Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

What does "hehe" mean?

King of Storms, not understanding, couldn't help but ask a question in confusion.

"It means—sorry, no dates!"

Samael paused briefly, his forced smile suddenly turning cold, and he rejected the kind offer without hesitation.

The price that Artoria the Lion King offered him was the chief of the Knights of the Round Table.

As for the fairy king Morgan, he wanted to make him a prince, but he ended up putting himself in the same boat.

Do you really think that just because you're a close advisor, you'd make me risk my life for you?

dream!

At that moment, when his gaze met the disdain hidden deep in Samael's eyes, Blackie, sensing it, turned his head away and coughed as he backed down.

"The terms can be discussed further..."

"Forget it, my teeth aren't good enough, I can't accept empty promises."

Samael waved his hand, unmoved, crossed his arms, and made a mocking remark.

"It's not too late to tell me this when you overthrow the rule of the Dai Ying and rebuild the glory of Camelot on the British Isles."

"Okay, then it's settled!"

Hei Dai nodded solemnly, accepting the agreement in a serious manner.

Is she... serious?

Samael paused for a moment, then shook his head indifferently.

Who can predict the future?

Walking and stopping, before they knew it, the two were nearing an intersection. Through the dim streetlights, they could vaguely see the outline of the Tohsaka mansion ahead.

Samael stopped and waved goodbye, offering words of advice and farewell.

"Alright, it's so late, don't bother seeing her off. Go back and take good care of Alice. If you have any problems, feel free to contact me."

"Ok!"

Artoria swore an oath with her sword, nodded solemnly, and swept away her past confusion and despondency, showing the regal demeanor of someone who had made a promise and was fulfilling her vow.

Without the past, all that I have now is her everything.

"Wait, there's this too, I almost forgot!"

Just as Blackie was about to turn around and return, a voice suddenly came from behind, stopping him again. At the same time, a small card was thrown from Samael's hand into the arms of the Knight King.

"what?"

Artoria stared at the string of hastily written characters on the back of the card, somewhat puzzled.

"This is for you, the phone number of an old friend."

Samael answered casually, a hint of mockery on his face.

"Although I have no interest in playing any games of restoring a kingdom with you, I can introduce you to a few suitable candidates out of consideration for our old friendship. I recommend you get to know them when you have time."

However, Hei Dai, who had gradually come to know the nature of this person, held the card with a look of suspicion in his eyes.

"You would be so kind?"

"Of course! We've known each other for a long time!"

Samael gave a confident assurance, dispelling Blackie's doubts, and then the man, his eyes gleaming, added a supplementary suggestion.

"Also, if you ever feel like you have nothing to live for, you can confide in her. Of course, she has a sharp tongue, so I hope you can handle it."

Then, the ancient snake paused, its eyes filled with sincerity and composure.

"But I believe you two will probably get along very well."

Upon hearing this, Artoria first rolled her eyes at Samael, then felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She looked down and repeatedly flipped through the small card for a moment before subconsciously asking a question.

"What is her name...?"

"Joan of Arc (Alter)!"

The answer came out without hesitation, and Samael smiled broadly, his eyes filled with malice.

As a world-class troublemaker, Dai Ying is unparalleled in this regard, having done countless despicable things.

Given the humiliation of the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and the trial in Rouen, a certain French saint has always held a grudge. Whether successful or not, she would be more than happy to cause trouble for Dai Ying.

In short, no matter who brings warmth and comfort, the Holy Maiden at home will always lend a helping hand without hesitation.

Besides, Queen Mary and Charlotte the assassin are both currently free.

Wow, a historic clash between a cold-blooded woman and a female assault specialist, I'm actually quite looking forward to it.

At this moment, a certain mischievous fellow who loved watching the drama unfold couldn't help but feel overjoyed at the thought of the group's eventual triumphant reunion.

Chapter 226 Are Heroic Spirits a Dish? (4.1k)

As they were about to say goodbye, Artoria hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help turning to face Samael and voicing the doubts that had been weighing on her mind.

"Speaking of which, why are you so sure that the woman from the Ainsworth family who looks a lot like Alice is still alive?"

