The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

"He is my mentor and friend."

Although Dekan seemed somewhat unwilling to acknowledge Fahilier, he appeared unable to resist the tide of memories, muttering to himself in a choked voice.

"Then I'll choose him. He's the perfect material for modification! He can definitely withstand all my forbidden tools! No matter how painful it is, he probably won't break!"

Fahir said with a mocking smile.

It was as if it was mocking the gray-haired little devil's foolishness.

This caused Dekan's pupils to shrink sharply, and then he clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as he said:

"mean......"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely reform him properly. When you see him again, he probably won't be the same person he is now. If I'm not mistaken, he must be very important to you, right? Hahaha! I hope you can order your prisoners to go all out later, okay?"

Fahir made no attempt to hide his perverse sense of humor.

It's as if they've found the perfect target for torment.

He couldn't wait to see the little succubus's expression later.

It would be especially exciting if she saw her mentor and best friend being cruelly reformed and mentally controlled, and then everything about her was ruthlessly taken away from her!

Do you need to buy prisoners?

Fahir asked with a mocking smile.

"unnecessary."

Dekan replied coldly.

"Then which of them do you want to go?"

Fasilier looked at Dekan's two prisoners with disdain; no matter how talented they were, their rank was indeed too low.

Dekan looked at Cornelia and said earnestly, "I'm counting on you."

Cornelia nodded.

"Oh."

Fahir sneered, as if victory was already assured.

He had assumed that the jailer's trump card was a young man with pear-wood-colored hair whose methods were still somewhat unclear.

Unexpectedly, he ended up with a brute red-haired girl.

With such a disparity in rank, she had no chance of winning.

"The duel will begin in an hour, during which you are free to use the operating table and tools here."

After speaking, Fasilier opened the life support pod he had identified, removed the humanoid figure from inside, placed it on the operating table, and pushed it into his private laboratory.

......

It seems that Fasilier won't be coming out of the lab anytime soon.

"The stars twinkle, the moon draws a question mark, the demon drags a long tail, and the vampire builds a bridge?"

Dekan hummed a folk tune from his hometown as he led Morion and Cornelia to the vicinity of the portal.

You can order takeout here.

An hour is enough time for the three of them to have a good meal and recover their energy.

"By the way, who was in that life support pod just now?"

Morion looked at Dekan and asked with a hint of doubt.

Morion also noticed Chloeux's presence on this floor.

But he discovered that Dekan was pretending not to see the life support pod where Chloeux was.

Instead, he poured all his acting skills into another life support pod, using it as a smokescreen to mislead Fasilier.

However, Dekan's acting just now was just too real.

That feeling of reuniting with an old friend after a long separation truly reflects Dekan's sincerity.

So Morion always felt that Decan really knew that unlucky guy in the life support pod.

"I never expected to see him here... It must be a special destiny bestowed upon us by heaven..."

Dekan remarked with emotion.

"Um......"

Cornelia chimed in.

It seems she knows that guy too.

Morion: "???"

This made Morion even more confused.

I always feel like I'm being isolated.

However, Morion quickly understood, pointed with his finger, and hesitated to speak.

He was momentarily unsure whether to sympathize with the warden or with the unfortunate man who had been dragged away by the warden for reformation.

When Dekan saw that Morion understood, he didn't explain further.

He simply gazed into the distance toward the laboratory where the brutal modification surgery was taking place.

Her clear, bright eyes were full of anticipation.

"Professor Bachcher, I never thought we'd actually meet again... Are you my guardian angel?"

254 Dekan is raising a monster.

"Meow! Shut up! That's not teacher-student affection at all!"

Teacher Cat quickly stretched out his paw and stopped Dekan from insulting the word "teacher".

"Um……"

Dekan remained silent for a moment.

He looked at Teacher Cat, his brows furrowing more and more, as if he had thought of a very important question.

Finally, he spoke and asked:

"By the way, Mr. Cat, there's something I've been wondering about for a long time: what kind of teacher do you teach?"

"Meow meow meow!!"

Teacher Cat bristled at Dekan's words.

It was as if his long-held authority had been questioned.

However, it noticed that Cornelia and Morion were also looking at it with the same puzzled expressions.

It seems they've been curious about this for a long time.

I just didn't find an opportunity to ask.

Teacher Cat wanted to argue her point, but she couldn't seem to bring herself to say it.

"Teacher Cat? Are you alright?"

The way it was holding its breath made Dekan a little worried that it was about to turn red.

"You don't need to know so much about cats! Anyway, I'm Teacher Cat, meow! Woof woof rub!"

The cat waved its front paws and made random gestures in front of Dekan for a while, then jumped into Morion's shadow in a huff.

The three looked at each other and shook their heads.

However, just as they were talking, a shipment of goods from the third floor appeared at the portal.

What did you order?

Morion asked, somewhat puzzled.

He didn't see Dekan order any food; Dekan simply completed the payment at lightning speed.

However, a meal appears every now and then next to the portal on the third floor, just like a kitchen window.

"Omakase from the Demon Realm, that should be pretty good."

Dekan recalled that in the cooking class at the Demon Academy, Chef Bachel had also provided him and Cornelia with chef-style dishes.

Now that his memories have been stirred, he can't help but experience it again.

"I miss him. Bachcher was really good, both in terms of his cooking skills and in himself!"

Cornelia nodded, her right hand clenching in the air before waving it.

She remembered hitting many targets with a hammer.

But Bachcher still has the best touch.

It's bouncy and won't break easily.

"..."

Morion thoughtfully took two meals, leaving space for the two who were chatting about their memories, and then walked to the other side.

"...Did I miss reading one volume?"

Morion overheard Dekan and Cornelia talking about things he couldn't understand, and asked the cat teacher in the shadows in a low voice, somewhat puzzled.

The cat teacher peeked out from the shadows and answered:

"Meow meow meow, if we divide 'The Tale of Deco' into volumes according to my writing, you're probably a character who only appears in the third volume. It's normal that you don't know the contents of the first two volumes, but unfortunately, I also only appear in the second volume. The school cut too much of the Shadow World recording in the first volume..."

……

"Breakfast is half of life."

Dekan stood on one side of the arena, seemingly savoring the meal he had just eaten, or perhaps recalling a memory of that meal, and sighed.

In less than an hour, the three of them had leisurely finished their breakfast.

Then they arrived together at the central area of ​​the sixth floor to wait for Fahilier.