The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Seeing that Icardinos had almost finished recalling, Dekan continued to ask:

Can you describe what happened at the time?

"I was kneeling on the ground at the time..."

Icardinos was about to answer when she stopped after saying just a few words.

Her pale, delicate cheeks suddenly regained some color, and her eyes looked very strange.

If she were to reveal a certain detail from her dream to someone in person, she, as the Empress of the Empire, would likely be utterly destroyed in some respects.

Is deliberately concealing something considered deception?

The other party clearly proposed a price that was based on sincerity and was extremely lenient.

But could all of this be part of the other party's scheme?

She had heard that Dekan was a guy who took pleasure in torturing his enemies' minds.

Perhaps he had already gathered some information in the Shadow World of the Demon Realm, and his true purpose from the beginning was to force himself to admit that the Empress had once been so frightened in her dream that she lost control of her bladder—

This would strip her of her dignity as the Empress.

"me……"

Icardinos's eyes grew increasingly red, and her lips began to tremble, as if she was desperately mustering an unprecedented amount of courage to admit that her life was over.

"Alright, that's enough. Our deal is done, and I'll help you achieve your wish."

Dekan noticed Icardinos's embarrassed state, and even though she hadn't mentioned the content of her dream at all, Dekan was certain of which scene she had dreamt of.

"?"

This made Mier look at Dekan with great surprise.

She had just assumed that Dekan would laugh mockingly and say, "This is my punishment for you."

Why does this guy still look so serious?

Isn't that acting too convincingly?!

In Mier's memory, wasn't Dekan the guy who loved to make girls cry at the slightest opportunity to drive them crazy?

Why are they so merciful when it comes to Icardinos?!

"you……"

Icardinos stared at Dekan in shock; she really couldn't understand what this guy was thinking.

Despite being in a position of absolute advantage, he proposed an inexplicable price, asked inexplicable questions, and then inexplicably let her go just when she thought everything was over.

All of this was so inexplicable, it felt like I was seeing it all before.

The clearer Icardinos's mind became from the chaos, the more she felt that Dekan knew what had happened in her dream!

This guy has likely experienced the Shadow World of the Demon Realm Holy Kingdom once again, and this time, he encountered her again in the Shadow World!

"What exactly do you know...?!"

Icardinos's eyes were filled with confusion, yet she became extremely vigilant!

Whom does he correspond to in the Holy Kingdom?

What is my relationship with that guy?!

Icardinos felt that her dream memories and reality were constantly overlapping and colliding.

"It seems that this way will make you more familiar with it."

As he spoke, Dekan took out the [Blood Mimicry] and calmly changed his race to that of a male dragon demon.

In the blink of an eye, his originally blue pupils turned gold when he opened them again.

"You, you...!!!"

Icardinos clutched her head in anguish, staring wide-eyed at Dekan, a hoarse tremor escaping her throat.

It was as if the most terrifying nightmare in my memory had been reversed with reality.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was truly awake or still trapped in a deeper nightmare!

Even if there's no pitch-black fog here! Even if there are no mournful songs!

The red-haired dragon demon in front of her was also disguised using a fifth-tier epic spell right in front of her.

But Icardinos's unfocused pupils could not be taken off Dekan's eyes!

This gold color is the demonic eye of that figure that Icardinos can never forget!

Icardinos felt her vision blurring and her mind buzzing!

The long-forgotten memories she feared in her dreams also began to resurface.

That was a hospital that left me exhausted.

That was the dean's office on the top floor.

But that most terrifying, most evil, and most dangerous demon!

He... didn't seem to want to kill or torture himself!

Because Icardinos finally remembered that the ritual they performed was not forcing her into an unequal contract, but a solemn ceremony for the Great Demon Clan to select an heir!

He was protecting himself, saving his heart from collapse!

“De…Delois…I…I am the successor of Delois…”

Icardinos trembled as she lowered her hands from her head and stared blankly at Dekan.

Until this moment, she finally noticed something.

Dekan's eyes seemed to remain gentle throughout.

There was no pretense in his words; it was as if he had never regarded her as an enemy, but rather as family.

She was overthinking things and overlooked the truth in appearances.

This inexplicable genuine kindness should have troubled and alarmed Icardinos, who had already closed her heart to love.

But for some reason, she now only felt a stinging sensation in her tear ducts, like an emotion welling up from the bottom of her heart, or like an instinct from her soul.

"Have you finally remembered who I am?"

Dekan asked with a smile.

"Teacher..."

Icardinos's lips trembled slightly, and it took her two full utterances to finally utter those two words.

Guilt, heartache, gratitude—so many emotions are mixed together, and no amount of words can express it all in this short address.

Dekan simply smiled and extended his left hand.

As if a memory were replaying in Icardinos's mind, she couldn't resist closing her eyes tightly, waiting for the other person's hand to press on her head, to interrogate her soul, and to judge her right and wrong over the years.

This is the fear and test she must endure.

however.

Dekan simply placed his hand lightly on her head before taking it back.

The terrifying demonic sword did not appear.

Icardinos opened her eyes and looked at the soft yet somewhat dazzling light behind Nadekan. For a moment, she didn't know why everything had changed.

“Icardinos, you must know that this is no longer the Demon Realm, and we are no longer demons. People, things, fate—everything has changed.”

"Although I don't know what you're thinking, I'll listen to you slowly."

"And I'm willing to believe you, don't worry."

Dekan said gently.

After listening to Dekan's words in a daze, Icardinos tried to appear more mature, but the bitterness in her heart was indescribable. Her eyes became even redder, and tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"Waaaa, I'm so sorry... I lost to the God of Chaos..."

Icardinos finally burst into tears, her previous aloofness as the Empress completely gone. She was like a child who had been lost in the streets all afternoon, finally waiting for her parents to come looking for her.

Dekan frowned as he looked at Icardinos's familiar appearance.

"You lost, so you lost. Do you still remember the Deutsche Welle dueling principles I taught you?"

Dekan's tone became much sterner.

"what?"

Icardinos, tears welling in her eyes, cried and wiped them away as she stared at Dekan with a mixture of fear and seriousness.

"If you can't win, call for reinforcements. If the younger ones can't handle the older ones, and if one can't beat the other, call a whole group. There's no shame in using a powerful summoning spell."

Seeing Icardinos crying, Dekan thought to himself, "As expected of Eve, she's so pathetic."

He couldn't maintain his serious mentor demeanor and couldn't help but laugh again.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't recall that memory!"

Icardinos quickly bowed her head and apologized to Dekan.

"Hehe, just consider it something I'm teaching you. And later I'll show you my records from the last time in the Shadow World. It contains a lot of stories about you, so you can see how interesting you were before."

While Dekan was both mocking and comforting Icardinos.

"By the way, did you really teach Eve this line?"

The master craftsman muttered to himself in bewilderment.

She felt she couldn't recall Dekan ever teaching Eve this.

Even the master didn't expect Doloice to have such a gentle and tolerant personality.

This must have been made up by Dekan on the spot.

Just as the master was about to question Dekan.

"Where is...Talomatti?"

As if she had grasped some fragment of memory that she couldn't let go of, Icardinos reached out and grabbed Dekan's clothes in a panic and asked.