Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

At this moment, her eyes, which were tightly closed beneath the veil, opened with difficulty through a slit, and she stole a glance at the scene from the corner of her eye.

Only after confirming that there was no longer any threat from those monsters around did Morgan reluctantly open his eyes completely, his gaze falling on his two dusty-faced companions below, a hint of unease flashing in his eyes.

"They're just some demonic insects, surely it's not worth using a large-scale ritual incantation?"

Samael shook off the sand and dust, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Just now, as they were passing through this wasteland, they were attacked by a large number of Naraku Insects, which blocked their carriage.

These filths, born from the corpses of the dead, resemble caterpillars and flies, crawling and flying everywhere, gnawing on the soil, polluting water sources, and mutating animals along the way.

That scene was a nightmare for people with trypophobia.

As a result, Morgan, who was in the car, saw this scene and went berserk.

He didn't know if the demonic insects were all dead, but they were almost blasted into the sky by Morgan first.

"It's always good to be cautious."

Morgan responded righteously and sternly, but his eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.

"Why don't you just say you're scared? Haha, I never thought that a rare witch would be afraid of a caterpillar."

The white-haired succubus older sister scratched her messy long hair, immediately exposing the true nature of Morgan's overreaction, and mocked him with a smile.

"I am not afraid of weak or ugly things; on the contrary, they excite me more!"

Morgan glanced coldly at Mary and proudly raised her head to declare.

"They're just insects, leave them to me. Next time, you just need to stand behind me!"

"No need for next time, let's do it this time. How about you lead the way?"

Mary immediately blocked the witch's escape route, pointing forward with her eyes full of encouragement and mockery.

"...I just cast a spell, and my magic power is insufficient..."

Morgan lowered his head and looked away.

"I'll take care of scouting; it's my job."

Samael glared at the troublemaker, Meryl, and took the initiative to take over the task.

To Morgan, this gentle murmur was like heavenly music.

"it is good!"

The witch immediately withdrew her right foot from the edge of the bedrock, gripped her wand tightly with both hands, and nodded emphatically.

"I'll support you with magic from behind!"

"Uh, let's forget it."

Samael glanced at the uneven wasteland, feeling uneasy, and shook his head with a forced smile, politely declining.

Just now, this woman was casting a spell with her eyes closed.

He was afraid that Morgan might casually chop him up.

Samael, the only one who could keep Merry in check, was walking further and further away. The two women stared at each other, falling into a brief silence.

But the white-haired nightmare, who rarely gets a chance to amuse himself, stuck to his usual self-destructive style and lazily leaned against the carriage with his arms crossed, delivering another round of sarcastic remarks to Morgan.

"See? He's safer now that you're not helping him."

"You talk as if you're any good! A great-mother level fairy, all you can do is lock picking, stealth, disguise, and illusion—such low-level magic. You even bite your tongue if you chant incantations too fast. You're a disgrace to sorcerers!"

With no one around, Morgan no longer concealed his disgust for the white-haired nightmare and immediately sneered, responding sharply.

"Tch, you underestimate me? Big sister knows a lot of magic tricks!"

Mary raised her delicate, smooth chin and couldn't help but boast.

"for example?"

"Magic Eye?"

"That's talent, not technique..."

"Uh, so weaving dreams? Turning yourself into flower petals? Turning attacks into flower petals..."

"...Isn't this still an illusion..."

Morgan looked disdainful, gripping his wand tightly, a sense of superiority welling up within him.

"Moreover, I have a basic grasp of the spells of the six major fairy clans. What you know, I also know. What you are not good at, I am also proficient in!"

As a rare witch, Morgan possesses exceptional talent and is naturally qualified to say such things.

Especially under the mysterious protection of Britain, she has a thorough understanding and learning of the native fairy magic, and is skilled in four types of magic: "Mirror", "Tower", "Courtyard" and "Coffin".

Among them, "Mirror" is a type of magic that involves detection, defense, and reflection, and can also be used for short-distance teleportation.

"Tower" is a barrier magic that covers a fixed area and has the privilege of domination.

The “Court” is quite complex, involving the spiritual realm and including categories such as “dreams”, “abyss”, “disappointment”, and “the innocent”. The “Court of the Innocent” can theoretically imprison a fairy of the Great Mother level, while the “Court of Disappointment” is a constant series of negative psychological attacks on the imprisoned.

The "coffin" represents the realm of repair and regeneration, and can also serve as a medium for creating clones.

In addition, there's the holy lance woven from magic, the magical insignia that dominates other species, and the ancient, albeit somewhat incomplete, runes...

Morgan was quite accomplished in all of these areas.

In comparison, the fairy sorceress, Melly, seemed rather shabby.

After several encounters, aside from running away and observing from the sidelines, I never saw this woman properly provide support or deal much effective damage.

