Am I Selling Myself?

Inside the carriage, Morgan watched Samael lift the curtain and sit down with a radiant smile. She pushed a cup of tea toward him and asked casually.

"What did you run off to do? You look pretty happy."

"A good deed a day. Doing good makes me happy."

Samael winked teasingly and replied with a smile, lifting the tea and drinking it with evident pleasure.

At this moment, the tea was still warm.

Naturally, Morgan did not understand the deeper meaning behind that answer, nor did she care to pursue it. She turned to look at the scenery and fairy villages passing by, sinking into thought.

For some reason, the Witch's brow gradually furrowed.

Noticing his employer's worries, Samael reined in his delight, set down his teacup, and asked with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"The Dark Round Table... the Fae Knights..."

Morgan murmured for a moment, a trace of gravity appearing in her eyes before she turned to Samael.

"I'm wondering whether Vortigern intends to return to his old ways of colluding with the Saxons, secretly plotting to use the fae's power to overthrow Camelot. If the fae truly side with the north, leave the Nameless Forest, and seek to replace humanity, then things will become troublesome..."

"So that's what this is about. But I think you're worrying too much."

Hearing this, Samael smiled casually. Seeing that Morgan was still concerned, the ancient serpent began to patiently explain what he knew about the fae.

"Uniting the fae to overthrow Camelot would be far too difficult. For one thing, the fae are accustomed to staying in their own little circles and amusing themselves. They rarely leave the Nameless Forest;

for another, the Six Clans are already riddled with internal conflicts. Forget Vortigern—even the King of Knights, with her exceptional charisma, has governed