Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Wait, wait, are there any other finished products? Wear them and let me see!"

"No! You're just someone who laughs at us!"

"It's so interesting! What's so special about it? I want to see more! Show me a few more!"

Finally, after much pleading and cajoling from Bavan Shi, Habertrot reluctantly gave in and brought Freya out to change into several more outfits.

"This is so outdated! It's wrapped up so tightly, it looks like an antique!"

"Wow! This is too revealing! It's so erotic!"

"And this one, the design is too complicated, I keep bumping my clothes when I walk, thumbs down!"

As Bavan Shi got more and more excited, his gray eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he saw the frustration on Habey's face.

And without realizing it, the time that gaze lingered on each set of clothes was getting longer and longer.

"I hate this the most! How could... how could..."

When it came to the last red dress, the fairy girl immediately expressed her disdain, but after racking her brains for a long time, she was at a loss for words, and her hands unconsciously touched the delicate patterns on the dress again and again.

"It looks so good! Damn it, why wasn't I the one wearing the prettiest one, right?"

"Yep!"

In a daze, the words that reached her ears resonated with her innermost feelings, causing her to subconsciously express the complaints that had been bottled up in her heart for a long time.

When Bavan Shi realized he had let something slip, he looked up and glared at Samael, who was suppressing a laugh, as well as Habertrot and Freya, who had also noticed something.

"Ugh...so boring. Staying here looking at clothes and stuff is so dull!"

The fairy girl, whose thoughts had been exposed by everyone, turned her head away, hummed lightly as she changed the subject, and couldn't help but look defiantly at the guy who had ruined her plans.

"Do you dare to come with me to a deserted, dark, awesome place... to do something exciting, how about it?"

"Alright, if we're looking for excitement, let's go all the way. Looks like we'll have mutton for dinner tonight."

Samael responded with a smile. As soon as he opened his mouth, Bavan Shi, who had been so aggressive just moments before, suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by the demon in front of him. He turned pale with fright and fled in panic.

"Why are you running? If you don't like lamb, we can try something else. I love exciting games."

The ancient snake grinned, its malicious intent full of mockery, which only frightened Bavan Shi into running away even faster, like a startled rabbit.

Seeing this, Freya and Habertrot couldn't help but smile, and the courtyard was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere.

However, joy turned to sorrow. In a moment of distraction, the meat strip that Samael was using to lure Bagst was seized by the dog demon, who jumped up and snatched it away.

If the ancient snake hadn't dodged quickly, it would have had a piece of flesh bitten off its hand by Bagst's sharp teeth.

After a period of ample feeding, Bagst has grown extremely fast and is now 70-80cm long. Its head, which used to have only a layer of fine downy hair, is now covered with soft, golden hair, making it look exquisitely beautiful and incredibly cute.

"You really dare to eat anything, you're a real glutton! You're out of meat tonight, so it's all replaced with mashed potatoes! A whole bowl!"

Samael then snapped out of his daze and couldn't help but flick his finger at Bagst on the back of the head, maliciously settling a personal score.

Upon hearing that tonight's meal would be vegetarian, and specifically mashed potatoes measured in basins, Bagst's little face scrunched up, and he couldn't help but grunt and grind his teeth, his colorful heterochromatic eyes revealing the dissatisfaction of a carnivore.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stared at each other across the table like fighting cocks, neither willing to give in.

However, when Samael's gaze fell on Morgan, who was walking by, his expression immediately changed, and he lifted Bagst above his head with both hands.

"Would you like a hug? You haven't been close to this child in a long time."

Morgan paused for a moment, but did not take over.

"No need, you do it better than me, and you're more suitable..."

Watching Morgan's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Samael put down the boisterous Bagst, his brows furrowing slightly, a sense of doubt rising in his heart.

What's wrong with you? You seem distracted lately.

As a gentle breeze swept by, Samael gathered his thoughts, turned to look at the colorful garden, and gave a disgruntled snort.

"If you've seen enough, then get out here!"

Chapter 46 Hell is empty, all the devils are here on earth (3/3)

"Oh dear, it was discovered so quickly."

Pink petals fluttered and gathered, and the white-haired sage with a hood and a magic wand stepped out, grinning as he approached the table and familiarly reached for the plate of pastries.

Snapped!

However, with a crisp sound, Meryl, still not giving up despite covering her red hand, slid like an eel to sit next to Samael, affectionately draped her arm around the back of Samael's neck, and tried to get close to him with a knowing smile.

“We’re partners, we’ve lived and eaten together for so many days, we’ve developed a deep bond. What’s yours is mine, don’t be so stingy.”

"Partner? I saw you hiding in the back watching the show, having a good time, huh?"

Samael knocked away Meryl's other hand that was reaching for the pastry, and sneered.

The great sage had received the news long before the crowd entered the city, but he lazily hid in the shadows, munching on melon seeds and watching with great interest as they played mind games with Aurora.

"Isn't that because I trust your strength as a partner? After all, in this land of Britain, apart from that knight king who is stationed in the north, who can hurt you, right?"

Meryl didn't even blink as she tried to exonerate herself, her tone utterly unrepentant, even more so than that of the old liar Merlin.

Immediately, before Samael could make a move, the Great Sage's eyes darted around, and he quietly moved closer, asking with great curiosity.

"By the way, why does Aurora seem so afraid of you? Logically speaking, given the nature of fairies, they shouldn't be so easily subservient to others."

What exactly did you do to her before? Tell me secretly, okay?

So it turns out you gave up slacking off just to satisfy your curiosity!

Samael realized the woman's true intentions, which made him even angrier. Without thinking, he immediately rolled his eyes and refused.

"not good!"

"How about an equal exchange? Who would you like to serve you next time? Your foster mother? Your sister? Or your foster daughter? Your confidante? Or perhaps all of them?"

