Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

As for how Morgan created such a lifelike statue, Samael vaguely remembered that the fairy clan's books contained a magical powder that could petrify life...

The ancient serpent and the witch exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit satisfaction, neither of them mentioning the missing person from their home.

Under the sunlight, the two figures walked towards the kitchen in perfect harmony, preparing lunch together, looking every bit like a married couple.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Strong Condemnation from Dog Lovers (2/3)

At lunchtime, steaming hot stewed meat was served, and the fairies gathered around the table were eager to eat, burying their heads in their rice.

Samael looked around, his gaze landing on the empty seat at the end of the table, and he frowned as he asked.

"Strange, where is Melusin?"

"They were probably scared by my rudeness earlier, so they've gone back into their rooms now..."

Upon hearing this, Bagst, who was enjoying his meal, immediately put down his large bowl, scratched his head, and a hint of unease appeared on his face, revealing a slightly gloomy and troubled expression.

"You're overthinking it. It's just their nature. Dragons are generally quite solitary and prefer to live alone."

"Oh, that's good. But it would be a shame to miss out on such delicious food. I'll go and take some food to Melusin."

Samael offered a casual word of comfort, and the easygoing Bagst quickly accepted it and offered to help.

"No need, you can eat in peace. I'll go. Otherwise, you won't even have any meat to eat and will only be able to eat potatoes."

As he spoke, Samael turned around, took a set of cutlery from the cupboard, served a portion separately, and teased him with a smile.

Watching the reddish-brown stewed meat disappear rapidly in the pot, and the potato chunks spread out underneath, Bagst nodded solemnly as if facing a formidable enemy.

Samael walked out of the living room, crossed the corridor, and came to Melusin's door.

However, the open door and the empty house indicated that the girl was not inside.

Unable to find anything, Samael closed his eyes slightly, dispersed his thoughts, and looked up at the roof.

What are you doing sitting here?

On the empty and quiet rooftop, Melusin, sitting at a 45-degree angle gazing at the sky in the corner, tensed up at the sound of movement. Only when she saw the face of the person who came out did the dragon aura around her relax slightly, and she lowered her eyes and spoke softly.

"Let's see if it rains today..."

"lie!"

Samael immediately saw through Melusin's lie, put down the food box, and sat down next to the girl with a faint smile.

When the caregiver approached, Melusine's muscles tensed slightly, but she quickly relaxed and showed little resistance.

Because, from the moment of her birth, she not only vaguely remembered the figure that pulled her out of the filth from the dragon's remains in the swamp, but she could also smell the scent of her kind on Samael.

They are both of the dragon race, and are probably among the few descendants of dragon blood in this world.

Having her thoughts exposed by this elder-like figure, Melusin felt like a child who had done something wrong, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, quite flustered.

Samael asked casual questions as he served the rice.

"What's wrong? Are you tired of Bagst's pestering you and are you angry with her again?"

"No, no, it's my fault..."

"Then why do you keep avoiding her?"

“I don’t understand. Why does Bagst always chase after me to fight? I just want to get along with her…”

"You really like Bagst?"

"Yes! Because look, her fur is soft and fluffy, and it looks long and beautiful. When she eats, she always wrinkles her nose to sniff the smell first, just like a big dog, which is very cute!"

Under the gentle guidance of the ancient serpent, Melusin gradually opened up and revealed her troubles. In the end, the girl changed her previous aloof and natural dragon girl demeanor, her hands clenched around the hem of her clothes, and her golden pupils shone with a burning light.

Her sullen little face was filled with deep regret for not being able to pet a certain humanoid canine creature, and instead being chased and bitten.

It has to be said that this childlike innocence, revealed through the removal of pretense, was quite adorable. Samael was stunned for a moment and couldn't resist wanting to pinch Melusin's cheek.

"Ah, I've said something offensive to a soldier again. Don't tell anyone!"

Coming to her senses, Melusin realized she had spoken out of turn. Her face flushed red, and she looked intently at her caregiver, her expression tense as she made a firm demand.

However, because she lacked confidence, it sounded more like another form of coquetry.

"What's so offensive about this? I like canines too. Petting them is relaxing and comfortable."

Besides, Bagst might not necessarily dislike this kind of contact; she often asks me to help her comb her hair and scratch her back.

Samael didn't take it to heart, a wistful smile appearing on his face.

"Really? Can people touch Bagst?"

Upon hearing this, Melusin could no longer conceal her desire for Rua Bagst and hurriedly pressed for details, her golden eyes sparkling.

"Of course! I'll take you to try it sometime."

Samael patted his chest, generously taking on all the responsibilities.

"Hmm, it still doesn't work. Bagst looks really fierce whenever she sees me. She must really hate me..."

However, Melusine soon became somewhat discouraged.

"Haha, quite the opposite. This is her way of showing affection and acknowledging you. Fighting is her way of expressing respect. If you take the fight seriously, it doesn't matter if you lose. She just enjoys the process of fighting."

If you win, your relationship with Bagst will naturally progress further. That girl has a strong admiration for the strong; the stronger you are, the more she will admire and respect you. She might even kneel down on the spot and let you do whatever you want.

Samaellang explained with a laugh, adding a few jokes, and relayed Bagst's reaction at the dinner table to Melusin.

Upon hearing this, the fairy girl was taken aback at first, then suddenly stood up. Two aquamarine wrist blades sprang from her forearms, revealing a chilling sharpness. Her tense little face was filled with murderous intent.

The ancient snake was startled and its breath caught in its throat.

