Do Something Useful, Melly!

As night fell, Samael stared again and again at the map of Britain spread across the table, which he had scribbled over, marked, and highlighted. The chaotic circles and crosses gave him a splitting headache as he paced back and forth through the bedroom.

It was a mess. Everything was a mess.

King Vutigen, who should have been driven from the stage after the battle at Mount Basdan, had narrowly escaped death thanks to Melly's interference.

And a centipede did not die easily, even after being crushed.

That incarnation of the Demon Dragon, the darkness buried beneath the island of Britain, had unleashed a final calamity of mystical chaos.

Now, King Artoria and her army were pinned down in the north by the Wild Hunt and the Dragon Calamity.

The weakened south had in turn been struck by the Beast Calamity and the Insect Calamity, with warfires blazing everywhere.

The history Samael remembered had completely gone off the rails. The plan that should have smoothly followed fate's course and carried the Age of Gods in Britain to its conclusion was basically ruined.

"Melly!"

The professional workhorse responsible for cleaning up everyone's messes felt his head throb. He grabbed the map and stormed into the neighboring bedroom.

As the door was shoved open, a certain unscrupulous dream demon who had heard the commotion was already furtively perched by the window, clearly intending to make her escape.

"Why are you running? Look at the mess you made!"

Samael raised his hand and flung the chaotic situation map into Melly's face, aggressively demanding an explanation from the culprit.

"This?"

Melly peeled the evidence off her face, gave it a brief glance, and slowly climbed down from the window. Turning back with elegance, her formerly guilty expression now wore a bright smile as she