Under the moonlight, Samael paused, fell silent for a moment, looked up at the deep night sky, and murmured softly.

"She'd better be alive, otherwise..."

In an instant, the quick-thinking Artoria understood the unspoken meaning, her pupils contracted, and she murmured silently.

...Alice!

Meanwhile, in the deep mountains of Fuyuki City, Shinto...

Under the frosty moonlight, beside a clear stream, a handsome young man dressed as a hunter with a blue ponytail sat crouching on a flat blue stone on the downstream bank, guarding three poles on either side, his eyes fixed on a group of homemade buoys in the calm waters of the middle of the stream.

Generally speaking, there are usually no fish to catch in the upper reaches of a stream, and it is also difficult to catch decent fish in the middle section. The slope of the bank in the lower reaches is usually not steep, the current is relatively calm, and there is plenty of oxygen, especially at the outlet. Choosing to fish in this area often results in catching a variety of different fish.

Judging from the location he chose, this handsome guy with the blue ponytail is undoubtedly a seasoned expert.

coming!

Soon, as the float on the left rose and fell, the handsome guy with blue hair and a single ponytail, after a brief touch, immediately beamed with joy. He decisively pulled out his homemade fishing rod, which was propped up in the mud, and skillfully reeled in the line, let out the line, and reeled in the line, repeating this process until he had exhausted the fish in the middle of the stream that was splashing water and looked to be quite big.

Then, the fisherman by the stream flicked his wrist, and a cherry trout weighing two or three pounds was pulled out of the water and thrown into the fishing basket of the handsome guy with a single ponytail, who was slightly raising one hand on the riverbank.

"Wow..."

With a graceful parabola and a crisp splash, the rare big catch escaped the hook and fell into the fish basket. After struggling a few times, it was exhausted and could only helplessly lie belly up on the water.

Hmm, that's about right.

Not long after, the handsome young man with a single ponytail by the stream picked up his full fish basket, shook it, and nodded in satisfaction. He then picked out three smaller crucian carp and threw them into the bushes behind him.

Suddenly, three gray wolves, still retaining their wild instincts, darted out of the dense forest, growling and fighting over the food.

However, when those scarlet pupils swept over the three canine creatures, the three gray wolves, who had just been baring their teeth and guarding their food, immediately felt their fur stand on end. They tucked their tails between their legs, growled softly, and squatted on the ground, obediently enjoying their respective crucian carp.

"That's a good girl. If there's nothing else, let's go back."

After a brief training session, the handsome guy with the blue ponytail quickly tidied up the scene, picked up his fishing rod, carried his fish basket, and, together with his three new hunting dogs, walked through the dense forest to a cave entrance covered with vines.

Immediately, the hunter left the three hunting dogs outside to guard the gate, then raised his hand to remove the outer cover, disarmed the magic trap, and stepped inside alone, heading straight for the long-haired girl with black hair who was dozing by the fire in the corner.

"Master, you've been running around for a day and a night, come and have something to eat."

After gutting several fish, coating them with seasoned berries, and grilling them briefly, Cú Chulainn casually handed the fattest one to the girl with long, straight black hair next to him.

Half asleep, Misaya from the Linglong Pavilion instinctively took the skewer and bit into it. The rich oil and snow-white fish meat instantly awakened her dormant taste buds, leaving a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth.

The hungry, long-haired girl with black hair perked up and, disregarding any pretense of modesty, immediately grabbed the skewers with both hands and began to devour the plump cherry trout.

Although the seasoning and cooking were a bit lacking due to the environment, being able to eat a cooked meal and a full stomach in this desolate place felt like living in paradise.

Soon, a fish was gone, and a bowl of milky white crucian carp soup sprinkled with mushrooms and garnished with wild vegetables, steaming hot, was served to Misaya of the Linglong Pavilion.

The long-haired, black-haired girl, accustomed to a life of luxury, looked up at the Irish Child of Light before her, and became increasingly satisfied.

It has to be said that having a Servant with maxed-out Hunter skills by your side makes life quite comfortable, even when fleeing from danger.