"What do you want to do?"

"Wait here for me, I'll go chop her up and come right back."

Melusine's gaze was intense, a flush of excitement rising on her small face, her expression full of eagerness, and she was about to set off.

"Snapped!"

However, this expedition was instantly and forcefully suppressed by the caretaker, whose face had darkened, with a sharp rap on the head.

"First of all, fighting is fighting, not asking you to actually beat her up. Friendship first, competition second, stop when you've made your point!"

Secondly, what I just said was a hypothetical scenario. Even if you beat her to the ground on the spot, if you want to pet her, you still need to give both of you a gradual psychological process.

Third, is it really necessary to be in such a hurry? Bagst is still eating; can't you at least eat your food first, considering I went through all the trouble of bringing it to you?

Under Samael's clear and logical reprimand, Melusin looked embarrassed, withdrew her wrist blade, and sat back down obediently to begin her meal.

Sure enough, fairies are all a bit dim-witted; they should be more careful about how they speak in the future.

Samael finally managed to calm Melusin down, but then noticed that the girl was eating absentmindedly, with fiery sparks occasionally flashing in her eyes. While inwardly complaining, he straightened his expression and pondered quietly.

"I have a way to let you touch Bagst right away. Do you want to know?"

Mylucin, who had been absent-minded, suddenly perked up: "Really?"

Samael rolled his eyes at the little girl and replied arrogantly, "Nonsense, I've raised quite a few canines, and they were all incredibly obedient and well-behaved under my care!"

Melusine's eyes lit up, and she nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, I want to hear it!"

“Listen, you just need to do this… this… and then that… that…”

After a few whispered exchanges, Melusin nodded repeatedly, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Devil's Temptation (4.3k)

After the meal, in the courtyard, a small shadow was cast upon Bagst, who was holding a stone lock under the shade of a tree.

“Bagost, I accept your challenge.”

"Ha, hahahaha! Great, you've finally agreed. Let's decide who is the strongest knight among the fairies right here. It just so happens that Father is here too, so let him be the referee."

Hearing this heavenly response, Bagst beamed with joy. He immediately threw the stone lock aside, and the heavy object, weighing a hundred or eighty pounds, smashed a deep crater in the lawn.

A voluptuous, muscular fairy girl stepped forward, arm wrestling with her arms crossed.

However, as the battle approached, Melusin's eyes flickered, and she spoke in a deep voice.

"But before the duel, I have one request..."

"No problem! Name your conditions! Whether it's giving up your arms and legs, or adding weight, as long as you're willing to fight me!"

Bagst readily agreed, eagerly setting up his plan.

"Let me pat your head..."

"what?"

"is it not OK?"

"Well, it's not impossible, it's just that the request is too strange..."

"Then how about we call it quits and end your duel here?"

Samael, who had been conscripted into the army, yawned and added a comment.

"Not strange at all! Come and touch it!"

Seeing that Melusine, who had finally changed her mind, turned away indifferently, Bagst didn't even have time to scratch his head. He immediately chased after her, agreed to her request, and stood obediently with his eyes closed, like a docile large house dog.

Finally, her wish came true. Melusin, abandoning her previous aloofness, exchanged glances with the referee who was colluding with her in the distance, her golden eyes brimming with excitement.

However, after waiting for a full five minutes, Bagst's head still did not receive any contact.

The impatient black dog opened its eyes and was shocked to see Melusin in front of it trying to stand on tiptoe and raise her arms, but she could not reach the top of her head no matter how many times she tried.

Okay, judging by sight, Bagst is 1.8 meters tall, while Melusin is only 1.4 meters tall.

In short, height is a major disadvantage...

But I have to say, it's so cute!

Samael, watching from the sidelines, found it fascinating but naturally refrained from pointing it out.

When the person involved discovered her current predicament, Melusin blushed, turned her head away, and felt ashamed.

"Here, is it okay now?"

However, to Melusin's surprise, the tall figure in front of her actually knelt down on one knee, obediently bowing his head to her, with no hint of mockery on his face.

Finally, with slightly trembling little hands, after a moment's hesitation, she touched the height of her dreams.

Soon, Melusin, who was getting into the swing of things, suppressed her nervousness and ran her fair little hand through her fluffy golden hair. She closed her eyes and stroked it again and again, muttering to herself and occasionally peeking through a crack in her eye to look around, so as not to be discovered.

"Good...good doggy...good doggy..."

"Um, may I begin?"

After being petted for a full fifteen minutes, Bagst felt he was starting to lose his hair and finally couldn't help but speak up.

Interrupted, Melusine reluctantly withdrew her hand and stepped back with lingering satisfaction. Then, her expression turned serious as she looked solemnly at Bagst.

Immediately, Bagst and Melusin, standing in front of the open space, adjusted their breathing in unison and quickly entered a meditative state. The surging aether within their bodies stirred up a violent vortex around them, its power rising steadily. Their gazes, intertwined in mid-air, collided and sparked intensely.

The next moment, under the dragon's might, the black dog, sensing the suppression, took the initiative to attack, and Melusin met the attack without hesitation.

"I'll strike first!"

"Come on horseback!"

"Haaah!"

"Hoo, ha, hey!"

"Sweep away everything!"

"High-angle movement!"

"Chains - Explosive Combustion!"

"Claws, fire!"

"Weak! Is that all you've got?!"

"Alright, power boost, now I'll split you in two!"

In the courtyard, two figures, one tall and one short, broke through the barrier and began a fierce battle, shouting loudly.