The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Olive, who was usually aloof and lazy, had become unusually obsessed at this moment.

This abnormal behavior clearly indicates that he has been bewitched by mental magic!

I was brought here as a prisoner!

"You mustn't touch Olive! Otherwise, the Demon King will do everything in his power to kill all your family and friends!!"

"Irenos shouted hurriedly."

Olive must be brought back.

Tell the Demon King the truth and bring that damned traitor, Pusel, to justice!

however.

After hearing this sentence.

Pusser chuckled, gave Olive an elegant bow, and then asked:

“Miss Purgatory, I think Irenos may have misunderstood something. Please tell him who your master is?”

Olive nodded.

Then, under the horrified gaze of Irenos...

Olive slowly turned her head to look at Dekan.

It let out a particularly soft bark: "Woof~"

It's like a conditioned reflex, an instinct that surpasses conscious thought.

Olive's clear, bell-like voice echoed across the snowy wilderness.

"?"

Everyone present, whether human or demon, was stunned and stared at Dekan in unison.

A gust of wind swept by, causing the flames on the stove to flicker for a moment.

"..."

Even Dekan's expression froze.

If he hadn't been wearing sunglasses...

The momentum that had been maintained for so long may have collapsed in that one instant.

He struggled to suppress the urge to kill Pusser.

Compared to anger.

Dekan had goosebumps all over his body.

So... is winter in the Holy Kingdom this cold?

This chill lingered in Dekan's body for a long time.

He placed his hands behind his back, his left hand struggling to grasp his trembling right wrist.

Until today.

Dekan has been disgusted by Olive and Isabel's combined efforts for the third time.

And this time, he really couldn't take it anymore!

Dekan tried hard to keep his expression from becoming too stiff, maintaining a calm demeanor, and said:

"P.S.E.L....Please send Miss Olive back to the Demon Realm, and then convey to the Demon King Mr. Lenn's desire to sign a peace treaty. As for me, Delois, I will act as a witness to peace, and as long as the Demon King is sincere in concluding the treaty, I will not take any action that would harm the Demon Realm."

"...Yes, sir."

Pusser responded like a servant.

He didn't understand why, but Lord Delois seemed to be gritting his teeth just now, and even seemed to have a murderous intent...

Thus, we witnessed the beginning of all this peace.

"puff!!!"

Irenos finally coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He collapsed to the ground as if he had completely lost all his strength.

It turns out the clown is just him.

Everyone else was indeed a member of the film crew.

They teased him the whole time, giving him the best possible arrangement.

"No! I don't want to leave!"

Upon hearing Dekan's words, Olive seemed to panic and took a step forward, wanting to rush forward and pounce on Dekan.

"Lun!"

Dekanga shouted.

Originally not intending to do anything, Len raised his finger, and several beams of light appeared around Olive. They then connected to form a holy coffin, sealing Olive inside.

"Len, from now on, make sure no demons come near me at any time, except for my sister."

Dekan said with lingering fear.

He felt that if he hadn't spoken up, it seemed like Lenn really hadn't intended to help him!

It was partly due to personal grudges!

"Ah."

Len answered absentmindedly.

Moreover, he found Deloitte's words somewhat amusing.

Aren't you a demon yourself?

Why are you acting like someone who needs protection...?

"Delois, let me out! I like this feeling of being restrained! But I want to touch you even more!"

Dekan did his best to calm his blood pressure and ignore Olive's presence, even though Olive had been sealed away.

Then he pointed to Irenos at his feet and conveyed to Pusser:

"As for this war criminal, his crimes will be tried in the territory of Kran. We will not kill him, but release him after he has served his sentence. As for how to report to the Demon King, you'll have to figure that out yourself, otherwise you're not worthy of succeeding as the commander of the First Army Group."

"Yes, Lord Delois of Great Love."

Pusser answered with a smile.

Decan then ordered Pusser to immediately, right now, take back the sealed Olive.

Amid Olive's hysterical cries, Pusser carried her back towards the Demon Realm.

Dekan pinched the bridge of his nose.

If he could, he never wanted to see Olive again.

Even after returning to the present world, once Dekan figured out the secret of Isabel's origins, he gave her orders—

Unless there's dirty work involved, never show your face again.

……

"So in the end, it's just us left again."

Having seen off the formidable Olive, Dekan finally seemed to have rediscovered his joy and looked at Irenos.

"What's it like to be a ghost who understands everything?"

"What...what are you going to do?"

Irenos lay prostrate on the ground, struggling to lift his head to look at Dekan.

The chill made his mind exceptionally clear.

He even recalled a series of rumors about this demon—

It is said that...

Delois, the demon, has never been interested in demons who have committed few evil deeds.

On the contrary, as long as the demons are evil enough, Delois seems to be able to smell their scent and sneak up on them, capturing them with traps without them even realizing it.

What awaits them next is a torment commensurate with their crimes, a torment that will leave them unable to live or die.

"Irenos. Do you acknowledge that you are a demon with the blood of millions stained with blood?"

Dekan's tone was calm but carried a hint of danger.

It's like the head of student affairs catching a student violating school rules in the hallway.

Irenos trembled with fear.

My whole body felt frozen, as if my blood had stopped flowing.

For a moment, he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him if he fell into Delois's hands!

Peeling off the skin and pulling out the tendons? Slicing the body piece by piece?

Obviously not!

Delois would never be this merciful!!

"I...I didn't kill that many!"

Irenos's tremolo was incredibly hoarse.

He never imagined such a day would come.

He had always been proud of his art of killing, yet he dared not even admit it to himself.

Compared to the humiliation, Irenos felt nothing but fear for the next second and for the future.

"Ah."

Dekan nodded.

"So, do you truly repent for your past crimes, and for your failed attempt to massacre the entire army and civilians of the Kran territory?"