The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

"I really don't have that many bad intentions. I will not interfere with any future conflicts or disputes between the Kingdom of Vihart and these nobles."

Clay was silent for a moment after hearing this, as if he understood something. He sat up and pointed at Dekan:

"You..."

Dekan simply continued sipping his tea.

Before Clay could finish speaking, he lay back down. He already knew what Dekan was planning.

Decan simply wanted to wait for these nobles to go wild for a while.

When they discover Dekan's true identity, their worldview collapses, and in their terror, they begin to frantically imagine the intentions behind Dekan's previous moves and how many traps he has dug for them.

But then Dekan did absolutely nothing to them!

They always maintain a state of "purges are imminent, the big ones are coming soon."

Is it scary? Will it frighten people? Will they be able to sleep after this?

Clay felt that even if the old king and the eldest prince of the Vihart Kingdom didn't have to do anything, they could still easily control these nobles.

"You've always been good at torturing humans."

"Clay exclaimed."

I'm not afraid of being retaliated against by a jerk, I'm afraid of having a jerk who's always thinking about me.

"I've really been kind, okay? These nobles have paranoia. They scared themselves into having mental illnesses. It's not fair to blame me for it."

Dr. Dekan, the former chief physician of the Department of Psychiatry, said this.

……

A week later.

The day of the card-making ceremony in the Kingdom of Vihart.

The capital city looked exceptionally bustling this morning, with crowds already thronging the streets early in the morning.

The aroma of snacks from various shops wafted through the streets, and bursts of cheerful laughter occasionally drifted out, adding a touch of warmth to the not-so-cold winter in the Southern Kingdom.

Today, the Kingdom of Vihart is celebrating as if it were holding a festival.

A grand event is being prepared in the square not far from the palace.

This is the largest square in the capital, backed by the royal palace and facing the entire city. The streets on both sides are extremely wide, all paved with solid, flat white stone slabs, large enough to accommodate a square formation of a knight legion.

His Majesty the King will soon be on the high platform in the square to preside over the opening ceremony of the card-making ceremony.

On the high platforms that had already been erected on both sides were the positions of some of the country's nobles and powerful figures, and high-ranking members of organizations such as the Sun God Cult and the Card Makers Association would also be invited to participate.

The closer you get to the square, the more likely you are to spot the fully armed guards.

A large number of citizens had already gathered near the square, and the streets on both sides were packed with people. Large numbers of citizens continued to flock to the long streets on both sides of the square, and the long queues seemed to stretch for over a kilometer.

Not long after, the palace gates finally opened slowly.

The current ruler of the kingdom, His Majesty Styles, came into view.

The king, who is in his fifties, wore a crown and heavy robes, and his expression seemed to have a hint of kindness in addition to his majesty.

King Styles ascended the platform that was his alone. Apart from his personal guards, only members of the royal family were allowed to get close to him, while even the kingdom's three dukes were kept at a distance.

On the high platform, the king's gaze swept across the entire audience, a smile appeared on his face as he nodded, and then he raised his hand to greet the people.

All the nobles on the high platform rose and stood at attention, bowing slightly towards the palace gates, while all the knights and troops performed a standard knightly salute.

One can notice the expressions on the faces of the three dukes.

There was some respect, but not much.

Instead of showing more respect to the king in front of the many guests from other kingdoms, they showed no respect for the king at this moment, and instead quickly focused their attention on the guests from the empire!

Only when they looked at the Elector did many nobles, led by the three dukes, show genuine smiles of admiration, and the arc of their bows to the Elector from afar was much larger than when they bowed to the king!

Meanwhile, the Elector, seated in the VIP section on the other side of the stands, also smiled and waved back at the three dukes.

The king was clearly a magnanimous man and did not take to heart the rude behavior of the nobles who had openly challenged the dignity of the royal family. He simply began to preside over the pre-race ceremony of the grand event in a calm tone.

……

"Alright, if there are no questions, our ceremony will officially begin in half an hour as scheduled."

After explaining the details, the king addressed the crowd in the stands.

In addition to the nobles of this country and their agents, there were also many guests from other countries at this competition, including a high-ranking and powerful card maker from the Card Makers Association!

Of course, the royal family also appointed acting card makers through the eldest and second princes respectively.

However, what reassured everyone for the time being was that this time, the Emperor Elect of the Empire seemed to only intend to be an observer and had no intention of personally getting involved.

