Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Under Irisviel's eager gaze, Samael acted impulsively and readily agreed.

However, the ancient snake immediately remembered its packed schedule for tomorrow, snapped out of its reverie, and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It coughed slightly and tried to change the subject.

"Well, I promised the two Tohsaka children that if they behave well, I'll take them to the amusement park to relax tomorrow."

"No problem! We can do it together! I love little kids! They're so soft and tender, so cute to hold."

The silver-haired beauty, seemingly having been cooped up for too long by the recent tense atmosphere, was filled with the excitement and anticipation of a bird released from its cage. In her excitement, she didn't forget to ask about the specific arrangements.

"What time tomorrow?"

Samael, unable to cruelly refuse Irisviel's desire, had no choice but to give in and weakly speak up.

"How about midnight? You live quite far away, right? I can show them around for a while first, then we can meet up for a meal."

"it is good!"

The silver-haired beauty readily agreed, and even her elegant face shone with an unusual radiance.

"That `s a deal!"

Seeing that the die was cast, Samael could only force a smile and nod stiffly.

"boom!"

Just as the atmosphere between the two was becoming somewhat awkward, a sudden, muffled thud came from the Mercedes parked by the roadside, and a white figure rushed out of the half-open trunk and headed straight for the beach.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

A burst of frantic running and excited whinnying ensued, and a white Samoyed, several sizes bigger than before, pounced straight into Samael's arms, panting and yawning. Its furry head nuzzled against the snake's chest, showing its affection.

"Kavas II, you traitor! You actually defected to the enemy! How despicable!"

Artoria, standing in front of the trunk with the door open, looked at her beloved dog frolicking around on the beach and was instantly furious. She couldn't help but rush forward and give her stern, reprimanding her treacherous pet.

"Woof, woof..."

In the end, the white Samoyed, who had been scolded by its owner, was dragged to the edge of the beach and made to sit obediently on the ground to continue its training.

However, this seemingly docile and obedient Samoyed, on the surface, would turn its head and make faces at Samael beside it whenever Artoria wasn't paying attention, sticking out its tongue.

Clearly, the little guy was treating this scene as a fun game.

After several rounds of this, the Knight King, who had been caught red-handed, felt extremely humiliated and was almost bursting with anger. While cursing his treacherous dog, he also gave a sinister look to the culprit who had somehow lured his dog away.

At this moment, under the combined torment of the dog and Artoria, Samael, feeling like he had thorns in his side, couldn't help but cough and speak.

"Ahem, it's getting late, why don't we head back?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow!"

Irisviel, who had been watching with a smile and hadn't stopped them, nodded upon hearing this, but there seemed to be a hint of lingering satisfaction on her face.

Immediately after receiving the pardon, Samael gave a few perfunctory words and hurriedly turned and ran away.

Still feeling depressed about being neglected by her pet, Artoria continued to berate and threaten the silly white Samoyed on the ground.

"Tch, you stinking dog, you're actually nicer to strangers than to me! I've been sharing my food with you every day! Traitor! Repent now, your dog food will be halved for the next few days!"

"What if they weren't outsiders?"

The sudden low murmur echoed in her ears, causing Artoria, who was venting her anger on her pet, to freeze in surprise and turn to look at Irisviel, who was walking towards her with a smile.

The silver-haired beauty's ruby-like eyes gazed into the distance at the end of the road under the night sky, her clear pupils reflecting the underlying colors of the world.

"Don't you think he looks a lot like someone we know, Saber?"

"You mean..."

Artoria was startled and her expression changed slightly, but she quickly shook her head.

"Impossible! A Heroic Spirit and a human, how could they be..."

Did he ever say that he was human?

"..."

The Knight King's breath hitched, and he was speechless.

If that's the case, then the reason why King Cavas II was chasing after that guy so wildly can be explained.

"No, I don't believe it! How could he be that guy!"

Artoria gripped the dog leash tightly and shook her head stubbornly.

"It's okay, let's meet at the amusement park tomorrow. You can ask him any questions you have in person."

Irisviel didn't take it seriously and encouraged him with a smile.

"Okay, it's settled then! I'll go with you!"

Artoria gritted her teeth and made a firm decision.

After a short while, the Knight King, having calmed down slightly, realized that she seemed to be being led by the nose by her seemingly harmless Master. He couldn't help but frown slightly and ask the question that had been bothering him.

"Wait, Alice, how can you be sure he's the one?"

"This is a secret that can't be told."

However, Irisviel smiled and raised her slender white index finger to her lips, winked playfully, and did not give an answer. She gently stroked her fair hand on her chest, but quietly clenched the scales on the rope that were gradually turning from warm to cool.

Many habits, no matter how deeply hidden, are always difficult to change.

After entering Fuyuki City, she often referred to her servant as Saber. In the ancient castle in the forest, she never called her servant "Artoria," but someone else just naturally called her that.

Furthermore, when he walked across this beach again, he seemed to call himself "Alice"...

Sure enough, he hasn't changed at all.

They seem detached, but aren't very good at saying no.

Well then, see you tomorrow. But seeing how nervous you are, I'm really curious what interesting secret you're hiding at the amusement park.

The silver-haired fairy under the moonlight glanced back at the deep night sky, a pleased smile playing on her lips.

Chapter 175 Man, You've Successfully Aroused My Interest (4.4k)

At this moment, Samael had no time to worry about the flaws he had revealed in his previous words and actions, because the group meeting at the amusement park tomorrow was what was giving him a much bigger headache.

