Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

The fairies, drenched in the splatter, screamed in terror and retreated hastily.

At the same time, crimson blood energy converged towards the central square, forming an eerie halo.

Beneath the blood cocoon, a pale, twisted arm pushed aside the shriveled deer carcass.

Under the incredulous and horrified gazes of the fairies, the fairy girl with hideous wounds on her limbs, resembling a broken doll, stood up unsteadily in a bizarre posture.

"Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhhhhh! It's all your fault! It's all your fault! Kill them all! Kill all those boring fairies and weak creatures!"

The demon, returning from the blood-red inferno, murmured venomous words, and the surrounding crimson hue surged violently, as if one could hear the wailing and lamentation of countless evil spirits.

Run!

In an instant, the goosebumps that erupted on their skin and the chill that seeped into their bones and souls terrified the fairies present. The thought of fleeing for their lives arose in their hearts, and they immediately screamed and scattered in all directions, doing everything they could to get away from this blood-red purgatory.

"Ha, ha...Found you, caught you...! I will never... let you escape...! Painful Cry...!!"

Under the chilling moonlight, the crimson fairy slowly raised her head, her gaze locking onto familiar figures. A maniacal, eccentric laugh spread across her face, and her twisted arms stretched forward. Suddenly, her fingers clenched into a fist.

Puff puff puff!

In an instant, like the muffled sound of a dropper piercing a water sac, bursts of blood mist erupted from the frantically running fairies.

At the same time, those blood-red spikes, like flower petals, bloomed from the inside out on the fleeing fairy's body.

Bloody yet alluring, terrifying yet beautiful!

At this moment, one by one, the victims' flesh and blood were torn apart, their bones were shattered, and on the blood-soaked red and black earth, only pairs of fairy heels remained.

Those were the hunters' chosen treasures!

"Ha... Ah... Ah... Run away... Bugs!"

"...I'm going to crush...chop...and eat them all...!"

The crimson goblin, standing atop the pile of corpses, made a pronouncement with great interest, its eyes filled with malice, like a wildcat toying with a mouse in its claws.

With a wave of his pale arm, a blood-red light curtain rose from the ground around the village, completely sealing it off as a hunting ground isolated from the outside world.

A bloody massacre ensued.

hum!

In an instant, as if the blood-dripping crimson sky shattered like a mirror, a beam of calm lake light shone into this world filled with bloodshed and madness.

"Who...are you? Do you know where those guys are? We have to find them as soon as possible. While I'm still...alone..."

In the center of the village, now a charred ruin scorched by the fire, a monster, maliciously awakened, tilts its head and asks questions intermittently to the figure before it.

Using the secret technique [Water Mirror], the witch who could see into the past slowly opened her eyes, lightly tapped her scepter, and several conspicuous points of light lit up in hidden corners.

The azure lake light shone on the terrified, distorted faces, revealing a chilling coldness.

"Hahaha! Found them! Found them! Thank you, thank you, stranger! Thanks to you, I found those guys!"

A fairy girl, bathed in blood and moonlight, giggles with delight.

"Crush them...crush them, crush them! Ants gathered before the honey...crush them all with my heel!! Hehehe, hehe...ahahahahaha!"

The girl moved with cat-like steps, the blood-red light in her hand coalescing between her fingers into an exquisite silver-gray cone hammer, with a blood-red heart-shaped gem inlaid in the center of the hammer.

As the hammer was lightly raised, the crimson stain swirled and drew towards the center, and the fairies hidden in various places screamed as they were dragged out from the shadows.

"Wait, Bavan Shi, this has nothing to do with us!"

"We love you the most. We are innocent. Please let us go."

"No! Help! How could this happen!"

"Ouch, that hurts! My hand! My foot!"

Amidst curses and pleas for mercy, the demons' muscles, bones, and blood were compressed by a strange force, their bodies emitting constant, unbearable groans, until they were finally reduced to tiny, doll-like ants.

boom!

The delicate little hammer struck down, abruptly silencing the chaotic screams and shouts, and one after another, eerie bloodthorn flowers bloomed.

