Fighting you is like being in jail.

Simmel's feelings were complicated along the way, especially when she thought that the Demon King had also been reincarnated, and she couldn't help but clench her hands holding the rope tightly.

"Without the Holy Sword... we can't win at all. We need to find a way to get the Holy Sword."

"We can't let the Demon King run rampant here. I just wonder... how many more will sacrifice themselves this time... sigh..."

Simmel's eyes were filled with melancholy, but she was already prepared in her heart.

He was determined not to die, because now his life didn't belong to just one person, but also to Frilian.

"No matter what, we must minimize the damage!"

The dragon chariot sped across the hills, heading towards the capital.

Chapter 254 You are so arrogant—DESU!

When Simmel arrived in the capital, it was nearly noon.

The sun shone on the road at this time, turning the originally white stone slabs orange, making it feel even hotter.

Pedestrians were walking and running on both sides of the road, creating a lively scene.

But all of this has nothing to do with Simmel now. Her first stop in the dragon carriage is the somewhat familiar Reinhard's house.

After all, it's easier to deal with someone you know, and you can also ask Reinhard to point out which nobles are in the capital.

Upon arriving at the Sword Saint's family, Simmel politely explained her purpose to the guards, who immediately ran into the manor to spread the word.

Not long after, Reinhard came out to meet them.

"Simmel, is what you're saying true? Roswaal is dead?"

Reinhard stared wide-eyed at Simmel, utterly shocked by the news.

The death of any nobleman is no small matter; there are many things to arrange afterward.

"It's true. Just yesterday, Lord Roswaal died in the Earl's mansion during the Demon Lord's sneak attack. These are the details. Since the Earl's mansion is currently overwhelmed, they hired me to deliver this message."

As she spoke, Simmel took out the prepared envelope and handed it to Reinhard, her eyes filled with bitterness.

Reinhard took the envelope, quickly opened it, and stared intently at its contents. After reading it, his expression immediately darkened.

"I understand, I'll attend the funeral. Next, you'll need to notify the others, right? If you don't know their locations, I can point them out to you."

"Thank you so much for your help."

"It's alright. But I'm sorry I don't have time to entertain you, I have to tell other people about this."

"I know, I won't bother you any longer."

"Yes, you're welcome to visit me next time."

Reinhard smiled at Simmel, his eyes filled with anticipation. He could sense something different about Simmel; even the dragon sword at his waist had reacted slightly during their first meeting.

He is an opponent you can go all out against.

Having bid farewell to Reinhard, Simmel drove her dragon chariot toward the noble's location marked on the map.

Next up is Priscilla.

Upon arriving at the entrance, she was easily invited into the reception room, where she saw Al upon arrival.

Al approached quietly, asking with a gossipy air, "Is what you're saying true? Roswaal is dead? I'm Priscilla's knight, you can just call me Al."

"Yes."

Simmel nodded.

"This is interesting... So Emilia has lost her supporters? That's good news, I must say."

"What supporters?"

Simmel asked curiously.

"They are the supporters of the king candidates. All four candidates now have supporters, but with Roswaal dead, Emilia has no one to support her anymore."

"Sigh...this is a complicated matter. It's not something I can think about."

Simmel understood the situation and immediately abandoned her plan to learn more.

He sat on the sofa, waiting for Priscilla to arrive.

Not long after, Priscilla's voice rang out.

"Al! Al! Where have you been? This is utterly disrespectful!"

"Your Highness, I'm here."

Upon hearing this, Al immediately strode forward and respectfully replied to Priscilla.

"Yes, there won't be a next time."

Priscilla nodded in satisfaction. She knew that Al had met with Simmel in advance to test whether Simmel was truly harmless.

But he just wouldn't say it.

After Priscilla sat down opposite Simmel, she looked her over carefully, then smiled and said:

"Is what you're saying true?"

"Yes, this is the relevant information."

The envelope on the ground in Simmel.

"Just put it on the table. I don't have that much time to look at such boring things."

Priscilla arrogantly unfolded her fan, not even glancing at the envelope.

Simmel didn't say much. After putting down the envelope, she politely said, "The letter has been delivered. Please excuse me for leaving now. There are other people who need to deliver letters."

"Yes. I give my permission."

Priscilla nodded in satisfaction.

Just as Simmel was leaving, Priscilla suddenly said, "How about you come work for me?"

Simmel paused, then turned around with a smile and said earnestly, "I appreciate your kindness, but I won't be staying here for long, so I'm very sorry."

"Ah."

Priscilla nodded and said nothing more.

