Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Morgan's face turned pale, and the whisper he squeezed out from between his teeth exuded a chilling aura. At the same time, he cast an illusion to conceal his figure and chased after the damned nightmare.

However, this tried-and-true chasing game was exactly what Mary wanted.

"Hey, hey, hey, if you have other men to chase, why are you chasing me? I can't satisfy you!"

"Wait a minute, this doesn't seem like a bad idea. How about I make an exception and ask Ji Hui for a try?"

"First, tell me, do you prefer me to use my hands, my mouth, or..."

Without Samael's restraint, the white-haired succubus was like a fox frolicking on the snow, running around while turning back with a grin and spouting a barrage of words, teasing Morgan in various ways, and cleverly weaving through the crowd, having a great time.

As Morgan was repeatedly run over by a seasoned driver, with the car wheels rolling over his face time and again, the murderous intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

Although she had received the full mystical blessing, she was absolutely confident that she could defeat this third-rate sorcerer who could only infiltrate, pick locks, and shapeshift in a normal one-on-one situation.

However, both sides are currently in the Holy City, and it happens to be a grand celebration of the Knights of the Round Table's triumphant return. With so many people, they simply cannot move freely. On the contrary, this wretched woman, Melly, is like a fish in water in this environment.

Gradually, Morgan, feeling a tightness in his chest, clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

As expected, this nightmare is a real nuisance! I'd better just kill it!

Mary, you'd better run fast, or if I catch you, I'll stuff you into a rock!

At that moment, while his two teammates in the city were busy with their "romantic encounters," Samael, who was in charge of taking care of the children, was leading the little ones to a lush, green meadow.

This place is sparsely populated, making it perfect for snacking, having morning tea, and leisurely enjoying some free time.

As for going to the main gate of the capital to watch the ceremony, don't be ridiculous. He's seen all sorts of things over the years and is already fed up with these so-called historical events.

Instead of wasting time like this, you might as well find a quiet place and lie down for a while longer.

Besides, there's an interesting attraction here that you can visit.

After distributing the snacks he had bought, Samael stretched comfortably and walked to an ancient stone platform standing on the lawn. He placed his fingers on the surface, felt his way down, and stopped at the indentation in the center that resembled a sword blade wound.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Slandering the Imperial Preceptor and Defaming the Former King

"Father, what are you looking at?"

Just as Samael paused before the stone platform, lost in thought, Bagst, who had followed behind him, asked him earnestly.

Because of their different personalities, Bagst, who was more serious, naturally couldn't play with the other kids who were chasing butterflies, beetles, and stomping on ants.

So, this girl habitually chose to follow in the footsteps of the strong, becoming Samael's tail, and was quite curious about everything Samael did.

The ancient snake turned around, patted Bagst's head, and chuckled in response.

"This is the stone platform where the Sword of the Chosen King was once sealed. Legend has it that whoever pulls out this sword will be the King of Britain."

"It's a pity someone beat me to it, otherwise I would have liked to test my arm strength too."

Bagst looked at the sword marks remaining on the stone platform with great regret.

"Haha, this sword is imbued with a special spell. You are not the one who fulfilled the prophecy, and you cannot pull it out by force alone."

Upon hearing this, Samael patted Bagst on the shoulder and chuckled as he corrected him.

Then the legend of the sword in the stone, a classic example of chivalric romance, began to unfold, and the little ones nearby gathered around Samael, listening with great interest.

Even Melusin, who had been sitting in the distance under the sun, seemingly aloof and not very sociable, had somehow ended up sitting at the back of the line.

This caregiver's bedtime stories are very popular with children.

But ever since he quelled the calamity, he has become increasingly lazy.

The ideal eternal king... the sacred realm of the round table... the pure white thousand-year kingdom...

Having listened with lingering interest, Bagst could hardly contain his excitement as the words related to this event flashed through his mind. Standing in the holy city of Camelot, witnessing the magnificent beauty of this fortress, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil and fantasize about becoming a knight himself.