After all, he had not submitted any prior application for the competition. Unless a participant suddenly requests a change of agent, he does not have the right to participate temporarily.

Even though few card makers from other countries raised questions with the king at that moment, he patiently answered them one by one.

Just when it seemed no one would raise any more questions.

Even the Elector, who had been the focus of much attention, raised his hand and asked the King on the high platform:

“Your Majesty, as a potential beneficiary of this competition, Princess Cornelia should also have the right to appoint a designated representative, shouldn’t she?”

His question immediately caused a stir!

People couldn't understand what he meant by bringing this up at this time.

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Dekan kindly added:

"What I mean is, if Princess Cornelia needs an agent, I might be a good choice. Actually, I'm quite good at card making, you know?"

Dekan seemed unafraid of making things worse, even winking in the direction where Princess Cornelia was.

His actions once again ignited the scene!

"Is this guy eyeing Princess Cornelia?!"

"The Imperials have been looking to cause trouble! They've finally revealed their true colors!"

"This is intolerable!!"

In an instant, apart from the three dukes and their faction's nobles, almost everyone in the kingdom expressed extreme anger towards the Elector.

"Your Excellency the Elector! Are you insane?! Princess Cornelia would never allow you to act as her successor!"

Finally, even a high-ranking official disregarded Dekan's power and shouted angrily at him.

Even if the three dukes are just bullies relying on their masters' power, the Imperial Censor's absurd and frivolous attitude has gone too far!

Dekan merely bowed slightly to the speaker, then smiled and extended his hand towards Cornelia in an inviting gesture, asking:

"Princess Cornelia, what do you say?"

Just as everyone's eyes were focused on Cornelia, waiting for her response to deliver a resounding slap to the Elector's face.

All that could be heard was her voice:

"Your Excellency, the contestant must use their true form to participate."

Cornelia looked at Dekan and smiled, responding as if she were acting with him in the film world.

The two's inexplicable conversation drew puzzled responses from the audience.

Does Princess Cornelia mean she's refusing or agreeing?

Moreover, was the Elector's appearance disguised?

Even if the Elector was in disguise, how did Princess Cornelia see through it?

What's the deal with this unusual harmony and tacit understanding between these two?!

As if he had heard these puzzled whispers, Dekan leaned back in his VIP seat and smiled slightly.

He stood up and used the [Shadow Cleansing] spell that Mir had given him to instantly wash away all his disguises and disguises, turning back into his gray hair and classic skin.

He bowed to Cornelia again.

But this time, it was not the imperial etiquette that was being performed, but the etiquette of the Kingdom of Norton!

"Princess Cornelia, may I be your employee? I promise to create a magic card that will satisfy you!"

Dekan shouted confidently at Cornelia in his clear voice!

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Author's Note:

This chapter might have some sentences and paragraphs that are a bit brief and need to be refined, but it's already past four o'clock and I'm too sleepy... I'll go to sleep now and revise it tomorrow... These past few days of recuperation have felt like playing two basketball games in PE class and then coming back to the classroom, feeling incredibly tired... If only I had another physics teacher, I could fall asleep on my desk the moment he started talking...

360 The Red Legend of Dekan

"Then, Mr. Dekan, I beg you! Please win this grand ceremony for me!"

Cornelia stood on the royal viewing platform and returned her request to Dekan.

"Princess, I have received your wish."

Dekan was just like the steward Delois of the lord's mansion back then, who accepted the commission from Miss Corodia.

In that instant, his triumphant smile seemed to return to the moment when he secured victory over the Pope at the end of the Heroes' Festival in the Kingdom of Philovian!

Although the entire venue had been completely silent since the beginning.

But silence speaks louder than words.

Then, as the people around him stood there dumbfounded and made way for him, Dekan stepped down from the stands reserved for imperial VIPs and came to the side belonging to the Vihart royal family!

At this moment, he was no longer the Elector of the Saron Empire, but rather an acting card maker employed by the Vihart royal family.

Finally, as if they had finally accepted the truth or had come to their senses, the audience erupted in gasps of surprise.

"The Elector is none other than Mr. Dekan?!"

"How is this possible?! What has he done in the Empire?!"

"Mr. Dekan has not only returned! He has returned with true peace!"

"#Inquire about the status of nobles in the Kingdom of Vihart."