After a long, dark night, the morning sun finally pierced through the gloom and darkness, shining down on the earth.

The desolate village, burned to the ground, is desolate and lifeless, with wisps of smoke rising from it.

Even as the light shines down, the two remaining vibrant lives find refuge in the dim shadows of the trees.

A gentle breeze swept by, diluting the lingering smell of blood.

The pink-haired girl, curled up in the witch's lap and sleeping like a baby, awoke from her long slumber with fluttering eyelashes, her gray eyes filled with confusion.

"...Huh? Who...am I? What have I been doing all this time...it seems like I've been living through a happy dream..."

“Bavan Shi, you are a witch, my daughter…”

Morgan lowered her head, placed her five fingers behind the fairy girl's head, gently combed her slightly messy pink hair, and answered thoughtfully, her azure eyes filled with calmness and gentleness.

"Ah! I remember now... I'm a witch! Look at me, Mother!"

Bawan Xi's dull eyes suddenly sparkled, and her little face was flushed with excitement.

But then, the fairy girl's gaze fell upon the ravaged land and the village amidst the embers, and a sharp pain shot through her mind. Her trembling hands instinctively clutched her head, her small face contorted in agony as she murmured in pain.

"Ugh, my head hurts so much... What's wrong?"

For some reason, my eyes stung, and glistening tears slid down my cheeks.

But before that inexplicable sadness could brew and grow in her heart, a pair of warm fingers cupped the fairy girl's cheeks, the thumb gently wiping away the tears on her fragrant cheeks, and solemnly gave her some advice.

"Cheer up, Bavan Shi. If you want to stay by my side, you can't be so weak. At least you have to get rid of your bad habit of crying."

"Ah! Mother, please don't abandon me, I will definitely do it!"

A strong sense of panic welled up within her; the fear of losing this support made Bawan Xi's face turn pale, and she hurriedly made a promise without regard for anything else.

"I will train you to become a qualified knight, so that you will never be bullied by others again."

The witch gently stroked the fairy girl's head, her tone slow and her gaze distant. Having taught a bunch of round tables, she naturally had the right to do so.

Morgan then noticed a small, newly added grave beside the village and added with a frown.

"Remember, I'd rather you dominate and oppress others than become a pathetic wretch to be bullied!"

"I will! I promise!"

The fairy girl made a solemn promise, a hint of madness flashing in her eyes.

Yes! Apart from Mother, everything else in this world is just an insect that can be trampled on at will! Pigs!

The stronger I am, the more I bully them, the happier my mother will be, and the more she will love me!

Hehe, it's definitely right!

The lovely girl, having figured out the connection, was no longer afraid. She nodded vigorously, feeling incredibly happy.

As the sun rose higher and the fog dissipated, two shadows, nestled beneath a magical barrier, crossed the desolate village and gradually disappeared into the distance.

That lovely little girl with red heels, who was very popular in the village and brought smiles to everyone's faces, is now dead.

Her hair, stained crimson by bloody wails, was born from grief and despair. She wrapped herself in rampage and distortion as armor, disguised herself with madness and cruelty, and became the Rose Knight blooming amidst thorns.

Similarly, she was a cute girl who constantly "tried" to gain her mother's love...

Chapter Thirty-Eight: This wine is all water!

In the city of Gloucester, at the mansion of Murian, Habertrot, Samael, Morgan, and the others reunited and exchanged information.

After learning the whole story, everyone felt deeply moved, pitying and heartbroken for Bawan Shi's plight.

Samael took a sip of hot tea, his gentle gaze drifting towards the courtyard.

"Hehe, you pig, don't even think about running away!"

"Stomping on them one by one is too much trouble, go die, die, die, die!"

At this moment, the protagonist of the story is lying on the ground, dripping honey to attract nearby ants, and then playfully raising his red heel to crush these little creatures in circles, while occasionally uttering nasty mutters.

Instantly, the ancient serpent's eyes froze, and its lips twitched slightly.

The child is still young, please be understanding.

That dramatic change caused her personality to swing from one extreme to another.

