoulder, chuckling as he tried to dissuade her, but the more he did so, the more determined and stubborn the Valkyrie became as she lowered her body.

boom!

Just then, the wooden carved door was violently kicked open, and a clumsy pink-haired girl with bunny ears, dragging her two sisters behind her, rushed into the hall excitedly, shouting and yelling.

"Big sister, have you returned to Mount Ares to resign? We..."

In an instant, Hilde's gaze was fixed on the two figures entangled in front of the desk, and her brain froze.

At this moment, the Valkyrie, who was trying to make amends, straightened her buttocks, bent down and crawled under the table, placing one hand on Samael's thigh, her head appearing between the prince's waist and abdomen, while Samael pressed down on Brunhilde's shoulder, as if exerting force.

"..."

"..."

Slud and Otlind stared at each other, their faces blank.

"Ahem, let me explain, it's not..."

"We didn't see anything!"

As soon as Samael opened his mouth, Hilde hurriedly raised her hand to cover her face, but through the gap between her fingers, her darting eyes secretly peeked behind the desk.

"We know nothing!"

Slud turned her head away, pounded her chest with her right fist, then grabbed the clumsy fellow beside her and left the hall, considerately closing the door behind her.

"You can continue..."

Having been dragged outside, Otlind closed her book and offered a very natural and sincere reminder.

Samael turned to look at Brunhilde, who was utterly ashamed, his gaze filled with resentment.

Now, he can't clear his name even if he jumps into the Yellow River.

Chapter 125 I, Samael, never lie! (1/3)

In the awkward atmosphere, Samael patiently offered words of advice and psychological guidance, finally managing to calm Brunhilde down.

Subsequently, the Ancient Serpent delegated the tasks of coordinating with the Amazonian warriors and controlling the Norse berserkers and druids to Brunhilde, and everything returned to calm.

Therefore, it's better for some people to keep busy, so that when they're idle and have no goals, they don't start to overthink.

Samael looked out onto the porch, his fighting spirit and energy renewed as he watched the Valkyrie walk away. He muttered a complaint to himself, but when he looked back at the mountain of documents and urgent reports piled up on his desk, taller than anyone else, the ancient serpent was momentarily speechless.

Busy as I am, can't you at least give me a way to make a living?

Is this meant to make him follow in Gilgamesh's footsteps and eventually die from overwork at his desk?

Damn it, a bunch of useless cowards produced by democratic politics! Besides empty talk, infighting, and hogging the spoils, none of them can be relied on!

His Majesty the Holy King cursed the already rotten political staff in the council chamber, feeling utterly helpless. With absolute power in his hands, he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and bury himself in hard work.

By noon, having finally finished dealing with about half of the urgent tasks, Samael, feeling dizzy and ravenous, was starving.

Just then, the aroma of food wafted from the doorway.

Lamb chops...date porridge...and wheat cakes...

Samael looked up, closed his eyes, and sniffed, making a firm judgment. Then he opened his eyes, smiled, and looked at the purple-haired goddess infant carrying a food box, knocking on the door and entering the hall.

The two old friends smiled at each other, one swept the table, and the other opened the food box and took out the meal. They then sat down on either side of each other and enjoyed lunch together. An unspoken understanding arose spontaneously.

"Have you met the people I brought from Northern Europe?"

"Hmm, the berserkers and druids on the ship are no less than the Greek elites in the war of the Titans. Moreover, they can make use of the remains of the Star Vanguard to create new aids like Valkyria. It seems that Odin, the chief god of Norse mythology, is not simple either."

“The smarter you are, the harder you are to fool. I’ve basically taken all the chips from him and they’re all in the port of Icarus. If the situation in Greece is detrimental to the interests of Northern Europe, this guy might just turn around and sell me out.”

Samael took a bite of the wheat cake and complained irritably.

The previous battle to kill the gods in Rome produced a secret scroll made from the leaves of the World Tree.

Odin was unlikely to have colluded with the Persians, but he certainly had no interest in breaking ties with the two major pantheons of Persia and Egypt for the sake of the Panhellenic alliance.

The credibility of the Aesir gods is just so-so.

In their quest to become the dominant power among the nine Nordic countries, they have committed countless unethical acts, including deception, fraud, and breaking promises.

In terms of virtue, the Greek gods were all quite good.

"What are your plans for Northern Europe?"

Anna clenched her fists on the table, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, her tone resolute.

Given Samael's personality, problems that can be spoken out openly are often no longer problems.

As expected, upon hearing this, the ancient serpent's lips curled into a sinister smile, its vertical pupils narrowed, a smile bloomed on its face, and it began to chant.

"Black smoke obscured the sun, and the sky suddenly went dark; cracks appeared in the earth, and fortresses sank into the sea."

Shining stars fell from the sky, and gushing filth plunged everything into chaos.