Mary wanted to retort, but after holding back for a long time, she could only reluctantly raise her hand and lightly touch the tip of her nose.

"I really don't know why Samael insisted on bringing you along as a burden."

Having regained the upper hand in his area of ​​expertise, Morgan immediately began to ridicule the white-haired nightmare before him without holding back.

"That's because there's one skill in which you're definitely not as good as me!"

After suffering repeated defeats, Mary glanced at the figure in the distance, her eyes immediately darting around, and she retorted with a smile.

"what?"

Morgan, with his exceptional talent, was unconcerned and asked with a cold laugh.

The female nightmare gently lifted her delicate chin, smiled ambiguously, and declared triumphantly.

"Serving, oh, I'm very good at serving."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Morgan's face twitched, and he was speechless.

Chapter Twenty: I didn't eat your rice!

Fifteen minutes later, Samael returned to his original spot.

But for some reason, in that short time, Gu She felt that the atmosphere around the carriage was inexplicably subtle.

The two women looked at him with a hint of unease.

Samael, feeling uneasy after being stared at for so long, couldn't help but ask a question.

"Uh, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong?"

"fine……"

"Everything is fine..."

The two women immediately looked away and spoke at the same time, their actions and tones showing an inexplicable tacit understanding.

Weren't they just on the verge of a fight, arguing back and forth? How come they're so in sync now?

This unexpected turn of events left Samael scratching his head, completely baffled.

Tsk, women, I just don't understand them...

After muttering a slight complaint to himself, Samael quickly broke the silence and steered the conversation back on track.

"We'll probably have to change course."

"what happened?"

When the conversation turned to business, Morgan immediately composed himself, his expression turning serious.

"On the one hand, the roadbed is severely damaged, making it difficult for horse-drawn carriages to pass..."

At this point, Samuelton paused, his gaze falling on the wand in his employer's hand.

Morgan's expression froze, and he turned his head slightly.

Without a doubt, this is her fault.

Yes, using a wide-range ritual incantation to bombard demonic insects is indeed going too far.

Or, next time... next time, let's try a different method...

"On the other hand, the fog on the road is very thick, and we may encounter demonic insects ahead. In order to save time, it would be better for us to change our route."

Samael told the two what he had seen along the way.

“I’ve checked. If we cross the Red Soil Ridge and walk for another two hours, we can bypass this wasteland.”

The witch, who had a natural fear of creatures like caterpillars, nodded without hesitation.

Even Meryl, who habitually contradicts Morgan, unusually agreed.

After finalizing the route, in order to avoid being attacked in the wild, Samael immediately called two people and hurried on their way.

Fortunately, it seemed that due to Morgan's previous bombardment, the road was much cleaner. Apart from a few scattered monsters and two small waves of resurrected corpses, they did not encounter any significant obstacles.

Therefore, apart from the bumpy journey, the carriage quickly bypassed the wasteland and drove out of this dangerous area.

However, the rerouting also brought new problems.

According to the original plan, they were supposed to enter the town to rest and recuperate before nightfall.

However, having avoided certain locations, and with darkness falling and no villages or shops in sight, the three of them had no choice but to spend the night in the wilderness.

Fortunately, Samael always liked to be prepared for any eventuality, and he had sufficient supplies.

Furthermore, since the three of them were extraordinary, they were not afraid of monster attacks at all.

Therefore, after finding a suitable place to camp, the ancient snake stopped the carriage and began to set up tents, gather firewood, and prepare dinner.

Smoke rose from the flickering campfire, simmering mushrooms and the aroma of meat mixed with flatbread filled the air.

Mary, who never knew the meaning of politeness, furtively reached out her hand, ready to be the first to taste it.

Morgan, sitting opposite him, suddenly stood up from the dead tree, his expression hardening. His gaze sharpened.

Chi Chi!

At the same time, a bluish-black ripple shot out from the witch's hand, cutting through the bushes dozens of meters away at an angle that almost touched Mary's scalp.

"I only stole some food, I didn't eat any of your rice, why are you using magic to blast me away?"

The white-haired older sister obediently sat back down in her original seat, complaining irritably. Her purple eyes sparkled in the darkness, and her pointed words concealed a certain mockery.

However, Morgan ignored the nightmare's teasing, his gaze fixed on the bushes that had been mostly cut down, his voice cold and clear.

"Who? Come out!"

At some point, Samael beside him also placed his fingers on the hilt of the sword, slowly drawing out its sharpness, his vertical pupils slightly narrowed.

"3...2...1..."

"No...don't do it, we mean no harm!"

A moment later, two elongated figures emerged from behind the bushes, raised their hands, and cautiously walked to the firelight.

There are actually people here?

I knew it! Humans aren't that petty.

So, Morgan must be...

Meryl snapped out of her reverie, lost in thought, and smiled as she looked down at the condescending witch before her.

...Or was it intentional!