Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Morgan gently stroked Bavan Sheehan's head and spoke softly in his evaluation.

“Great, isn’t it? That’s Samael…”

"Ok?"

As the meaningful nasal sound echoed in her ears, the slightly smug little witch was instantly triggered by the lingering fear in her mind. She shuddered, her feet tingled, her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand up.

"It was a gift from Teacher Samael... I really like it..."

Bawan Shi hurriedly changed his words and secretly glanced at Samael's reaction out of the corner of his eye. Only when he confirmed that the demon's expression was normal did he breathe a sigh of relief.

They had an agreement that they could address each other casually in private, but in formal settings, they had to show the respect due to the occasion.

Otherwise, use your imagination...

Then, Samael looked at Morgan and smiled, offering his suggestion.

"Shoes alone seem a bit monotonous. How about you send a matching dress to celebrate Bavan Shi's arrival together?"

In a daze, Morgan's thoughts drifted back to that bloody night in the deserted village, to the little girl clutching the fragments of her red dress, who seemed to still be crying helplessly in the darkness.

A moment later, the sorrowful scene in the witch's mind shattered, and she came to her senses, nodding solemnly.

The past is gone; it's time to embrace a new beginning.

Upon seeing this, Bawan Xi's face was filled with joy. For some reason, he felt incredibly relaxed and at ease, as if some strong obsession was about to be fulfilled.

Unconsciously, the fairy girl developed a strange yet intense feeling towards a certain unscrupulous teacher.

Teacher Samael is such a good person!

Immediately, the finger poking her lower back brought the fairy girl back to her senses. She mustered her courage and nervously showed Morgan the manuscript.

"Mother, may I make you a pair of shoes?"

The somber witch was about to politely decline, hoping that Bawan Xi would focus more on improving herself and protecting herself, when her gaze fell on the person opposite her who was winking at her. After a slight hesitation, she slowly nodded.

"Well, as long as you like it."

"That won't do! This is a gift designed for Mother, so it must meet your needs and aesthetic preferences!"

Unexpectedly, when the topic of shoes came up, Bavan Shi became unusually excited and serious, holding up her manuscript and explaining to Morgan, along with her partner, the meanings behind the various styles and their corresponding design concepts.

Seeing Bavan Shi's seriousness, and with the frequent winks from someone opposite him, Morgan had no choice but to patiently join the discussion and ultimately select a design that incorporated the concept of a crystal shoe.

As the dust settled, the fairy girl's gray eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance. She immediately concealed the design close to her body as if it were a precious treasure, and solemnly promised a deadline for its completion. Then, like a happy butterfly, she fluttered away.

Watching the fairy-like girl disappear into the guest room and show off her shoes and clothes to the little girl Freya, Morgan remained silent for a moment, then turned to look at Samael beside him and asked quietly.

"How...did you do that?"

Samael readily explained the whole story, recounting the process of teaching Bawan Shi.

The method is actually very simple: first, use violence to break through the girl's protective shell, and then provide her with support and rescue in times of difficulty.

Therefore, in just a few hours, Samael and Bavan Shi established trust.

After that, the tried-and-true carrot and stick approach was used to gradually instill some concepts and behavioral norms to constrain her behavior.

Of course, Samael had no need, nor any interest, in portraying Bavan Shi as some kind of virtuous fairy.

But the idea that "she only received praise from Morgan as a 'mother' when she 'abused the weak,' and thus she realized that this was happiness" is far too distorted.

What Samael needed to do was establish a new reward and punishment system for this girl, so that she would know that it wasn't only by bullying the weak and causing trouble everywhere that she could please Morgan and gain his praise.

There are plenty of things that can satisfy you and earn you recognition; there's no need to obsess over causing trouble and pushing yourself to that point.

Samael recalled the girl whose eyes lit up when she heard the course content, and who excitedly stayed up all night to work on it. He couldn't help but rub his slightly throbbing temples and shake his head helplessly.

"She seems to really like shoes and has a strong interest in collecting and creating these fashion items, so she designed a pair of shoes for you. That was our first lesson last night. She learned very seriously and put her heart into it... You won't blame me, will you?"

