Abyssal Deserter's Confession

Tristan's gaze seemed capable of freezing Xia Lin solid. The shortsword in his hand trembled faintly, clearly restrained by sheer force of will from unleashing his Killing Intent.

"Step aside, Xia Lin." His voice was dangerous. "You don't know what you're doing."

Celia, who had just been saved, widened her eyes in surprise as well. She could not understand why this man, who had only moments ago plotted to drive her into a desperate corner, was now protecting her instead.

"Calm down, Mr. Inquisitor." Xia Lin did not turn around. He merely held Tristan's weapon steadily at bay with the blade of his sword, feeling the faint tremors of rage running through the other man's weapon. "I'm just curious about this—rather unusual succubus lady. Before carrying out the final judgment, I want to ask her a few questions. Don't you think she differs from the demons we know in many ways?"

"Any anomaly is merely a disguise demons use to beguile the hearts of men!" Tristan shouted harshly. "Do not believe a single word that comes from a succubus's mouth! Their words are steeped in lies and venom! Your so-called curiosity is the beginning of corruption! Step aside, Xia Lin Tolemo, or I will regard you as an accomplice of demons!"

"Mr. Tristan is right." Kade stepped forward, his face full of conflict, yet he still chose to stand with the Inquisitor. "This demon is exceedingly cunning. It even desecrated the Goddess's sanctity! Don't be deceived by its appearance any longer!"

Sera crossed her arms and leaned lazily against the doorframe, looking utterly unconcerned. "I don't care. Do whatever you want."

Yet her left hand, hidden within her sleeve, had already silently clenched a scroll.

Xia Lin ignored his companions' warnings. He sheathed his sword and, beneath Tristan's icy stare,