Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Meanwhile, the guy looked at the five silver coins in his hand, his face full of frustration and resentment.

"You still have the nerve to say that? You sold it for a pittance even at ten silver coins, and you still cut the price in half. Do you really think your old man's face is so worthless?"

"..."

After a brief silence, Samael smirked and stared intently at one of the extortionists.

"...You just said...old man?"

"When did I say that?"

The handsome young man immediately denied everything and tried to flee with the stolen money.

"I heard!"

"We all heard it, it was you!"

"Give money! Give money!"

However, the young girls nearby sneered and surrounded the handsome young man, joining in the condemnation and stretching out their little hands to demand the stolen money from the extortionist.

Of course, once this money ends up in their hands, it's impossible for them to hand it over; it will most likely become their own pocket money.

Therefore, the little guy's shouting and blocking were especially vigorous.

"No!"

The handsome young man answered decisively, his expression resolute.

What a joke! The money's in his pocket, and he's already dreaming of getting it back? Doesn't he even know his name?

That place is notorious for taking in but not giving out!

"The guards are nearby. Aren't you afraid I'll sue you for slandering the late king and defaming the imperial advisor?"

Samael used the man's own methods against him.

"Alright then, wait a minute..."

The handsome young man softened his tone, turned his head and gestured to the guards scattered in the distance. The soldiers actually pounded their chests in salute and dispersed as ordered.

Immediately afterwards, the man slowly took something out of his pocket, and then... hung it on his chest, smiling as he spoke.

"Excuse me, this area is under my jurisdiction today. So, do you have anything to report about me?"

The fairy girls stared in disbelief at the metal knight badge with its sky-blue background and unique silver key design, frozen in place.

Who in the hall is suing me?

Upon seeing this, Samael's lips twitched violently, and he waved his hand dismissively.

"That's all, sir. Farewell."

"That's right. Don't think I'm bullying you. I'm doing this for your own good. Remember to be careful with your words and actions in public. You've spent five silver coins to learn such a valuable lesson. It's not a bad deal."

The handsome young man nodded in satisfaction, smiled kindly, gave a few words of advice with a reserved air, and then turned and walked to the outside.

"Before you leave, could you please tell me your name, so that I may remember this lesson?"

Samael's teeth itched, and he forced a smile as he made his request.

Upon hearing this, the handsome young man who had just mounted his horse turned serious and responded with utmost earnestness.

"You're welcome, just call me Lancelot."

As he watched the round table gallop away and gradually disappear from sight, Samael's face darkened, and he cursed under his breath.

Screw you, Lancelot! Why don't you dye your garish blond hair purple first, then throw mud at that guy?!

Immediately, the ancient snake frowned, a sense of unease creeping into its heart.

Speaking of which, isn't today the day Artoria returns in triumph? Why are the Knights of the Round Table slacking off in this run-down place instead of going to greet that Knight King?

Perhaps, he was just a marginal figure among the more than 200 people at the round table.

Forget it, whoever it is, I'll remember this grudge.

Samael was filled with rage as he recalled the five silver coins he had been extorted from and the shameless lecturing from some man.

Putting this frustrating experience aside for the time being, Samael lay down on the grass to relax like a salted fish. By the time he had calmed down, it was already noon.

"Haha, Melusin, I've been waiting for you! Accept my challenge and let's decide who is the strongest knight right here!"

As the sun sets, the restless Bagst picked up a twig and, mimicking a human posture, struck a pose as if in a knightly duel, eagerly challenging Melusin in the corner to a duel to determine who was more worthy of being the strongest knight among the fairies.

Looking at the fairy companions, Freya is a non-combatant and can be ruled out first; Habetroth prefers weaving and is indifferent to combat, and the winged fairy's strength is limited.

Bawanshi, with her nasty personality, seems aggressive but is actually a crybaby. She's the type who's bad at games but loves to play. After losing once, she keeps pestering Bagst to win back her losses, which annoys Bagst to no end.

