The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the daily quests."

So Dekan took out the "Dekan Gospel" and cursed Laxus VI fiercely, then lay peacefully in bed and fell asleep.

……

the next day.

The streets of the entire capital were filled with a sense of desolation.

Most shops have closed, with only a few large shops remaining open under the protection of the security forces.

Apart from patrol troops, almost no civilians went out on the streets.

The city has now been declared on high alert.

Over the next three days, the capital will face constant attacks from the bishops of the Church of Resurrection.

Although most civilians have never seen the Resurrected cultists in person, they are well aware of how terrifying they are.

And the bishops of the Resurrected Church were a nightmare to behold.

This unprecedented gathering of four has undoubtedly shocked all the kingdoms.

Inside a large government building in the royal capital, high-ranking officials of the Kingdom of Landil are holding a meeting.

They shared existing intelligence, the Kingdom Federation's war preparedness plans, and predicted the movements of the Church of Resurrection, among other things.

Besides the local fighting force of the capital, those present also included envoys from the Kingdom Federation and members who had originally come to participate in the seventh-tier team assessment.

"Alright, if you have any information, please let us know as soon as possible, and we will do our best to assist you."

Knight Commander Gavin, who was presiding over the meeting, scanned everyone present.

The languages ​​of the central kingdoms are largely similar, with only minor differences in vocabulary and pronunciation. Therefore, even without spending a lot of time learning the language of the Kingdom of Landil, Dekan and his companions can travel relatively easily within the Kingdom of Landil.

A translation magic device was also activated in the conference room.

Even teams from the north and south could easily understand the languages ​​spoken by the central countries.

Even the team that reluctantly agreed yesterday has now come to the meeting room.

Their purpose was clear: to learn as much as possible about the existing information so that they could swim safely.

On the contrary, Dekan and Chloeux from the Beautiful Minds team did not come.

"Please share today's intelligence with Dekan and the others."

Gavin looked in the direction of the other members of the Beautiful Minds team and said.

"Ok, no problem."

Mier nodded in reply.

The meeting had just ended, and everyone gradually began to leave.

"Heh, those two cowardly and weaklings have probably already run away with their tails between their legs, haven't they?"

A disdainful voice rang out in the conference room.

It was as if he was deliberately speaking very loudly, wanting everyone to hear him.

A blond youth clad in silver-white armor stood with his feet propped up on the table, arms crossed, shaking his head with a cold smile.

Everyone present knew that he was the leader of the teams from the northern kingdoms who had come to participate in the assessment.

He is also Arik, a very famous seventh-tier powerhouse in the northern kingdoms.

They are known for their arrogance, looking down on anyone weaker than themselves and unable to tolerate anyone more flamboyant than themselves.

"..."

Mia and Cornelia remained silent, their expressions filled with pity for Arik.

This morning, when Dekan was arranging the battle plan, he explained to them the situation they encountered yesterday.

And that hot-tempered guy—the Mad Bishop Clay.

Mia and Cornelia sensed that Arik's aura overlapped somewhat with Clay's character.

However, Clay is indeed one of the world's top fighters, so he has the right to be arrogant.

Moreover, he doesn't despise the weak; he prefers to provoke the stronger.

This guy named Arik only reigned supreme at the seventh rank; he hadn't even reached the threshold of the eighth rank.

Let's not even talk about what kind of retaliation Arik's provocation of Dekan will provoke.

If this guy accidentally provokes Clay, and then acts all high and mighty again...

They found it hard to imagine what would happen to Arik.

"Hehe, why aren't you saying anything? Does that mean you agree?"

Arik smiled with a mocking expression.

"Please refrain from making subjective assumptions and slandering other teams."

Gavin frowned and interrupted Arik upon hearing this.

Based on their brief time together yesterday, he felt that Dekan was not that kind of person.

"Knight Commander, are you afraid of Dekan? A mere fourth-tier warrior can make you wary? No wonder the Church of Resurrection dares to bully the Kingdom of Landil."

Arik shook his head and sneered, seemingly becoming increasingly unrestrained.

This caused Knight Commander Gavin's face to gradually darken.

“Arik, that’s enough. There’s no need for sarcasm now. No matter what, Dekan and Chloeix are probably the only two people in the capital right now who have the experience of defeating a bishop of the Church of Resurrection. And what achievements do you have?”

"From the group of people from the southern kingdoms, the woman at the head, dressed in a ceremonial robe, spoke coldly."

This remark seemed to leave Arik speechless, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Just as he was about to explode in anger, he realized that everyone in the conference room was giving him unfriendly looks.

"Then let's wait and see what kind of trouble this guy who only knows how to hide when it comes to crucial moments can stir up."

Alick snorted coldly and led his team out of the conference room quickly.

Mier and the robed woman named Ellie then nodded to each other in a friendly gesture.

Cornelia looked at Ellie, who had spoken up for them earlier, and felt that her appearance seemed somewhat familiar.

Cornelia quickly remembered that the woman in the robes resembled Lilith, her friend whom she had met in the desolate mountains and blizzards of the Shadow World.

"You're Cornelia, aren't you?"

Eri walked up to Cornelia and asked her in a friendly manner.

"Yes, are you Lilith's sister?"

“She is her relative. I have heard about the story of how you and Dekan helped her, although you two used aliases at the time.”

The woman in the robe said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Cornelia recalled their impromptu performance in Dekan, where one called himself Bachcher and the other Olive.

But once they become famous, Lilith will likely find out their real names very soon.

"It's alright. We look forward to your visit after this disaster is over."

"It definitely will."

"By the way... what did Dekan go there for?"

Ai Li had heard about the eccentric and manipulative style of Dekan.

When it comes to crucial moments, if he's not causing trouble, he's definitely on his way to causing trouble.

"Ah! We need to get back to work. Enough said! Let's have the celebration party tonight!"

Mia and Cornelia checked the time and quickly ran out of the conference room together.

Only a bewildered Aili was left standing there.

"Tonight...a victory celebration...?"

……

On the other side, in the suburbs.

The soft sound of footsteps echoed through the stone-built underground waterways constructed by the ancient people.

The flowing sewage emitted a pungent odor, and only faint lights flickered in the pitch-black underground passage.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark green suit, with his silver hair and beard neatly styled, carried a lantern and walked unhurriedly to his destination.

He looks harmless and might even lead people to suspect that he has never been in a fight.

He was like a refined and gentle scholar.

However, the fact that he could bypass the city gates and infiltrate underground during this period, and easily kill the soldiers guarding the underground passage, shows that he was no ordinary person.

Even the soldiers' corpses seemed to have evaporated into thin air, completely disappearing from the world.

Clearly, the pungent smell underground didn't bother him much.

Perhaps he had already grown accustomed to smells a hundred times more disgusting than this.

"Fahim, I've been waiting for you for so long."

An impatient voice suddenly appeared beside the middle-aged man.

He moved the lamp toward the direction of the sound and saw a solitary figure leaning against the wall.

His black, tousled hair was unruly, and his slightly raised chin, combined with his expression, made him appear extremely arrogant.

"Clay, you're a good-for-nothing who's more trouble than you're worth, how dare you even speak?"

The moment Fahim saw "Clay," he shook his head mockingly, his entire demeanor changing instantly.

Their voices all became somewhat shrill.

It was as if he was no longer hiding his true colors.