Perhaps because of his guilty conscience, the ancient snake had a bad feeling about this all the way.

No, I didn't do anything! What's there to be afraid of!

But then, after much deliberation, the demon king carefully examined his innocent past, gradually relaxed his furrowed brows, and became more self-assured.

"boom!"

However, lost in thought, Samael, who was walking towards the corner, accidentally bumped into a figure coming from the opposite direction.

"Well, it hurts..."

Suddenly, a girl in a blue school uniform, gray skirt, and black stockings, with a brown bob, seemed to have bumped into a hard granite block in front of Samael's powerful physique. She tossed the two plastic bags she was carrying high into the air, then crashed heavily to the ground, clutching her ringing head and groaning in pain.

Upon seeing this, the ancient snake instinctively took the two handbags, stepped forward to check them, and couldn't help but feel apologetic.

"hug……"

"sorry Sorry!"

However, before he could finish speaking, the girl on the ground, who had come to her senses, hurriedly spoke up, apologizing and bowing repeatedly, as if it were entirely her own responsibility.

"Cough, it was my fault for not watching where I was going and accidentally bumping into you. It's my fault."

Seeing this, Samael couldn't help but laugh and cry. He quickly clarified the situation and squatted down to check on the girl's condition.

"By the way, how are you?"

"No, it's okay..."

The girl stole a glance at Samael, then quickly lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, shaking her head repeatedly, and curling up like a threatened hedgehog. She was clearly a somewhat defensive person who was afraid of socializing and had a slight sense of social anxiety.

"Your knee is bleeding, and you still say it's nothing?"

Samael's gaze fell upon a patch of crimson on the girl's knee, and he gently offered his advice.

"How about I take you to a nearby clinic to get your wound treated, so it doesn't get infected?"

"No, really!"

But the girl shook her head repeatedly, like a rattle-drum, showing great resistance.

"Fine, since you don't want to go, just wait here for a while. There's a pharmacy nearby; I'll go buy some anti-inflammatory medicine and bandages."

"But……"

"Stop talking, it's settled then!"

Without saying a word, Samael pinned the girl down and then turned to walk toward the nearby pharmacy.

But my sister is still waiting for me to bring her something...

The girl on the ground glanced at the handbag placed beside her, then looked at the hurriedly departing figure. She could only open her mouth, swallow the words she was about to say, and obediently stay where she was.

Soon, Samael returned to the scene after purchasing the medicine. Seeing that the girl was still there, he relaxed and skillfully unpacked the package, took out tweezers, hydrogen peroxide, anti-inflammatory medicine, and bandages. He patiently cleaned the wound, applied the medicine, and bandaged the girl.

In the brief silence, the girl, who had kept her head down the whole time, was finally able to take a good look at the culprit who had knocked her down.

His short, golden hair, casually draped beneath the hood, framed deep, dark red eyes. His features combined the delicacy of an Easterner with the sculpted features of a Westerner. Amidst his noble and aloof mystery, there was also an approachable gentleness that drew people in effortlessly, until they were completely captivated, like a prince from a chivalric romance novel.

"Snapped!"

Just as the girl, who was looking down and staring blankly, had lost in thought, a crisp snap of fingers broke her reverie and brought her back to her senses.

"You're all bandaged up. Do you need me to take you home?"

Samael clapped his hands and asked with a smile.

"No, no need..."

Realizing her earlier lapse in composure, the girl quickly buried her head like a startled ostrich and gave a dry reply, but her fair face, which flushed red in that instant, could not hide the unspeakable unease.

"Okay, then try walking around and see if you can move around."

Samael gently reminded her, ignoring the girl's embarrassment.

After all, as the embodiment of original sin, he has an innate allure to humanity, and no matter how careful one is, there are times when one cannot keep up.

"No problem, I can do it myself!"

Upon hearing the man's reminder, the girl hurriedly got up, grabbed her handbag, and tried to escape the scene as quickly as possible.

"and many more!"

However, after taking only a few steps, the shouts from behind made the girl, who was in a hurry to run away, stop abruptly. She stumbled and almost fell over.

"It seems you've forgotten something."

Samael, standing at the corner, pointed to a reflection under a streetlamp.

"My glasses! My glasses!"

The girl subconsciously touched her bare nose bridge, then suddenly realized what was happening. She hurriedly went forward, picked up the black-rimmed glasses that had fallen in the corner like a thief, put them on quickly, and ran away as fast as she could.

What's there to be afraid of? I'm not a monster, I don't eat people.

Samael was both amused and exasperated by the girl's fearful expression.

However, just as he shook his head and turned to leave, he froze in place, his gaze turning back to the direction the girl had gone, a hint of doubt gradually spreading in his eyes.

Strange, I hadn't noticed it before, but now that I'm wearing glasses, they suddenly seem familiar.

Could it be that I've seen this girl somewhere before?

who can that be?

Just as Samael was rubbing his chin, searching his memories, a red-haired beauty wearing special black leather gloves, a sharp reddish-brown suit, and a long cylindrical device on her back suddenly came into his view.

Bazette? What's she doing here?

Watching the woman in the suit quietly slip into an alleyway, avoiding the gaze of others, Samael frowned slightly, suppressed his thoughts, and quietly followed her.

Meanwhile, in a simple apartment.

"Click..."

As the door lock opened, the brown-haired, blue-eyed girl carrying two plastic bags carefully moved her body, then twisted her hips and closed the door.