Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The boss nodded, looking at the beautiful white-haired lady beside him with a mixture of awe and pity.

Chapter Eight: The Eldest Sister Who excels at serving

As the renowned feast was solemnly served, Mary only glanced at it before her eager expression froze on her face.

There, a golden-brown pie was filled with seven kinds of fish, including sardines, tuna, sand eels, herring, dogfish, and cod. Their heads were sticking out, and their eyes, pale and horrifying, stared straight at the sky, giving them a look of unresolved death. The appearance was quite shocking.

The strange mix of sweet and salty smells made Mary's nose itch and she wanted to sneeze immediately.

Tearing open the flatbread reveals marinated and grilled fish; some have sharp teeth, showing signs of demonic transformation; others are charred and bulging, resembling the pitted skin of a crocodile; still others are reddish-white, clearly undercooked…

In short, the appearance of the ingredients has done its best to show that they are inedible.

Tsk, ever since we parted ways in Uruk, that bastard Merlin has actually managed to recreate the famous dish that he casually mentioned back then.

The lingering smell of burnt food and fish immediately stirred up Samael's past memories.

Amidst reminiscence and playful banter, the ancient snake's lips curled into a smile.

"This was specially ordered for you. Please eat it and don't be shy."

Back then, he and Anna were traumatized by Merlin's cooking in the Reed Plains.

Now, it's time for another "King's Mentor" to experience the consequences of karma.

"No need, big sister. I am a dream demon, a dream eater. Human food is not good for me if I eat too much."

Mary blinked, her tone sincere, and quietly pushed the thing that was driving her sanity crazy aside.

The reason is exactly the same as that of the scoundrel Merlin back then...

The strange sense of dislocation between time, space, and people made Samael feel somewhat disoriented.

"Now that we've arrived in Cornwall, what are your plans for the next step?"

Mary rolled her eyes, becoming unusually serious, and skillfully changed the subject to exonerate herself.

Indeed, the two were not chasing each other aimlessly; they were currently in the birthplace of King Arthur.

That's why you can find dishes like "Looking Up at the Stars," a traditional Chinese dish, in taverns.

Samael didn't bother to expose the woman's thoughts and glanced indifferently at his ally.

"You come from Paradise, this is your mission, tell me your thoughts first."

"First find the creatures or weaknesses associated with her, then cast a spell to command her to shut down the Age of Britain. It's that simple."

Mary blinked and made a casual suggestion.

Samael responded with a forced smile, repeating his previous statement.

"You go first, I'll cover you."

The white-haired older sister immediately looked away and changed the subject.

That being said, after the Knight King defeated Vortigern, the incarnation of the island, and unified the entire territory of Britain, the mysterious blessing had reached its peak.

The success rate of trying to control a deity through sorcery is predictably low.

Besides, he didn't remember that nightmares were fairies who were very good at cursing.

“This is where she was born, and her adoptive father’s family. Sir Hector seems to live in Cornwall. Perhaps this is a breakthrough, or…”

"If you think you're not dying fast enough, I can send you to the King of Knights."

"How about we unite with Vortigern and seize power? Once you become the ruler of Britain, replace that knight-king, and master the mysteries of the land, you can bring this age of gods to a close on your own."

As the discussion deepened, Meryl, unusually, became more interested and took things more seriously, finally offering some sound advice.

"To be honest, I'm very good at serving kings, and I guarantee I can guide you to become a wise and virtuous ruler!"

Mary blinked, her expression resolute.

I believe you!

Samael chuckled and scoffed at the idea.

In another timeline, you successfully turned a king into a gynophobe, leading him to his ultimate demise, while you watched the drama unfold with a grin.

However, seeing that Meryl had finally remembered the important matter, Samael softened his attitude and shook his head slightly with a frown.

"Vortigern has accumulated too much negative emotion on this island, and there is no way to clear his name of colluding with foreign races. In addition, the Twelve Dynasties Wars have basically drained his potential, so there is no value in keeping him."

He had considered using a fair and square strategy to win military victories, and his trip to Bashan Mountain was also an attempt to assess the relative strengths of both sides.

However, he woke up too late. The situation in Britain was basically set, and Vortigern had lost his usefulness.

"The strongest fortresses are often breached from within."

Samael tapped the table with his bent fingers, offering a quiet reminder.

"I understand!"

Mei clapped her hands in sudden realization, a hint of joy, as if the clouds had parted and the sun had shone through, appearing in her eyes.

"You want to infiltrate the Knights of the Round Table and sow discord among them?"

Samael nodded slightly. The disintegration of the Round Table was driven by a sense of destiny. If one were in the right position, one could have easily witnessed Britain's collapse without even having to do anything.

Immediately, the ancient snake glanced at Meryl, its soft hum carrying a pointed meaning.

“Originally, Mount Bashan was a great opportunity…”

"Stories where you can guess the ending right away are too boring; a journey should always have some surprises."

The culprit replied with a smile, showing no remorse for disrupting the Knight King's slaying of his nemesis and incidentally harming Samael.

"Forget it, it's getting late. Let's rest for the night and discuss things further when we arrive in the holy city of Camelot tomorrow."