Simply put, before Melusin arrived, none of these creatures were any real fighters, which usually kept the energetic Bagst extremely bored.

However, during his journey to the Swamp Dragon Remains, Bagst witnessed firsthand the power of the demonic dragon Vortigern, and as a newborn fairy born from the Dragon Jewel, Melusin's combat prowess was beyond doubt.

Moreover, being a dragon, its innate superhuman strength and resistance made Bagst, who preferred visceral combat, eager to hunt it down.

Once they get a chance, they always want to compete with the newcomer, Melusin.

However, whether it was due to inheriting the aloofness of dragons or the innate incompatibility of their attributes, Melusin always avoided her whenever she brought up sparring, and the way she looked at her was also very strange.

This left Bagst, who had nowhere to vent his energy, quite frustrated.

This time, we absolutely cannot let our powerful nemesis escape easily.

A fiery light shone in Bagst's twinkling heterochromatic eyes.

"Snapped!"

However, the clear, crisp sound instantly extinguished the fighting spirit burning in Bagst's chest with a sharp rap on the head from his caretaker beside him.

"What are you fighting for? I'm starving! We have stewed meat today, hurry home and eat."

The fairy girl was initially disappointed, but upon hearing the menu, tears of sadness welled up in her eyes, and her face was filled with anticipation.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The City of Los Santos, Abundant with Martial Virtue (1/3)

Led by Samael, the group walked along and discovered that among the crowds coming and going, there were many unfamiliar faces who were generous, richly dressed, and arrogant.

Moreover, their followers were all tall and strong, their robes and cloaks bulging but not bulky; their steps echoed each other, and they exuded a fierce aura; their joints were large, and their hands were covered with calluses.

All signs indicate that these are clearly professional squire knights who are armed with sharp weapons and even wear inner armor.

Judging from the accents and behavior of those being protected, they were naturally local lords.

The reason for this is that tomorrow is a grand coronation ceremony.

Although Artoria was already crowned after drawing the Sword of the Chosen.

But now that Voodoo has been executed and the north and south are unified, Britain is truly whole.

A ceremony declaring legitimacy and praising monarchical power was naturally indispensable.

For this reason, lords of all sizes from all over the country were extremely eager to attend the crowning ceremony the next day.

Of course, the lords from all directions had basically different purposes.

Some were die-hard supporters of the Knight King who had already chosen their sides. These people were mostly lords of the Southern Territory, and most of them had intricate connections with the Knights of the Round Table. They were mainly there for a share of the spoils and to receive titles.

Some were traitors who had been flirting with Vortigern. These people mainly came from the north, and their trip to Camelot was naturally to surrender to the powerful Knight King and avoid being purged after the war.

Some are two-faced opportunists who come early to curry favor, recognize the new country's master, and determine their future allegiance, making it easier to divide up power and benefits in the next round.

Because of Britain's century-long internal conflicts involving the capture of people, money, and territory, local lords generally had some long-standing grudges, and there were also discriminatory chains between them based on bloodline, family, and region.

For example, the royalists in the south looked down on the fence-sitters in the local areas, while the fence-sitters looked down on the remnants of Futigeng in the north.

The Vortigern faction in the north, those who surrendered after a fierce battle looked down on those who surrendered without a fight; those who had fought the Saxons looked down on those who colluded with the Anglo-Saxon barbarians.

Families of high status and long history look down on newly rich people; those of pure bloodlines look down on peasants who marry commoners or lower classes...

In short, this chaotic situation, coupled with long-standing grudges, could easily escalate into a full-blown brawl, starting with "What are you looking at?" and ending with "What's it to you!"

After crossing three streets, the group witnessed at least seven fights, three of which were caused by misunderstandings arising from differences in accents between the north and south.

Samael, who was buying a bag of sunflower seeds and eating them as he walked, exclaimed that the British people were full of martial spirit.