"You are a good father..."

Morgan remained silent for a long time, recalling Samael's various meaningful little actions earlier, and looked deeply at the man in front of him, sighing sincerely.

But then, for some reason, the witch didn't say anything more, and her mood seemed inexplicably low and melancholy.

Sensing that Morgan seemed preoccupied, Samael wisely refrained from pressing for details and instead went to prepare breakfast and finalize the pre-departure arrangements.

Incidentally, breakfast was charcoal-grilled lamb chops, and the lamb seemed to have a rich honey flavor, which made the diners enjoy it immensely.

Among them, Bawan Xi ate the most.

The vicious tearing seemed to stem from a deep-seated hatred for the lamb chops on the table, as well as a sense of exhilarating pleasure.

In response, Samael, the head chef, silently made the sign of the cross on his chest to comfort the wandering soul and silently recited a prayer in his heart.

Well, it’s so sweet!

Chapter 41 Oppressive Government is More Fierce than a Tiger

After eating and drinking to our hearts' content, we were ready.

Just as everyone was preparing to head to the Great Cathedral, they encountered an unexpected turn of events.

"You...you're going to stay here?"

"Well, Dale and I can't be of much help, so we won't go and cause trouble."

At the gate, the young slave couple held hands tightly, glanced at each other, and bid farewell to everyone with deep regret.

Samael asked quietly, "Then too?"

Nock hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded: "...Hmm..."

Samael glanced at the Winged Clan Chieftain, who was smiling and waving from the doorway, and frowned slightly: "Voluntary? You should know about fairies..."

Nock nodded with a faint smile, glanced up at the misty sky, and murmured softly, "My lord, you know better than anyone that sometimes, humans are more terrifying than animals..."

Morgan stepped forward, frowning slightly, and reminded him, "If you are willing to come back to Camelot with me, I can use this to pardon your slave status and grant you freedom and land."

Nock gently shook his head and declined, saying, "Thank you for your generosity, but it's alright. Lady Murian has allowed us to set foot on the land, allocated us houses, and treated us very kindly. We can live well here."

Samael then stopped Morgan, who seemed about to speak but hesitated, and said goodbye with a smile.

"Alright, since you've made up your minds, I won't force you. Take care of yourselves."

Afterwards, the ancient serpent went up and spoke with Murlian alone for a few words before decisively setting off.

Seemingly because she had gained humans, Murian was very generous in providing them with ample supplies and tacitly allowed Freya and Habetroth to join Samael's team.

On the way, Morgan sat in the carriage with a furrowed brow, glancing back several times at the fairy city that was gradually receding from view.

"What, still can't figure it out?"

Samael brought over hot tea, handed it to his employer, and asked with a faint smile.

"Yes, they knew perfectly well..."

Morgan took the cup, sipped the tea, and stared at the swirling steam, hesitant to speak, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

The couple should know that fairies are not as kind and innocent as they seem on the surface, and their pursuit of humans is more like a desire for a rare toy.

Samael put down his cup, his tone meaningful.

"So what? Sometimes, humans are far more terrifying than demons; even if it's dangerous here, it's still better than the outside world..."

Morgan was stunned upon hearing this.

"Where do you think all those humans in the Grand Cathedral came from? A tyrannical government is more ferocious than a tiger..."

Samael blew away the dried flower petals floating on the tea and sighed softly.

As the story from the distant East was told by Samael, Morgan fell into deep thought, deeply moved.

Since the collapse of the Roman Empire, Britain, which was affected, has experienced nearly a century of dark history.

Afterwards, the standoff between King Uther and King Bartholomew, and the Twelve Dynasties War led by the Knight King Artoria, broke out one after another.

During this period, in order to consolidate their rule, the various lords continued to levy exorbitant taxes and levies. Even the disciplined Knights of the Round Table had to forcibly requisition grain from nearby villages during times of war.

Even now, with unification imminent, plagues of insects, beasts, dragons, and the Wild Hunt have begun to rage once again.

The nobles naturally had no worries about food and clothing, but how many of the upper class were truly willing to stoop down and see what kind of lives the common people were living?