Knowing the nature of this despicable woman, Samael didn't bother to pursue the matter, got up, paid the bill, and left.

Before leaving, Samael refused to let Melly follow him, so as not to see her and be bothered by her.

"I'll treat you to the meal, but you'll have to find your own place to stay."

As night fell, the white-haired older sister stopped at the entrance of the tavern, tactfully waving goodbye, and smiling as she watched her companion, who still needed time to adjust, walk further and further away.

That woman didn't come along?

Half an hour later, Samael emerged from the quiet alley, glanced at the Excalibur in his hand, and looked rather regretfully.

Well, after all this running around, I can finally relax and get a good night's sleep.

Immediately, the man composed himself, found a decent-looking hotel, and settled in.

A wonderful hot shower comfortably opens up clogged pores, allowing for ventilation from all sides.

In high spirits, Samael slid onto the bed and snuggled into the warm blankets.

As night deepened, the ancient snake's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, its fleeting consciousness falling, falling, falling in the chaos.

Until a pair of fair arms pulled him into a soft embrace.

Samael...

Her voluptuous figure, her all-encompassing curves, and her radiant, star-like eyes captivated the divine child in the goddess's arms.

Mother Goddess…

The ancient serpent responded in a murmur, its eyes burning with fervor.

After repeated indulgences, the goddess, finally unable to withstand the onslaught, let out a high-pitched cry and fainted.

But soon, the woman he had been having intimate relations with to make up for his longing began to move on to new partners.

Ishtar and Ereshkigal intertwine their fingers; Athena and Themis bicker; the Medusa sisters frolic; the Talontaur launches a wild attack; the decks of the Argonauts tremble violently…

A beautiful spring dream brings almost endless enchantment.

The scattered lights around also illuminated the darkness near Samael.

The ever-changing face in his arms finally settled into a beautiful woman with blinking purple eyes, laughing and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Damn it!

Samael awoke with a start; a sweet dream had turned into a nightmare.

Snapped!

But as he suddenly sat up, a fair arm dangled from his shoulder, and the ancient snake stiffly turned its head.

The white-haired older sister, lying fully clothed on one side, yawned, her face flushed and satisfied, like a cat that had just had a good meal.

Those fair fingers lifted her chin, her dreamy purple eyes smiled as she looked at the stiff-faced victim, asking him a teasing question.

"I knew it! Big sister, I'm really good at serving, in every sense of the word..."

Chapter Nine: The Dream Demon Old Master

Nightmares, also known as succubi or nymphs.

Legend has it that they are female demons who descend into men's dreams while they sleep and have intercourse with them, drawing their vital essence from the pleasure of human souls to satisfy their hunger.

As for Meli, as a fairy of the Great Mother level, she is a dream demon with a very high purity of bloodline.

Samael stared at the open window and at the succubus lying beside him, her arm propping up her cheek as she smiled and scrutinized him, veins bulging on her forehead and her face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Without a doubt, he was just attacked by this nightmare in the night.

The enchanting scenes in that dream were the various desires that this woman had aroused in me.

"You're awake? You were quite energetic last night."

"boom……"

The victim's arm reached out to grasp, but the figure lying on its side watching the show transformed into a flurry of petals, which then gathered again on the chair.

"Merry!"

Recalling his unconscious indulgence, Samael felt a surge of anger and his facial muscles twitched violently, his face filled with shame and indignation.

"Why are you so angry? Aren't you enjoying it?"

The white-haired older sister gracefully crossed her legs, observing Samael's reaction with great interest, and winked with a smile, teasing him.

"Then I should thank you?"

Samael gritted his teeth, staring at the despicable woman in the room, and spoke with a forced smile.

Although I have to admit, it's really exhilarating to be like this.

The illusions woven by nightmares can bring people extremely strong spiritual pleasure.

After all, anything can happen in dreams.

Therefore, ordinary people with weak willpower, after experiencing this kind of bliss a few times, will become addicted to it and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

But illusion is ultimately just illusion.

As a nightmare demon, although Mary wove this dream, she did not need to personally participate.

It's equivalent to appreciating a certain 3D high-definition film art from the perspective of watching a movie, as if you were actually there.

He has several terabytes of study materials stored in his cloud drive. It's good that he has this hobby of watching videos, but did he ever think that he would become an object of others' viewing pleasure?

Just now, Samael, as the male protagonist, appeared in a virtual scene, filming live, and became aroused by a pile of dream bubbles...

So, Merry was a funny person, and he became the funny one.

"Although you did a good deed, there's no need for thanks. Let's make up."

As the temperature in the room plummeted, Mary spoke with a sincere expression, appearing very generous, but after getting off the chair, she honestly moved toward the open window.

"Come here, I promise I won't beat you to death!"

Overwhelmed with shame, the ancient serpent donned his clothes, got out of bed, and summoned his holy sword with a sinister gaze, seeking revenge with ferocious intent.

"Boom! Boom!"

Just then, a dull rumble of collapsing walls came from the alleyway below the hostel.

The two, whose atmosphere was tense, simultaneously froze, their gazes hardening and their demeanor hardening.

"Ouch..."