Half an hour later, Samael rolled his eyes helplessly, confirming his suspicion.
Mordred had stood him up. She had most likely gotten caught after causing trouble.
That was her old habit. After only a few peaceful days, she always had to stir something up, make her presence known, and then enjoy a mixed beating from her parents.
Great. Now his inside agent was gone, after he had promised her so many benefits.
Realizing that the mole he had planted had already gone offline, Samael looked at the Round Table members and Purification Knights passing outside the window, his teeth aching.
Forget it. Mordred was unreliable. He would have to find another way.
After thinking for a moment, the ancient serpent ultimately decided to take a different path and choose a new contact.
"So, can we eat now?"
A pleasant voice like silver bells chiming echoed by Samael's ear, every word seemingly steeped in intense longing.
Samael turned his head, and an incomparably beautiful face capable of toppling nations came into view.
She was a devastating beauty. She wore black leather pants for ease of movement below, and a loose white mage's robe above.
Perhaps because each of her ten long, smooth toes wore a silver toe ring, her pale little feet were bare, resting in cool sandals without socks.
The girl's feet were small and delicate, their arches slightly raised. Her skin was fairer than frost and snow, every vein faintly visible, like two pieces of exquisite jade. To those with a foot fetish, they were simply heaven-sent treasures that begged to be cradled and played with.
The ends of her short white hair were streaked pale purple. The pointed ears peeking through the hair at either side revealed her identity as a fairy, making every movement elegant and composed,