The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

The night in the capital was cool and quiet.

The gray-haired youth strolled up the steps, one step at a time, without ever looking back.

He continued forward, the bright moonlight generously shining on his shoulders, as if guiding him toward his desired destination.

that's it.

Dekan walked step by step to Cornelia.

Then, he held the legendary spell, which was as red as a rose, in his hands.

He knelt down on one knee in front of her.

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Author's Note:

Evening's honest man, working through the night, won't stop writing! The Legend of Red will not be left for the next chapter! Speaking of which, it really feels more and more like the grand finale; every chapter I write is one less to write, haha!

Please continue to ask for monthly votes! I'll add 1 chapter for every 500 monthly votes, and of course, all of them will be free extra chapters after the story is finished! As you can see, we're in a huge debt situation, having paid off nine out of ten, but we still owe a huge debt. But that doesn't stop Xi Zhi from calling him father!

361 Dekan's Proposal

Let's go back to one day ago.

The back garden of the temporary residence arranged by the royal family of the Kingdom of Vihart for the Elector of the Saron Empire.

It was getting late, and the moonlight under the night sky was dim.

The courtyard was poorly lit, but a figure could be vaguely seen gradually emerging from the shadows.

This furtive behavior did not arouse Clay's suspicion.

Clay, who is in charge of security for this estate, went to bed early today.

The figure in the garden was none other than Dekan.

After asking Clay to confirm that no one was around the mansion, Dekan left with peace of mind.

Then, a person came to this quiet courtyard.

Tomorrow is the card-making ceremony of the Kingdom of Vihart.

Logically speaking, the night before such a grand event would be nerve-wracking, and as the Elector of the Saron Empire, he would certainly be the focus of everyone's attention.

But for Dekan, he had seen too many scenes and was already used to even the grandest occasions.

However, at this moment, Dekan was tightly clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hand. These flowers were cultivated from seeds he had brought from the Demon King's Tomb and were flowers that could not be seen in this world before.

Nobody knew what Dekan was going to do.

He was pacing back and forth in the garden, looking somewhat nervous.

Yes, it's nervousness.

He wasn't nervous when facing the Destroyer Bishop Evans at the third rank.

Even when he faced the corrupt Bishop Fahim head-on, he wasn't nervous.

Later, when the fifth and sixth tiers fought against the Chaos Gods Agamemnon and Menelius, Dekan felt no tension whatsoever.

But now, he holds a bouquet of carefully prepared flowers in his hand.

I have absolutely no idea how to put my thoughts into words!

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will face a problem tomorrow.

If you win the card-making ceremony, the winner can choose to marry a member of the royal family or choose a large prize.

While theoretically choosing the reward and reconsidering the marriage proposal would be the most profitable option...

But if Dekan makes that choice, he might anger Deloitte to the point of resurrection!

The answer is already clear!

If you're a man, propose!

"Ahem... what should we say then?"

Dekan coughed twice and muttered to himself.

If you ask him if he's nervous, he really is.

I don't even know why I'm so nervous!

Dekan was actually worried that if he actually won the card-making ceremony tomorrow, he would embarrass himself because he hadn't prepared in advance.

I originally planned to hide in my room and prepare myself in front of the mirror.

But it just doesn't feel quite right.

He even got criticized by his master:

"When you practice in front of the mirror, it always makes me feel like you're proposing to Dolois. Besides, Dolois shouldn't be as embarrassing as you are. Also, you and I look so alike, it really feels weird for me to propose to you in front of the mirror."

The result was a righteous and stern rebuttal from Dekan:

"Let me tell you, even Deloitte would get nervous! I guarantee that although he seems more composed than me, he's just like me at heart!"

Master: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Dekan: "Heh, Master, face reality. Your brother is just that kind of person. Don't try to beautify Dolois and refuse to accept the fact that I am your brother."

Finally, after an argument, the master gave up arguing with Dekan and took Dekan's dinner away.

……

After dinner, Dekan considered it again and again.

We decided to practice in an environment closer to the end of tomorrow's ceremony.

The spacious and elegant courtyard under the moonlight is quite lovely!

So he found Clay, had him scout out the area around the mansion, and then sent Clay away.

He was the only one in the courtyard now.

You can practice with confidence.

Everything is to prevent embarrassment tomorrow!

So Dekan faced the flowerbed, imagining Cornelia standing before him, and began to maintain the inexplicably confident demeanor of the Elector, saying:

"Cornelia, I'm now a world-renowned hero. Marrying me would be a great deal..."

"...Uh, wouldn't it be too stupid to say that?"

Dekan shook his head, then adopted a deeper tone:

"Cornelia, from the moment I first saw you, my heart was captured. Will you spend the rest of your life with me...?"

"Wow! No, no, I can't say that!"

"And she scared me half to death when we first met!"

Dekan recalled the dent on his dormitory door and had to admit that it was the first time in his life he had felt his heart flutter.

—Although I was so frightened that my heart skipped a beat.

"...When did I realize I liked her?"

After thinking for a moment, Dekan muttered to himself.

Back at the Demon Academy, I only considered her a close companion.

Helping her lure the fairy cat was just so she could challenge the second Shadow World in a better mood.

We had a great time playing together in the desolate old house in the mountains. Well, we were already quite close back then, but it was more like we were just playmates.

In Tristine City, on the night of victory celebration, sitting beside her and watching the fireworks together, I felt that making her smile was the greatest reward for a day's hard work.

The Church of Sacred Rites has become completely accustomed to having her by its side every second.

Every day she went to the Kingdom of Landil to participate in the seventh-tier team assessment, she was beautiful no matter what.

By the time he reached the sixth level of the Demon Realm prison, he could no longer deny the fact that he was completely infatuated with her.

The unbearable desolation and loneliness he felt during the two years they were separated in the Kingdom of Philoven, the suffocating loneliness he experienced with Deloitte in the Holy Kingdom, and their reunion in the Norton capital...

But exactly, from what moment did it begin?

It seems we need to figure this out before we can come up with the perfect vow!

Dekan scratched his hair hard, seemingly not having many ideas for the moment.

It feels like knowing the answer.

However, it's not so simple to present the process in words.

While struggling with his dilemma, Dekan unconsciously paced back and forth, shaking his arms, nearly shaking off a bunch of demonic flowers, leaving only a bare, comical flower stem in his hand.

"Sigh! Life's most important decisions are so difficult. I don't want to say a single wrong word, I don't want to regret it. What would Doloice do if it were me..."

While Dekan was lamenting.

"Pfft, how embarrassing. Now you know the difference between yourself and Dolois."

The master's mocking thoughts echoed in Dekan's mind once again.

It's like having a brother who appears glamorous in public, but only the sister who has lived with him for over a decade knows his shameful nature.

The master was already used to it.

Dekan remained silent.

He was in a good mood recently and hadn't planned to hold a grudge against his master.

But recalling the dinner that had been stolen, the frustration that had been building up earlier surged up in her heart along with her anger.

Dekan sneered, muttering to himself:

“‘Delois is my proud brother’—that’s what Talomatti said, right? And as punishment for mocking me, arguing with me, and stealing my food, I’m going to shatter all your illusions.”

What are you going to do?

The master gradually sensed that something was amiss.