"In times of crisis, responding to the prophecy's call, drawing swords, becoming a hero of destiny, defeating one powerful enemy after another, and writing one's own legend—it's simply perfect!"

Bagst, who was passionate about pursuing personal strength and admired heroism, was full of praise for this.

"Perfect? ​​Usually, the more perfect something is, the more fragile it is."

Samael smiled, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

Bagst looked up at his caregiver with a puzzled expression.

Samael did not answer directly, but instead showed a white handkerchief from his pocket.

"What did you see?"

"Strawberry jam!"

Bagst looked at the small red spot the size of a fingernail in the center, sniffed it, and answered with great enthusiasm and certainty.

“I know, it got stuck on when Bawanxi was sneaking food and got caught red-handed.”

Habett Lott grinned as she pointed out his shortcomings, which made Bavanshi glare at her with her almond-shaped eyes.

"Should I take it home and wash it?"

Freya is a good girl, always hardworking and lovely.

"Why are you only focusing on this small stain on such a large white handkerchief?"

Samael abruptly changed the subject, his tone becoming solemn, leaving the children somewhat stunned.

"The more perfect something is, the less it can tolerate flaws. Even the slightest stain can be magnified infinitely in the eyes of ordinary people."

Immediately, the ancient serpent raised its hand and touched the sword mark, its expression somewhat meaningful.

"Therefore, drawing this sword, responding to the people's expectations, and becoming the ideal king is not necessarily a good thing."

After all, even if actions are guided by pure reason, it may not satisfy everyone. And once doubts begin, the gods lose their brilliance and fall from their pedestals, the ending will only be more tragic.

Furthermore, what Samael didn't say is that light is so dazzling and precious because it is contrasted with darkness.

Once the external threat is gone, people with free time will probably have plenty of time to find fault with Guangming.

In any case, based on his experience as a monarch for several generations, a country would inevitably be caught up in either external enemies or internal strife.

Now, without the alternation of night and day, the eternal light would naturally seem blinding.

With such a huge target, who else would they drag down if not her?

The knight king in my memory, apart from his melodramatic personal emotional problems, did not commit any major crimes that could be criticized against the country and its people.

As a result, the resentful and ignorant masses were still incited by the rebellious knights and foolishly participated in the turmoil. In the end, they ruined the entire country, and the once glorious Celts ended up obediently serving as slaves to the Onsa bandits who later came ashore.

"In my opinion, the more perfect the initial concept and design of something, and the more hype it generates, the greater the probability of it going wrong later."

Samael tapped the stone platform, his eyes full of mockery.

"But haven't the ideal eternal king... the sacred realm of the round table... the pure white thousand-year kingdom... all of these have been realized?"

Bagst scratched his head, still somewhat puzzled.

"Eternity? A thousand years? How long has it been? It's easy to be a saint for a moment, but it's difficult to be one for a lifetime."

Samael gazed at the chalk city with a mocking look in his eyes.

"I have lived for so long, yet I have never seen a perfect monarch or an ideal kingdom."

Then, the ancient serpent traced the remaining curse marks on the stone platform with its fingertips and sneered.

"Besides, think about it, if it were really that easy, why didn't those two old guys, King Uther and Merlin, do it themselves from the beginning? Why did they have to entrust such an important matter to a child they were planning to conceive?"

Yes, why?

The children scratched their heads, not quite understanding either.

Samael's eyes flickered, and he pondered with amusement.

"Legend has it that there are three kinds of birds in the world. The first kind of bird is very smart and can fly as soon as it is born. The second kind of bird is very stupid and can't fly no matter what, but it is diligent enough and eventually learns to fly. The third kind of bird is neither smart nor diligent, so it lays an egg and places its hopes on the next generation."

Hearing their caregiver use such a vivid and amusing metaphor, the children couldn't help but laugh and immediately understood.

Without a doubt, Merlin and King Uther are the third type of bird in the story.