After quickly leaving the manor, Simmel hurried toward the next house.

After that, things became much easier, and it wasn't until evening that all the envelopes were delivered.

……

Meanwhile, Leng Chang was not idle either.

He walked through the dark wilderness, stepping on the grass as he made his way towards a cave at the foot of the mountain.

Before they even got close to the cave, they were stopped by people who appeared silently. These priests, dressed in black and holding weapons, stared at Leng Chang in silence.

"Oh ya oh ya oh ya oh ya!"

"This is truly an unexpected bonus. I wonder if this young man is lost, or what's wrong?"

"Oh! My apologies! Vadashi, the Sloth of the Witch Cult, Petitchius Romani-Conti—DESU!"

His face was extremely distorted, with an insane smile so wide that you could see his gums, and his eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.

He sensed something as he spoke, sniffed, and held up two fingers in front of his eyes, looking at Leng Chang with a mixture of curiosity and doubt.

"Why do I feel like you're different? There's something...something...indescribable feeling about you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Chang grinned, forcing a smile as he said:

"Hehehehehe!"

"Wa Dashi, the arrogant leader of the Witch Cult, Suo Aimen Aimen Orn Suo Ai Odi!"

"Nice to meet you, Petitchius... Would you be interested in discussing our next move?"

In an instant, an extremely evil aura erupted from Leng Chang's body, while he looked at Petitchius with an extremely possessive gaze.

It's a feeling of wanting to have everything under control.

"You...you really are arrogant!"

"Oh—! That's wonderful! What diligence we would make if we joined forces!"

Petitchius cupped his face in his hands, twisting his body to its limit, standing there contorted, but his eyes were fixed on Leng Chang.

Suddenly his face turned cold, and he asked in an icy tone.

"And what about your Gospels?"

"laugh--!"

Leng Chang let out a sneer, his eyes gleaming as he said, "The Gospels? I need something like that? It's just an ordinary book after all, why bother with it?"

"Oh! You are so arrogant—DESU!"

Petitchius looked at Leng Chang with surprise, his smile widening.

Chapter 255 Too much luck will make it hard to find a toilet.

Under Petitchius's gaze, Leng Chang slowly took a step and walked to the side.

As he walked, he said, "Next, I will gather the other high priests of sin to deal with a very terrifying guy."

"Oh my, oh my, oh my, this is truly intriguing. What kind of being could you be so wary of, that you would even summon all the great sin priests to deal with him?"

Petitschius straightened up and silently walked towards Leng Chang.

Then the two walked in a 180-degree circle, creating a graceful silhouette.

Leng Chang did not hide anything from Petitchius's question and spoke directly:

"A hero, a hero even stronger than the sword saint Reinhard. His name is Simmel, whose sword can slice through the sky with a single strike. Shattering the earth is even easier for him. Are you satisfied with such an enemy?"

"That's really diligent—!"

Petritchius clutched his head, trembling as if he were about to break his own head, and went completely mad.

Then his expression turned serious, and he said solemnly:

"What does this have to do with me?"

In an instant, Leng Chang vanished from his spot and suddenly appeared before Petitchius, standing with his hands behind his back, looking down at him with disdain, and said in a low but clear voice:

"Beside Simmel is a silver-haired half-elf girl named Emilia."

Thump! Thump! Boom!

Petruccius's pupils contracted to the size of needles, and he seemed to tremble as if in an earthquake. He stared blankly as if his brain had completely shut down, then he covered his face with his hands and frantically scratched at his skin.

"Ah—! Oh, love—!"

"Brain—! It's trembling! The brain is really trembling WRYYYYYYYY—!"

His body leaned back to its limit, almost hitting his forehead on the ground, and his body trembled violently.

"It's so funny and hilarious!"

"Ah—! This is absolutely wonderful!"

“Diligent, diligent, diligent, diligent—!”

"A silver-haired half-elf girl, what a wonderful description."

"Hehehehehehe ah hahahahaha..."

Tears streamed from his eyes and drooled from his mouth, his face instantly becoming a mess of tears and saliva.

Leng Chang silently observed Petitchius's appearance, unsure whether he was happy or in pain.

Looking back on Petitchius's past, he must be happy now.

I'm happy to hear news of Emilia again, happy that she's still alive. As for the pain, it's my own madness, the defeats of the past, and the pain of not being able to protect her in the end.

Of course, it could also just be pure madness.

However, the events of these past years, and the moment I saw Emilia's blank expression again, were mostly due to something subconsciously remembered, but ultimately it was consumed by madness.