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"But you still have to watch it a hundred more times."

He added another sentence.

In that instant, Countess Lislina, who had been trembling and whose body swayed like a withered leaf in the wind, suddenly froze.

"After you've finished reading it, we'll ask you for your thoughts. Hopefully, you'll be much better at communicating by then."

As he spoke, he didn't even forget to cast the "Cannot Close Eyes" spell card on Countess Lislina.

Extra Chapter 12: Dekan Returns to Where the Dream Began

"Our new interrogation guidelines are to speak politely, act politely, be a civilized person, and create a civilized town."

Dekan led Cornelia to the door of the basement and looked at Countess Lislina, who was gradually becoming frantic inside, and said...

Perhaps Countess Lislina preferred a more traditional interrogation method.

However, their Kaixin Group can no longer provide this service.

The door slowly closed, and through the gradually narrowing crack, his face was gradually obscured by the door as he spoke.

"It's all fake, it's all fake, hahaha!!"

Countess Lislina felt as if her soul was being torn apart, as if the last few strings holding her in her brain had snapped, and she wanted to escape this terrible reality.

She can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood, or between falsehood and truth.

Finally, the door closed tightly, completely isolating the basement from the space above ground.

……

The two walked up the stairs back to the living room.

The lights in the stairwell are soft and warm, making people feel at home.

It gave me a sense of relief, as if all my work for the day was finally over.

And we also watched a good movie after dinner.

"Dekan, do you think there are kind vampires?"

Cornelia suddenly asked with a hint of curiosity.

"A kind-hearted vampire?"

Dekan paused for a moment, then murmured the same words as if he were genuinely incredulous.

This is indeed a question Cornelia would consider.

She never labels anyone based on any preconceived notions that others have given her.

They only judge others based on their own eyes, what they hear, and their own true feelings.

As a racemologist, Dekan was very interested in this issue.

In those days, the Holy Ritual Church created a colossal kingdom by sealing away all vampires.

But it may also include innocent vampires.

After all, even among demons there are a few who aren't too bad, and among the vampires who are more neutral than demons, there should be some who can coexist peacefully with humans.

"In the era before vampires were eradicated by the Holy Ritual Church, if you looked for them, you should be able to find them."

Dekan smiled slightly and continued earnestly:

“But I’m pretty sure this countess is the kind of vampire who should never return to the earth. I’m not doing this to her because I’m some kind of living Yama.”

"is it?"

Absolutely.

"……Yeah?"

"...Absolutely."

……

One week later.

As night falls and the city lights come on, a high-speed magical train travels along the winding tracks, passing through one magnificent wilderness landscape after another.

The lights inside the carriage illuminated every corner, exuding the marks of time. The elegant wooden floors and exquisite wrought iron decorations created a warm and story-filled scene.

Passengers of all kinds chatted with each other, sharing their travel experiences.

Elegant ladies in formal dresses sipped their fruit wines and chatted with their partners, while adventurous young people excitedly discussed their upcoming adventures in a corner.

The train attendants, dressed in neat uniforms, patrolled the carriages, providing warm and attentive service to passengers. They smiled and inquired about passengers' needs to ensure that every traveler could enjoy the most comfortable experience during this wonderful journey.

A couple and a lively little girl were sitting in one of the carriages.

The skillful Dekan made her a little hat, and when she wore it, her dragon horns looked more like a pair of cute headdresses.

She stayed close to Cornelia the whole way, while Dekan mostly sat on the other side reading newspapers.

Even though Zestellila knew without asking the town priest that the Dekan couple had paid for all the travel expenses and lodging along the way, the Dekan couple were responsible for everything.

But she wasn't a spoiled child.

Without much hesitation, he accepted Dekan and Cornelia's kindness.

Just as the couple would pray—that everything is a blessing from the goddess, and that following her kind and benevolent teachings and not disgracing her name is the best way they can repay her.

Zestellila, who was raised by church priests and nuns from a young age, also felt a deep sense of gratitude towards the goddess.

"This is where?"

Zestellila gazed at the signs that appeared every now and then outside the train window. She couldn't read the scripts of the Central countries printed on them, and she couldn't even understand the language spoken by the passengers who boarded at these stops.

"Norton Kingdom, we'll be in Kuran Territory in two hours."

Cornelia smiled and reached out to pat Zestellella on the back of the head.

Upon hearing this, Zestellila's eyes lit up as if she had been electrocuted.

"The Kingdom of Norton, the territory of Kuran?!"

"Then, will I have the chance to meet that legendary lord and his companions?"

She asked excitedly.

"Which one?"

Cornelia couldn't help but become curious as well.

She had never seen Zestellila show such strong admiration for anyone other than the goddess.

Zestellila took a deep breath, then said almost as if she were shouting:

"The Painful Pope!"

Dekan, who was sitting to the side, almost spat out his tea.

Cornelia was also stunned.

She was a bit overwhelmed by the prank.

Perhaps in order to fit in with the other children, Zestellila had never shown any liking for the Pain Pope in the small town.

After all, the version that circulated in the countryside of the Kingdom of Vihart had completely degenerated into an alternative, dark story.

Now that she had arrived in the hometown of the Painful Pope, Zestellila could no longer contain her excitement.

Dekan's brain was also thinking at the speed of light about what was going on.

Gradually, he unraveled a mystery.

He finally understood why Zestellia hated him so much!

It turned out that it was because she shared the same name as the Pain Pope, and then acted too gently, which to some extent insulted the dark hero she worshipped!

Is it possible for us to visit holy sites along the way?

"I want to go to Hevenlitt Academy. I heard that when he enrolled as a young boy, he knocked out a professor! And then immediately became the school bully!"

"I want to go to the old site of the Happy Group! To see the interrogation room of the three notorious bullies of the capital!"

"I want to become as glamorous, rational, and captivating as the little succubus Dekan!"

"I also want to play the famous zither—the Sword Saint's Cut..."

Listening to Zestellila's incessant chatter and looking into her childlike, innocent, and expectant eyes, Dekan felt as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

He has always liked being respected by others.

But this was the first time anyone's respect had made him feel so bitter, like he had swallowed a bitter pill.

Why do you only admire my negative news?!

Extra Chapter 13: Dekan begins to sense something is wrong.

"Cornelia, Cornelia, will we pass through those holy sites?"

After a long, rambling explanation, Zestellila finally shook Cornelia's forearm and asked.

Cornelia looked at Dekan with a silent, bitter smile.

She sensed that Dekan's feelings were also quite complicated at that moment.

It's not easy to answer Zestellella's question on behalf of Dekan.

"...maybe, probably, perhaps."

Dekan spoke vaguely.

It would be better if Zestellila, that little guy, resisted his past deeds like Tata did.