"An old swindler who is good at picking locks and locks, a mid-level officer who at best served in the Roman legions, who knows where he read a few chivalric novels and children's fairy tales, dares to put his imagined ideas into reality and even experiment on his own children. He really lacks the harsh lessons of society."

Samael, who is always sharp-tongued, couldn't help but unleash her full arrogance and sarcasm when recalling the sisters' respective experiences.

The children listening to the story laughed even harder.

"Ahem, my friend, publicly criticizing the late king and slandering the imperial advisor, isn't that a bit inappropriate..."

However, at this moment, accompanied by a dry cough, a handsome young man with short blond hair, a gentle and beautiful face, and a playful smile on his lips walked out from behind the pile of stones not far away.

Well, I spoke on a whim and did indeed misspoke.

Samael tapped his head, feeling a pang of regret, while his eyes darted around as he quickly considered how to clean up the mess.

"This is a serious crime!"

The handsome young man raised his hand and placed it on Samael's shoulder, speaking with righteous indignation.

Could it be that they're going to use a memory erasure technique (physical)?

Samael gave a forced, obsequious laugh, but his eyes were secretly eyeing the handsome young man's chin with ill intent.

However, before the ancient snake could make its move, the handsome young man took the initiative to hook his arm around Samael's neck, sneakily leaned closer, and grinned as he showed off his right hand.

"Ten silver coins, buy me a drink, and I'll get drunk and remember nothing."

Chapter Sixty-Four: Who here accuses this official?

Samael, realizing what had happened, looked at the extortionist in front of him with considerable surprise.

"Are you blackmailing me?"

It was quite novel for someone to try and extort him, and Samael found it rather amusing in his spare time.

"What blackmail? As a friend, I have to keep your shameful secret and suffer the torment of my conscience. Shouldn't you buy me a drink to ease my guilty conscience with a bit of intoxication?"

The handsome young man blinked, his face filled with grief.

"When did we become friends?"

"We hit it off immediately!"

"How about we become enemies first? That way you won't be so tormented."

"Don't be impulsive. There are guards nearby. As a friend I've known since we first met, I don't want you to get arrested."

The handsome young man looked sincere, and Samael's lips twitched slightly upon seeing this.

"Forget it, with acting skills like that, five yuan is the most you can pay."

Seeing that he was being pestered by this guy, Samael had no choice but to pay up to avoid further trouble, and subtly handed over five silver coins.

"Don't be so stingy. Judging from your appearance, you even brought a bunch of fairy maids with you. You must be rich. Help your friend out a little."

The handsome young man skillfully stuffed the ill-gotten gains from the shady deal into his pocket, but still not satisfied, he smiled knowingly at the fairy girls behind Samael.

“That’s my adopted daughter, my student, and my friend…”

Samael rolled his eyes in annoyance and corrected him.

"Oh... I didn't know you had such a wide range of interests."

The handsome young man spoke in a drawn-out tone, his expression one of solemn respect, a hint of mockery surfacing deep in his eyes.

However, before the victims could react, the handsome young man glanced back, his gaze lingering for a moment on the girls' smooth clothes and smiling faces. Then he raised his hand, patted the ancient snake on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear.

"Friendly reminder: In the days leading up to the coronation ceremony, nobles from all over the country have arrived in the Holy Capital. No matter who they are to you, it's best not to bring them out unnecessarily. Fairies are quite popular among some people."

The implications are self-evident.

It was actually a piece of advice?

Samael raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and looked at the extortionist in front of him, whose true intentions and methods were unclear, with a look full of suspicion.

"Don't look at me like that. There are still more good people than bad in the Holy City."

The handsome young man adopted a rather wounded posture and made a solemn promise.

"Before you say that, could you please return the five silver coins you tricked me out of?"

"Don't even think about it! Why should I hand over the righteous wealth I obtained by wiretapping illegal activities to you?"

When the topic of money came up, the handsome young man, like a hen guarding its food, immediately withdrew his hand and jumped far away warily.