As night fell, Samael lay on the bed, his eyes closed as he sorted through his thoughts.
Judging from the current situation, the Lion King's fusion with the Holy Lance would continue to deepen with the passage of time and the convergence of Mystery. As the price of becoming divine, her emotions would be suppressed by reason, perhaps even erased entirely.
But this process was not irreversible. At the very least, Artoria still had likes, dislikes, and the most basic desires.
If he seized upon those and applied external stimulation, perhaps he could delay her progress toward divinity. Once there was an opportunity to weaken the protection surrounding her, he could bring it down...
Ahem, bring it down... bring down the Holy Round Table Domain and rebuild Britain!
Samael nodded to himself, deeply impressed by his own noble integrity and selfless dedication to the welfare of the world.
Returning from his wandering thoughts, the ancient serpent reviewed the day's events. His gaze flickered, and he could not help complaining again.
She had left the royal palace, where she had not budged for months since moving into Camelot, just to mooch a meal at their house. It was impressive that she could even do that!
So just how deep was her grudge against Gawain's mashed potatoes?
Still, now that he thought about it, this was an excellent opening. It might become the key to breaking the deadlock.
There was no helping it. They still had to cook, so they needed to stock up on more rice at home...
A teasing glint appeared in Samael's eyes, and he promptly made up his mind.
His review finished, the ancient serpent quieted his mind and prepared to sleep and soothe his spirit when the door trembled faintly. In the moonlight, a graceful silhouette was