The things that a child once hated may be the very things she once cherished, and the so-called bad tastes she now enjoys may actually be the result of her past experiences or even the suffering she endured.

In the past, she had never received love from anyone. Now, she could only receive praise from Morgan, who was her "mother," when she "abused the weak." She then realized that this was what happiness was.

So, let's look at it from a different perspective.

Yes, she's just a cute girl who keeps trying to gain her mother's love...

I guess so……

The ancient snake turned its head to comfort and hypnotize itself, making excuses for the poor fairy girl in the courtyard.

After playing a prank, Bavan Shi, having grown tired of it, turned and rushed into the living room, like a lost fawn in the forest, throwing herself into her mother's arms.

"Mother, this toy is really boring. It breaks as soon as you play with it. Tch, it has no value except for making a whimpering sound."

Her pale, delicate face nestled close to Morgan's chest, nuzzling him affectionately. She mumbled a dissatisfied grumble, but her gray eyes overflowed with a joyful satisfaction from the contact.

"You must be Bavanshi? It's a pleasure to meet you. Let's get along well in the future."

Samael gave a gentle smile and pondered, preparing to make a good impression on the new girl who had just joined the team.

"Tch, who wants to get along with you! You're so unsophisticated! You have no taste at all! Can you believe I can smell the stench of trash from afar? Ugh, it's disgusting! I'm warning you, stay away from Mother from now on!"

Suddenly, like a wildcat sensing a threat, the little girl gripped Morgan's right arm tightly with both hands, glared at Samael's gray eyes filled with hostility, and her cherry-red lips spewed out a barrage of derogatory words.

Instantly, the warm expression on Samael's face froze, his blood pressure soared, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Wearing a hood in broad daylight, is it because you're too ugly and afraid of strangers?"

Bawan Shih turned around with her hands on her hips, looking down at the only male creature beside her mother Morgan, and launched into another round of sarcastic remarks.

The pink-haired fairy girl in front of me perfectly embodies the meaning of "super high looks, super bad personality☆".

At that moment, a crisp cracking sound came from the cuffs on both sides of Samael's sleeves.

It's hard, the fist is hard.

The ancient snake snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, put on a "kind" smile, turned to look at Morgan, pointed to Bavan Shi, who was standing next to him with her head held high like a victorious rooster, and spoke in an unusually gentle tone.

Can I hit her?

"..."

Morgan, feeling sorry for the child's plight, was troubled.

"Oh, by the way, from last night to this morning, she got into trouble with seven groups of fairies in the vicinity alone, fought with four of them, and even smashed two stalls. She was even reported to Murian afterwards. I helped her clean up the mess, but I didn't have time to tell you."

Samael added insult to injury with a smile, informing Morgan, as his guardian, of the numerous misdeeds Bavan Shi had committed since arriving in Gloucester.

"As long as she wasn't bullied, that's good. I'll teach her a lesson when I have time..."

Morgan glanced at the rather troublesome Bavan Sheehan with slight surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then responded with considerable protectiveness.

Sure enough, unruly parents and unruly children always come in pairs.

Samael glanced at Morgan, his smile fading, and spoke calmly.

"So, education has turned you into those round tables?"

Morgan immediately understood the implied meaning, his face stiffened, and he was speechless.

Currently, four of the Knights of the Round Table are disciples of this witch.

They are Gawain, Gahoris, Gareth, and Agravivan, and because of their bloodline and talents, they all hold pivotal positions in the Knights of the Round Table.

However, after joining the Round Table, all four of them, unsurprisingly, distanced themselves from their creator, Morgan, and became staunch supporters of the Knight King, Artoria.

Even Mordred, the rebellious knight on whom Morgan placed high hopes, initially forgot his mission, worshipped the King of Knights as a god, and called his mother Morgan an "unfathomable schemer."

Goodness, the chances of Morgan's camp turning against them have successfully advanced to 100%.

This witch worked so hard to seize power, but all the people she sent out ended up strengthening the Knights of the Round Table.

A perfect talent transporter.

No, to be precise, the probability of rebellion should be 120%...