Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Morgan glanced at his two adopted daughters who were playing in another carriage, paused for a moment, then turned away, muttering to himself.

We're missing...we're missing a Guardian Knight...probably...

Chapter 42 Fairy Round Table Domain

"Did you notice it too?"

Inside the carriage, just as Morgan was lost in thought, a solemn whisper from Samael across from her startled the witch, causing an unnatural stiffness to appear on her veiled face.

Fortunately, before Morgan could speak, Samael frowned and pondered.

"During the beast plague, the ancestral Arling Bagst, born from the black dog, was born."

During the insect plague, a special vampire fairy, Bawan Shi, was born from the remains of the dead.

During the Wild Hunt, the Storm King, who commanded the ghost army, was born.

Perhaps this is not just a simple coincidence...

Based on this, if I'm not mistaken, there might also be a special life form being nurtured in the swamp dragon skeletons at the source of the Northern Dragon Plague.

I have always felt that the four great calamities that swept across Britain are somehow connected, and may very well have another purpose hidden within them.

Morgan realized that Samael hadn't noticed her distraction, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The speculation made by her teammate made her expression freeze. Her slightly flickering gaze turned to the two adopted daughters in another carriage. Her brows furrowed, and she murmured silently as she pondered.

Cornwall... Dog Demon... Bagst...

The Nameless Forest... The Cat Witch... Bavan Shee...

The North... the Wild Hunt... the King of the Storm...

In addition... the remains of a swamp dragon...

The King of Storms... The King of Storms... A being very similar to Artoria...

Army... Knights... King...

Suddenly, Morgan seemed to realize something, his expression changed slightly in surprise.

"You mean... Vortigern is also trying to create a Round Table Knights to rival Camelot!"

Samael nodded slightly, raised his hand to stroke his chin, smiled knowingly, and revealed his guess.

"To be precise, should it be called Fairy Knights, or the Dark Round Table?"

Immediately, while Morgan was still in shock, Samael calmly refilled his employer's cup with tea, looked up and smiled, easing the tension, and casually mentioned his plans for the next few days.

“I always felt that the life that each of the four calamities gave birth to was very likely the key to quelling the disasters. That’s why I agreed to spend more time in Cornwall and the Nameless Forest.”

Morgan suddenly realized the truth and couldn't help but admire his teammate's foresight.

But soon, new worries also made Morgan somewhat irritable.

"Then they..."

The witch turned to look at her two adopted daughters playing in the carriage, her cherry lips pressed tightly together, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Where the sword points depends on who wields it, doesn't it?"

Samael blinked, handed over the cup, and gave a meaningful smile.

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Morgan's gaze fell upon Bagst and Bavan Hill, whose faces were beaming with joy. A gentle light returned to Morgan's eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Samael sipped his tea, glancing at Morgan with a complex expression in the depths of his dark pupils.

Camelot of the Sacred Round Table Realm — Avalon Lefebvre of the Fairy Round Table Realm…

The fate of Britain remains unknown.

Fate, oh fate...

Mary's impulsive actions ultimately led to a qualitative change in the situation.

But he could not blame anyone, for he too bore the mission of bringing together the British divine age and nourishing the sleeping astral spirits and gods in his ideal world.

If it weren't for Meryl's little tricks, they would probably be facing Artoria, the knight-king who wields the holy lance Rungomminiad, has completely unified Britain, and is a perfect goddess-like figure.

Today, ether is becoming increasingly scarce, the divine age is fading, and gods are now the highest level of existence that the world can accommodate.

Even more troublesome is that even if the gods descend, they cannot manipulate the laws of the world as they did at the beginning of creation; instead, their activities are restricted by the established rules.

The territory and faith bonuses made it an almost abnormally powerful buff.

The Holy Grail War that will break out in Romania in the future will fully prove this point.

At that time, Danic, the patriarch of the Yggdrasil family, instigated the Holy Grail War and summoned Vlad III the Impaler, a renowned figure in Romania.

As a result, this heroic spirit, who was of average status in life, became so powerful that even demigods like Achilles and Karna, the son of God, dared not challenge him, thanks to the boost from his territory and fame (i.e., faith).

Ultimately, the two sides managed to completely eliminate Vlad III the Impaler, who had received a territory buff, through a group fight and by luring him to a location outside of native Romania.

Ordinary heroic spirits can achieve a qualitative leap with the help of territory bonuses and the protection of faith.

Even a fool could guess how troublesome it would be to deal with Artoria, who had unified the entire territory of Britain, was celebrated by the people, and had been deified, along with a group of fanatical Round Table male escorts.

Therefore, the existence of the lowly king Vortigern created Artoria's imperfections.

The most advantageous situation for him is if both sides fight each other and both are injured.

Even though he was annoyed, Samael had to admit that Meryl was indeed doing the right thing.

Of course, there's no need to have high expectations of this woman; even if she does something worthwhile, it's based on seeking pleasure.

When dealing with Merry, you must both utilize her and be wary of her...

In addition, he had been revived for several months in a daze, but he had stopped working on the Shindai. Although he was proceeding step by step, he was still somewhat lax. After spending more time with him, he wondered if he could really harden his heart.

With that woman around, it's not necessarily a bad choice.

"Samael! Samael! Look here!"

Just as Samael was deep in thought, Bavan Shi, in another carriage, excitedly showed his newly created manuscript to the ancient serpent.

“Yeah, there’s progress.”

Samael casually made a compliment, and Bavan Shi couldn't help but feel smug. Habertrot and Freya also showed a sense of pride.