Mary didn't give up. Instead, she blinked her dreamy purple eyes and offered a series of generous terms.

Samael crossed his arms over his chest, adopting a defensive and rejecting posture, and gave a disdainful sneer.

"That's it? Do you think I'm that kind of person?! You think you can seduce me?!"

Mary glanced at the subtly moving Adam's apple, a knowing look appearing on her pretty face, and added more points with great sincerity.

"You can freely choose the scene: cave, skyboat, ship cabin, courtroom..."

Or, how about adding your preferred methods? Bondage, sedation, teasing, woman on top...

If you're still not satisfied, you can expand your pool of potential candidates, such as your current close friends?

"Tch, a fake is still a fake!"

Samael's eyes glazed over for a moment, then he snapped back to reality and refused righteously, but the speed at which he swallowed his saliva seemed to quicken, and his expression held an indescribable sorrow and grief.

Okay, the terms are indeed tempting.

But he had no interest in showing off his various computer skills in front of Meryl, only to become the subject of this scumbag woman's future ridicule.

After being repeatedly rejected, Melie rested her chin on her hand in thought, then smiled, her slender white fingers tapping her cherry-red lips as she leaned close to Samael's ear and whispered seductive words.

"It's okay, big sister, I can teach you the real experience."

As the nightmare drew closer, Samael instinctively tensed up, creating distance. Unbeknownst to him, the back of his head even pressed against a nearby pillar, cornered by the alluring teasing.

That stunningly beautiful face, a blend of dreamlike illusion and succubus-like qualities, drew closer inch by inch, a blush creeping across her cheeks, radiating a seductive charm that made hearts race.

"I'm very good at serving, I can do any position..."

Samael's heart pounded with a series of violent noises, his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his dry mouth uttered a strained, labored voice.

"Any position... is fine?"

"Of course!"

Mary drew out the last syllable of her voice and nodded with a smile, like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.

"Let's start with a headstand shampoo."

"what?"

"You can't even do this? Hanging, handspring, Thomas Flair, can't you just pick one yourself?"

"..."

At this moment, Samael crossed his arms and sneered, his face full of disdain and his eyes full of mockery. There was no trace of the seductive charm he had shown just moments before.

These unfamiliar poses caused Mary's lips to twitch violently, leaving her stunned.

After being speechless for a long time, the white-haired elder sister, who had failed in her first attempt, had no choice but to suppress her mischievous pleasure in teasing her master. She adjusted her mindset in frustration and turned to look at the secluded and quiet room in the courtyard, pondering helplessly.

"It seems I'll have to use my trump card to exchange for this secret of yours..."

"Tch, what cards do you have up your sleeve?"

"Would you like to know what's on Morgan's mind?"

Samael was initially dismissive, but upon hearing about the problem that had been troubling him recently, he became quite intrigued.

"Are you really sure?"

"Dreams hold the deepest secrets of life."

Mary answered meaningfully, her gaze clear and calm, her tone resolute.

The two parties looked at each other and nodded, implicitly reaching a deal.

Since it was all insignificant stuff from the past anyway, Samael took the initiative to speak, satisfying Meryl's intense curiosity.

"Actually, I didn't do anything to Aurora. I just asked a friend to create an illusion for her..."

"What kind of illusion made her so obedient?"

Mary's interest grew even stronger, her blinking eyes filled with anticipation, and before she knew it, the pastries on the table had fallen into the hands of this wretched woman.

"It distorted her five senses, making her see her exquisite face and flawless body rotting and deforming inch by inch, with flesh and blood flowing with viscous fluid proliferating disorderly..."

Samael paused slightly, frowned, thought for a moment, and then continued to add.

"In her eyes, she probably looks like this—"

Golden hair transformed into purplish-black tentacles, and its body was covered with cyst-like lumps of flesh. A huge, milky-white shape was supported by countless thin, bony legs with round suckers... It had no limbs, but only three sharp spines that were deeply embedded in the ground.

Her head was even more nauseating—layers of white, gelatinous substance were stacked on top of each other, covered with swollen, round eyes, and in the very center was an octopus-like mouth full of sharp teeth…

The disproportionate head writhed and trembled disgustingly, its swollen eyes gazing in different directions. With each movement, rotting flesh fell to the ground, within which new life, resembling worms, was gestating…

The ancient snake tried hard to recall and enthusiastically introduced the story, which was full of savage charm, the kind that could make people lose sanity points just by looking at it.

"Ugh! Stop! Don't say anymore!"

At that moment, as soon as the imaginative Mary sketched out a similar creature's appearance with her divergent thinking, she was immediately chilled to the bone and felt a wave of retching coming from her very soul.

Samael nodded with a smile and added the last sentence.

"Oh, right, so that she can always admire her adorable image, mirrors are laid out on all sides of the illusion..."

Just imagining that scene sent a shiver down her spine, her eyes widening in horror.

"It seems to be working well. The illusion only lasted three minutes, yet her memory is still so vivid..."

Samael stroked his chin and muttered to himself.

"Although I told Aurora that if she doesn't behave, that place will be her permanent home, there's no need to be so concerned, is there?"

Let Aurora, who cherishes her appearance above all else, experience that punishment; the effect will surely be immediate.

No wonder the dignified chieftain of the Wind Clan was terrified and became as docile as a rabbit the moment he saw this guy.

And "This place will be your home forever"?

This kind of indelible psychological trauma, once experienced, will be etched in your memory for a lifetime.

This guy is a demon! He's like a demon crawled out of hell and is walking on earth!

For the first time, the emotionally deprived Mary experienced what is called "fear," and her gaze toward Samael held a deeper, unspoken dread.

"Now it's your turn, Morgan. What's on your mind?"

"..."

"Huh? You're not kidding me, are you?"