London's morning was shrouded in mist, the entire city veiled in a hazy blur.
Having slipped away early from Artoria's bedchamber, Samael wore a black trench coat with its collar turned up. With his hands in his pockets, he walked down the sparsely populated streets, deliberately avoiding others' eyes and glancing around from time to time, as though wary of Purification Knights suddenly leaping out from street corners.
Of course, Samael himself did not want to act so suspiciously.
But after cleaning up the traces and escaping the scene of the crime, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.
It couldn't be helped. While he was a professional when it came to cheating and could guarantee secrecy without leaving a trace, he couldn't account for reckless teammates.
Based on his past experience of things going wrong, the problem had never been with him. It was always the people he cheated with, deliberately or accidentally, selling him out completely.
Unfortunately, the thickheaded Mordred was obviously exactly that sort.
Who knew whether she might get carried away and blurt out last night's novel experience of "doing it in front of her parents" right in front of the two victims?
When that happened, Samael would probably see Morgan leading a huge group of Fae Knights and Artoria commanding the entire Round Table host club, turning London upside down as they joined forces to hunt him down.
Because, according to Samael's extensive post-incident experience, he, the Great Demon King with a thoroughly terrible reputation, was the most likely suspect to be considered the culprit.
As for Mordred, the one who had caused the mess...
Sorry, she was already locked up in The Black Room. At most, they would extend her punishment by a few days. With that brat's temperament, would