Moreover, Nok and Dale were runaway slaves of even lower status. Even if they left the Nameless Forest, gained their freedom, and found a new lord, they probably wouldn't live a better life than they do now.

Compared to lords who constantly exploit their subjects, and the endless wars and disasters, fairies who simply enjoy having fun are much more reliable.

After all, humans are a rare resource, and they will cherish their toys.

However, the fact that he had driven his people to flee into the Nameless Forest and seek the protection of fairies made Morgan begin to doubt and waver about the entire country and even his own mission.

The sacred realm of the Round Table... the pure city of chalk...

The eternal king who protects the nation and its people...

Perhaps, the sacrifice of countless lives is a necessary one for a general's success.

But beneath the throne lie the bones of your people…

Morgan smiled mockingly, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions as she poured out her feelings for this land.

"Alright, we should be happy for them. At least they don't have to wake up every day to a dark mine shaft; they don't have to dig through endless stones day after day, year after year, generation after generation, from childhood to old age, until death..."

Samael immediately offered words of comfort, then added firmly.

"Don't worry, as long as Murlian isn't stupid, she'll treat the couple well."

Of course, the reason for such confidence was that Samael was well aware of another role humans played for fairies.

Fairies originate from various sources, including those formed from the spirits of planets, those formed from the demotion of gods, those formed from the resentment of humans or animals, and those formed using people's legends as their outer shell.

Therefore, the existence of humans on this land does more than just increase the happiness of fairies seeking amusement.

Furthermore, under the influence of human emotions and beliefs, the strength of fairies will also be greatly enhanced.

Just like the gods who were worshipped in the past, thereby strengthening themselves.

Before leaving, Samael told Murian this secret.

Nowadays, the Winged Clan is weak and is frequently harassed by the Fanged Clan; even Murian herself was almost roasted alive.

Murlian is clearly not stupid.

It was precisely with the idea of ​​having humans to strengthen the tribe's self-defense capabilities that she wisely bypassed outsiders like Samael who were destined not to stay and frequently contacted the Nok couple.

Now, in addition to the Wind Clan, which holds ownership of humans and the right to sublet them, the Winged Clan also has its own humans. Faced with the threat from the Fang Clan, they will surely take good care of the precious humans they have worked so hard to keep.

The couple's enduring love brought him a long-lost sense of warmth, and for that reason, Samael didn't mind lending a hand.

Morgan resolved his doubts and accepted the Knox couple's choice.

We are all adults, each with our own way of life, and we all need to take responsibility for our actions and choices.

"The trail has gone cold, and I don't know how to find the Earth Clan Chief..."

Morgan then composed himself and, when asked about his next plans, couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

They've already wasted three days, two at most. If they still haven't found anything, they'll have to set off for Darlington to face the swarms of caterpillars in person.

"If we can't find him, we can make him come to us in person."

Unexpectedly, his companion beside him spoke with a confident expression and a smile.

"You mean..."

Morgan was taken aback and instinctively asked another question.

"Before leaving, Murlian reminded me that although the Earth Clan Chief was cowardly, he inherited the traits of dwarven beings, being not only greedy but also obsessed with forging..."

Samael pondered for a moment, then slowly drew the Star-Forged Holy Sword from his waist and flicked it lightly. His vertical pupils were deep and dark, full of profound meaning.

Although she was also a scoundrel, Murlian was still quite sensible. Although she couldn't offer any real help, this news was enough to make up for the little thing's outrageous behavior of poaching her partner in private.

Otherwise, Samael would inevitably have to teach Murian a lesson, to teach her what gratitude is.

The Grand Cathedral…an auction? I see!

Morgan immediately understood. The frustration and anxiety that had been building up in her heart in recent days vanished, and her eyes, filled with approval and relaxation, turned to look at this friend who always brought her surprises and delights, her mind filled with reverie.

Once the calamity is quelled, how should we reward him?

With him around, I feel much more relaxed. Sending him to the Round Table would be a waste; it's better to keep him by my side.

Let me think, what am I still missing...?