After finishing the bowl of delicious crucian carp soup, the hunger in Linglong Pavilion's Meisha Ye's stomach finally subsided. She took out a handkerchief, elegantly wiped her mouth, and the long-haired black-haired girl, who had regained some of her young lady demeanor, sat up straight and asked solemnly.

"Lancer, how's it going outside?"

"We haven't found any trace of those people chasing us. It seems we're safe for now."

Cú Chulainn, who worked part-time as a scout and hunter, compiled his observations from the surrounding area and reported them truthfully to his Master.

I don't know why, but at least I survived...

When Misaya Reirōkan heard Cú Chulainn's affirmative answer, her back ramrod straightened, she breathed a sigh of relief. The anxiety that had been hanging over her since the start of their escape eased a little.

"However, the situation inside is not so optimistic."

But then, Cú Chulainn glanced inside the cave, changed the subject, frowned, and shook his head.

"The Ainsworth boy is unconscious with a severed arm and a persistent high fever. Although I applied some herbal medicine to bring the fever down temporarily, he has lost too much blood, and his arm cannot be reattached. In addition, in the wild, everything is scarce, and there are a lot of snakes, insects, and rodents roaming around, making secondary infection very easy. In short, his condition is quite troublesome..."

Moreover, without their master, the two dolls in the Ainsworth family seem to have lost their fighting spirit and are probably not reliable for the time being.

Rider and his Master are mostly fine, but with the Dark Sunship damaged and us losing our mobility, things are equally tricky.

As this Irish Son of Light recounted everything he knew, Misaya Reirōkan couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

"So, what did Rluer say?"

"Charlemagne didn't say anything else, just told us to wait for a change in circumstances."

Cú Chulainn shrugged, then put his hands behind his head and leaned against the stone wall to rest, looking somewhat bored.

"Wait! Wait! How much longer do we have to wait? If we keep waiting, will there be any hope of a turning point only after we're all dead?!"

After suppressing her emotions for a long time, Misaya Reirōkan finally found an outlet and angrily denounced him.

Amidst the cacophony of sounds emanating from the cave, Cú Chulainn rubbed his buzzing ears, reluctantly opened his eyes, and casually made a suggestion.

"How about we first consider finding a safe place to settle down? So many wounded people need necessary rest and supplies; that's the more realistic issue right now."

"Safe? Where is there any safe place now!"

However, as soon as the words left her mouth, Reiryukan Misaya thought of her nearly hopeless predicament and became furious, her clenched teeth grinding together.

“Saber, Assassins, and their Masters suddenly turned against us; with those two traitorous sisters from the Sajō family, we can't go home; without the mobility of the Dark Sun Ship, we can't rely on the Ise Sangenri clan, whose influence is far away in Tokyo; Ainsworth was also burned to the ground, leaving only a pile of useless rubble; and finally, even Caster…”

The girl with long, straight black hair paused as she twirled a strand of her hair with her index finger, her gaze becoming more somber.

"By the way, where is my father?"

"They're resting inside. They probably exhausted themselves during the day and are asleep now, right?"

Cú Chulainn pointed into the cave, yawned, and answered casually.

"At this hour, he can still sleep."

Upon hearing this, Misaya from the Linglong Pavilion suddenly stood up and strode aggressively into the building.

"No, I have to find out what they and the Ainsworth family are really up to!"

Sigh, women...

Seeing that his young and impetuous Master was about to make things worse, Cú Chulainn muttered a curse to himself, then reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes, put down his gun, got up, and followed.

However, the Irish Child of Light looked at that retreating figure with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

This is the kind of drive and passion that young people should have. To be honest, he actually prefers this kind of decisive and efficient personality.

"boom!"

But as soon as he entered, a stone bowl that had been knocked away nearly hit him on the head, and Cú Chulainn's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What exactly is the Ainsworth family doing?! We haven't won a single battle since the start of the war! Not a single one!"

Having barged into the cave, Misaya Reirōkan, without any restraint, went straight to the leader of the group, venting her long-suppressed anger and dissatisfaction.

"What cooperation? You have no right to lead us to the Holy Grail!"

"Insanity!"

The frail, one-armed figure, half-lying beside the stone wall, was enraged by the harsh judgment. Enveloped in black mist, he suddenly stood up and let out a chilling shout.