Because they were also among the designers of the new style.

However, this harmonious and loving scene before him made Samael somewhat irritated.

With a jolt, Samael, bored out of his mind, lifted the curtain and looked out the window to distract himself.

Wait a minute, this place looks familiar...

A strange sense of familiarity welled up inside him, and Samael's lips curled into a wicked smile. He immediately raised his hand, signaling the carriage to stop.

"You guys take your time on your journey. I suddenly remembered something I need to take care of, I'll be there soon."

Then, as soon as he finished speaking, the ancient serpent transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance.

A moment later, in the fairy village where construction was in full swing, a stream of light descended from the sky and landed in the center of the dilapidated square, its opening and closing vertical pupils smiling as it looked around.

"Hey, almost done?"

The demonic whisper caused the fairies, who were busy rebuilding houses on the ruins, to freeze, turn their heads stiffly, and look on in horror.

"Boom!"

As the man lightly stepped down, the familiar tremor spread throughout the village, and the houses, which had already taken shape, collapsed in swathes like dominoes.

"Okay, I'll just say goodbye and leave. Everyone, keep going! Good luck!"

Samael waved with a smile, then solemnly clenched his fist in encouragement at the group of fairies who were stunned in the ruins.

In the blink of an eye, before the fairies could bid him farewell, the ancient serpent transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.

The next moment, pairs of eyes that seemed to be spitting fire focused on the three bruised and battered mischievous goblins and the house where they were the only survivors.

"Bad apple!"

"What a nuisance!"

"Why did you provoke him! Give me back my house!"

"Beat them up! Beat them up!"

Amidst the furious shouts, the pitiful cries of the three victims echoed over the devastated village.

In the distance, Samael, who had caught up with the carriage, relaxed his brow and let out a sigh of relief.

Hmm, that feels much better...

Chapter 43 I Sell Myself?

Inside the carriage, Morgan looked at Samael, who was sitting down with a beaming smile after lifting the curtain, pushed his teacup aside, and casually asked him a question.

"Where did you go outside? You seem to be having a lot of fun."

"Doing a good deed every day makes me happy."

Samael winked playfully, responded with a smile, and happily drank his tea.

The tea was still warm at that moment.

Morgan, of course, did not understand the mystery behind this answer, nor did he intend to delve into it. He turned to look at the scenery and fairy villages along the way and fell into deep thought.

For some unknown reason, a troubled feeling settled over the witch's brow.

Samael noticed his employer's worry, and his pleasure subsided. He put down his teacup and asked with concern.

"what happened?"

"The Dark Round Table... Fairy Knight..."

Morgan murmured for a moment, a serious look appearing in his eyes, before turning to Samael and speaking.

"I'm wondering if Vortigern is going to repeat the old path of colluding with the Saxons, secretly plotting to seize the power of the fairies in order to overthrow Camelot. If the fairies really do side with the North, leave the Nameless Forest, and intend to replace humans, then things will be troublesome..."

"So that's why, but I think you're overthinking it."

Upon hearing this, Samael smiled and, seeing that Morgan was still somewhat worried, the ancient serpent then began to explain his understanding of fairies.

"It's too difficult to unite with the fairies and overthrow Camelot. Firstly, the fairies are used to staying in their own little circles, entertaining themselves, and rarely leave the Nameless Forest."

Secondly, the six major clans themselves are riddled with contradictions. Not to mention Vortigern, even the Knight King with the best personal charisma, who has ruled the Southern Territory for so many years, has not been able to complete the integration of the fairies.

Therefore, fairies are like a disorganized mess, good at infighting and finding amusement in themselves, but completely incapable of uniting against external forces.

Morgan seemed to be deep in thought, and a vague idea formed in her mind, causing her to blurt out her question without thinking.

"What if we use force to compel them to become a single entity?"

Samael, on the other side, was momentarily stunned and fell into a brief silence.

The strange atmosphere, and the inexplicable emotions in the eyes of the person opposite him, made Morgan feel uneasy. For some reason, he subconsciously coughed and reiterated.

"I mean, if..."

Samael snapped out of his reverie, gave Morgan a deep look, and then, with a heavy heart, began to explain his understanding of fairies.

"As far as I know, the essence of fairies is 'purity.' They act on emotions regardless of good or evil, so there are no laws or morals to effectively restrain them. If you forcibly elevate them to the level of civilization with authoritarianism, such a country is more fragile than a sandcastle under the tide. Sooner or later, they will lose their temper and explode."

At that time, either the demons will destroy themselves by unleashing their true nature in their madness, or the monarchs who maintain their rule will suffer.

Even if the king in power is wholeheartedly devoted to governing the country and intends to save them, they will not receive the slightest gratitude or understanding.

This is the ending!

For some reason, Morgan was deeply moved.

Seeing Morgan somewhat dazed and wavering, Samael, with his deep and weathered gaze, began to recount the secrets following the Covenant War.

"In fact, after the gods disappeared, the reason why mankind became the primate of all things, the master of the earth, and the administrator of the world was because they were closest to the gods, and reason often prevailed over animality."

Dragons, monsters, nymphs... there are far too many species that are more powerful than humans, but they have long been eliminated from the list of the most intelligent beings due to their various flaws.

Similarly, fairies are of this type; even if they establish so-called civilizations, they are destined to fail.

After a conversation, Morgan nodded subconsciously, a vague thought in his mind vanishing like a bubble, and at the same time, he moved his lips and murmured.