The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Upon realizing this, Dekan almost couldn't help but curse out loud.

He was momentarily unsure whether or not he should punish Isabel.

It seems that this woman, in order to adapt to being enslaved, liberated or reversed some kind of her nature.

So no matter how Dekan punishes her next, it seems like he's rewarding her.

Once she accepts her masochistic tendencies, she becomes invincible!

It's completely boring!

Dekan hates these kinds of slackers the most!

The only thing to do is get rid of her quickly; out of sight, out of mind!

"Don't let me see you again for now."

Dekan didn't want Isabel to spoil his good vacation mood.

"Okay, master."

Isabel's voice carried three parts pleasure and seven parts satisfaction.

Then it disappeared into the night as if blending into the shadows.

Dekan stood under the night sky and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He began to reflect on whether he had over-tamed his child this time, and how he should deal with and avoid this situation in the future.

Humans are truly amazing.

……

Not long after.

Dekan directed two knights to carry the plastic bags back to the mansion, one in front and one behind.

It was delivered to Lampard.

"Check the goods, Lampard."

Dekan settled back onto the sofa, speaking casually.

"Oh, ah."

Lord Viscount Lampard stood up and responded in a daze.

He looked at the body bag on the floor and couldn't help but feel his legs trembling.

He knew very well who was inside.

Even now, Lampard still feels a bit unreal.

The legendary leader of the Destruction Cult was now a corpse, laid out before him.

Just as Dekan said at noon, he brought down punishment on Bishop Evans of Ruin!

Moreover, Dekan's behavior gave Lampard a momentary illusion—

He was a wicked lord who colluded with a gang leader!

Dekan: "You'll have to work hard on the rest of the work. Just write the report as I told you."

Lampard: "Okay, no problem."

"Today was so tiring. I feel like this is not the kind of pressure a student should be under."

"Dekan exclaimed."

Chloeux nodded as well.

He agreed that the intensity of this social practice activity was a bit high.

Cornelia, on the other hand, blinked, feeling as if she had played for most of the day without doing anything.

"...You can also consider getting a job directly."

Lord Lampard expressed the sentiment, "You guys still know you're students," in a way that demonstrated high emotional intelligence.

Just as the group was chatting idly for a bit...

Suddenly a guard ran over.

He hurriedly signaled to the lord that a guest had arrived.

Upon hearing the visitor's name, the lord's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up and strode towards the mansion's gate.

"Grand Master Judith".

Lampard quickly and respectfully greeted the visiting woman.

She was tall and exceptionally beautiful, but her red lips and eyes were slightly pale, making her look somewhat bloodless.

The silver armor, covered with the protective runes of the Sun God Cult, now appeared quite dull.

The moment she saw Lampard, the female knight pressed her hand on his shoulder with a worried expression.

"Lampard, be careful, Evans may have entered your territory! I will pursue him with all my might, so please be prepared and activate the highest level of alert in the town!"

After arriving in Tristine, the female knight Judith witnessed a series of rather strange sights.

The town is like it's on holiday today.

After questioning the knights, she was certain that the Demon King of Destruction had indeed arrived in Tristine City today.

However, the Demon King of Destruction did not pose any threat. In fact, the residents of the city enjoyed the festival even more because of the Demon King of Destruction's arrival!

This town, which she used to be quite familiar with, now had an inexplicable strangeness that made her feel uneasy!

139. How could Dekan have kidnapped the lord's manor?

Judith was well aware that what mattered now was not the change in the cultural atmosphere of Tristan.

Instead, they were dealing with that vicious man—the Destructionist Bishop Evans.

If he really did infiltrate Tristine.

Then it might only take one night to turn the entire city into hell!

"Evans is too cunning. Even though I chased him desperately all the way, I was still able to get rid of him by his tricks."

The female knight Judith said through gritted teeth,

"Although Evans did not flee towards Tristine City at the time, I think the most likely place he came to is still here, after all, he seems to have some obsession with Tristine City."

Lord Lampard: "Yes, he certainly..."

"Don't be afraid. I will protect the people of Tristine City even if it costs me my life, and I will never let this tragedy happen again."

Judith's voice was filled with unconcealed grief.

For her, the disaster that happened at noon today is still fresh in her mind.

"..."

Lampard was somewhat speechless. Judith seemed to be in a hurry to finish her instructions and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"I go first."

however.

Just as Judith was about to turn and leave.

She unconsciously sniffed the air.

It seems that something about the mansion was off from the beginning, but the sense of incongruity only grew stronger.

"The smell of blood? And the smell of something burning?"

Judith suddenly became alert.

With a solemn expression, she drew her sword and strode towards the direction from which the faint scent of blood was emanating.

that's it.

Judith went straight to the drawing room.

I saw three unfamiliar faces.

as well as.

Body bags on the ground reeking of blood!

Her arrival also drew the attention of the three people in the living room.

Chloeux turned to look at her, his hand resting on the back of the sofa, his brow furrowed as if he were tired.

Cornelia and Dekan sat opposite Chloeux, facing Judith as she entered the living room.

Cornelia placed her hands on her thighs, her face expressionless, as if she didn't care at all about the body bag on the living room floor.

What terrified Judith the most was undoubtedly Dekan.

He looked relaxed and languid, his eyes half-closed.

What he was holding in his hand was a glass of grape juice that looked like fine wine.

After the crimson liquid was stirred by the ice cubes below, wisps of cold air rose from the stemmed glass, and droplets of water seeped out onto the glass, making Judith, who was extremely thirsty from her journey, feel an urge to swallow.

Dekan, as if he hadn't seen Judith, slowly brought the drink to his lips and took a small sip.

After finishing his meal, he seemed to finally notice the uninvited guest in the reception room.

"Oh? Another customer?"

Dekan said with a smile.

Judith felt a chill run down her spine at the incongruous scene in the drawing room.

She kept a close watch on Dekan.

Soon, Judith finally understood why she instinctively felt that this guy was the most dangerous.

Because you'll discover it if you sniff carefully.

Aside from the bloody smell emanating from the body bags on the ground.