The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Evans found it all absurd and laughable, but he didn't even have the strength to resist being forced to drink the medicine.

This small bottle of medicine is undoubtedly just to prolong his life a little longer.

Perhaps Dekan just wanted to torture and interrogate him a little longer.

But Evans didn't care anymore.

He's had enough.

Nothing could stir his emotions anymore.

Even torture, or something even more terrifying, is nothing to be afraid of.

however.

He only heard Isabel say:

"Lord Dekan has ordered that you must die at his hands."

This caused Evans' pupils to shrink sharply.

He seemed to have figured something out.

immediately.

He laughed maniacally, blood still in his mouth.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

He kept smiling until he vomited more and more blood and gradually became weak.

"Take me there... Just thinking about the disgusted looks on the faces of the Kingdom Federation and the other bishops is enough..."

Evans looked dejected, but a maniacal smile played on his lips.

"Isabel... I'll be waiting for you in hell..."

Evans closed his eyes, like a dying man who had accepted his fate.

"hehe."

Isabel gave a cold laugh.

Seeing Evans's miserable state, she couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

When we get to hell, you might still have to call me "sister."

Don't you even know which esteemed person I'm following?

……

The night was warm and the sky, now dark, was studded with stars.

The Beautiful Minds trio returned to the lord's manor and were sitting on the sofa in the drawing room chatting with Lord Viscount Lampard about the local customs and culture of Tristine.

Dekan raised an eyebrow and looked out the window.

He seemed to sense something.

"Brother Lampard, lend me two guard knights."

"it is good."

While chatting with friends about lighthearted topics, Dekan suddenly made this request, and Lampard naturally understood what Dekan was going to do.

He beckoned two guard knights over and assigned these two trusted men to Dekan.

He instructed them to strictly follow Dekan's arrangements, not to ask questions or overthink things.

Dekan nodded in satisfaction and quickly led the two knights out of the mansion.

After leaving the mansion's garden, he walked along the path at the very back of the mansion.

No one usually passes by here.

Because no one would linger in the area behind the lord's mansion where there is no gate but only a courtyard wall.

"I would like to ask you two to stand guard on both sides and not let anyone get close, not even the guards on routine patrol."

"And no matter what happens here, don't come over. Come find me in the vicinity in twenty minutes."

Dekan explained.

"Yes."

The two knights quickly separated as Dekan had instructed.

After looking around and making sure no one was there, Dekan transformed into a gray elf cat with exceptional skill, jumped onto the wall, and made his way to a corner.

The moon was dim in the night sky, and the light here was extremely poor, but a slender figure could still be vaguely seen gradually emerging from the shadows.

Isabel, dragging Evans, found the location of Dekan.

She carried Evans in a plastic bag, making it easy to hide her and avoid leaving any bloodstains along the way.

The person and the cat did not communicate verbally.

Under the watchful eye of Dekan the cat, Isabelle opened the bag and showed Evans inside to Dekan.

"Not bad, meow."

The Dekan cat stood on the high wall, its sapphire-like eyes shining unusually bright in the shadows.

It leaped down from the high wall, looked at the dying Evans, and gently pressed its paw onto the summoned [Blood Purification].

As the Blood Purification was activated, a blood mist spread out, and Evans's expression twisted as he tried to scream in pain.

However, Dekan had already cast a silencing spell on him to prevent Evans from disturbing the peace at night.

After all, Dekan places great importance on civic morality.

This was repeated several times until Evans finally breathed his last.

"Isabel, go and lie low in the capital. I'll find you again when I get back to the capital, meow."

After saying that, Dekan transformed back into human form.

He didn't intend to pay any more attention to Isabel, and simply stood there waiting for the knights to come and carry Evans's remains back to the lord's manor at the appointed time.

The remains were handed over to Lord Viscount Lampard, who would naturally write various reports, handle all the troublesome aftermath, and then hand over Evans' remains to the Kingdom of Norton and the Kingdom Federation.

Dekan can now enjoy a wonderful holiday with his friends for the next few days.

The thought of being able to freely play with friends in such a dreamy and wonderful city almost made Dekan smile.

"Lord Dekan..."

Isabel spoke in a slightly trembling voice behind Dekan.

This made Dekan frown slightly and turn his head back.

Judging from her appearance, it seems she's not planning to leave yet?

"Is there anything else?"

"As you just said, I did a good job on my first task."

"...What? You mean you want a reward too?"

Decan paused, then turned to Isabel and asked.

"Don't dare!"

Isabel quickly waved her hand.

"You are just a tool that I can discard at any time. Even if you are truly loyal to me, it cannot erase your crimes."

"Dekan said coldly."

But then he thought about it again.

To make the tool work better, it wouldn't hurt to give her a small, insignificant reward.

"But since you're working for me, just tell me what you want."

So Dekan continued.

Isabel took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage, and looked intently at Dekan, saying:

"I want a collar."

"?"

Dekan was stunned by what he heard.

He was momentarily at a loss for words to answer Isabel's unreasonable request.

Dekan originally thought that Isabel wanted the cards "Captain Dekan" and "Temptation of the Living World".

As a result, Isabel's sudden and wild remarks caught Dekan completely off guard.

He soon realized that he seemed to have activated some incredible attribute of Isabel.

"I want you to put a collar on me."

Seeing Dekan's stunned expression, Isabel mustered her courage and explained again.

"I refuse. You're disgusting."

Dekan frowned, his expression full of disgust.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Lord Dekan."

When Isabel met Dekan's disdainful gaze, a blush inexplicably crept onto her face, and even her breathing became rapid.

Even though she knew her behavior might anger Dekan and that she was playing with fire.

But for some reason, she found herself somewhat looking forward to Dekan bringing her the most severe punishment.

"If you've done your job well, you can have a reward. But please be mindful of your limits; there won't be a next time."

Dekan's eyes grew even colder, unable to conceal his disgust, and he averted his gaze as if he couldn't tolerate anything dirty in his eyes.

however.

This attitude seemed to excite Isabel even more, and even her breathing became a little heavier.

Are you fucking sick?