It is suggested that the name of the city of Camelot be changed to "Los Santos" in the future, as this would better reflect the local customs and culture.

The ancient snake had a wildly imaginative and playful spirit.

Fortunately, the Knights of the Round Table were not to be trifled with. Since entering the city and taking over the defenses, the garrison at the intersection of Camelot Street had been strengthened considerably. The patrols included not only regular lightly armored soldiers but also fully armed charioteers.

Once a group of people is found to be causing trouble, the Knights of Order will not hesitate to take them away.

Upon seeing these tin cans appear, the northern lords readily surrendered, crouching down in place, as docile as sheep.

Of course, some of the southern lords, who were used to lording things over in their territories, were unwilling to be bullied because of their merit in supporting the emperor. Some revealed their identities, while others brandished their fists.

But soon, they experienced what the iron fist of justice was like, and they also deeply understood why the usually grumbling northern bumpkins had retreated so quickly this time.

Tsk tsk, the Knights of the Righteousness really hurt when they hit someone.

Moreover, the one leading the group was Gawain, who was known as the "Gorilla" at the round table.

Samael listened to the continuous clanging of metal in the streets and alleys, watching the spectacle with a smug look on his face.

Despite the constant farces, the festive atmosphere in Camelot became even more intense thanks to the strong suppression by the Knights of Justice. Some onlookers, who loved watching the drama unfold, even hoped that the usually arrogant nobles would have more friendly matches.

After all, when fighting breaks out within the city, the lords don't dare to openly brandish iron weapons; it's basically hand-to-hand combat with fists, so the destructive power is limited.

If caught red-handed, you'll basically have to pay for the damaged items at cost.

Of course, the honest and simple people of the capital often overstate prices, secretly trying to squeeze some money out of these wealthy noblemen.

The little fairies, who had never seen such a large-scale, bewildering spectacle in a human city, watched the show with great interest, munching on dried fruit and snacks, all under the bad example set by a certain caretaker.

Among them, Bavanshi shouted the loudest, secretly mocking and ridiculing all the contestants, while the hot-blooded Bagst couldn't help but want to join the side he liked and fight.

All of this added a lot of amusement to Samael's life.

However, the longer you stay, the more trouble begins to creep in.

Several malicious gazes from the crowd gradually focused on the little goblin next to Samael and followed him all the way.

Ugh, I really, really hate violence...

Samael, whose mood had taken a sharp turn for the worse, complained helplessly and cracked his knuckles.

"We're back!"

Half an hour later, the caretakers and fairy girls, who had taken a longer route, excitedly ran into the mansion.

As Morgan brought cookies into the courtyard, the chattering little ones gathered around the stone table, scrambling for the treats.

The witch, with her exceptional eyesight, pointed to a red spot on the ancient snake's clothes and casually asked a question.

"There seems to be something on your collar?"

Samael turned his head to look at the bright red mark on his right collar, blinked, and answered without batting an eye.

"Oh, this is strawberry jam."

"Okay, be careful next time, don't get your clothes dirty."

Morgan caught a lingering smell of rust in the air, nodded slightly, and without asking further questions, stepped forward, extended his thumb, and used a cleansing spell to wipe it away.

"By the way, when did a stone sculpture appear in the yard?"

Samael grabbed a biscuit and, while eating it, looked with a puzzled expression at the gray-black female statue in the garden, which wore a hood and held a magic wand.

However, the closer he got, the stronger the inexplicable sense of familiarity became. As Samael turned to face the statue, he was momentarily stunned, then his gaze turned to surprise.

"Uh, doesn't she look a bit like Mary? Did you buy her?"

"I did it."

Morgan took a sip of hot tea and answered casually.

"Good job!"

Samael paused for a moment, his face beaming with joy, and gave a heartfelt thumbs-up before adding with a smile.

"I mean in the arts..."

"If you like it, you can leave it at home for a few more days."

"Such exquisite works of art cannot be completed in just a few days; it would take at least several months."