Lord Dekan's Mission (Two-in-One)

Amidst a burst of falling flames, Evans's figure crashed heavily to the ground like a meteorite in an instant.

Evans couldn't fathom how much explosives Dekan had packed into the Magic Airship to create such power.

But Evans knew that this time, he had been utterly defeated.

Even with his high stamina and tank-like build, he couldn't withstand the sudden explosion.

His entire right arm had been blasted apart by the fireball explosion, leaving it a bloody mess.

Especially below the elbows, after directly confronting the Magic Airship, many parts of the flesh had been completely blasted away, revealing bare white bones.

His original black priest's robe was now charred in many places and had several large, tattered holes. Even his once red hair had turned quite black.

Even on his deathbed, Evans trembled uncontrollably with the burning anger and resentment within him.

He was the Bishop of Ruin of the Resurrection Church!

He was feared by millions of people in his time!

How could such a day have come!

In Evans's mind, there were indeed some formidable enemies in the world that he could take seriously.

However, they are highly skilled, and most of them are of high status and have a big ego, so they pay a lot of attention to their demeanor before making a move.

Of course, this is also the greatest weakness of those who are strong.

The ruthless Evans has a natural advantage over them.

Little did he expect that he would ultimately fall victim to a scoundrel like Dekan who lacked any sense of martial ethics.

Evans even found Dekan more disgusting than the most despicable and Bishop of Corruption in the church!

Regardless of how strong this guy named Dekan really is.

To be able to push Evans to this point, even a Quasi-Special Grade Card Crafter.

With such talent, how come he has no ambition whatsoever, acting completely like a scoundrel?

Is TM sick or something?

These civilian vehicles were filled with explosives.

Evans couldn't figure it out, and he was running out of time to think about it.

Evans was nearly exhausted, both in terms of magical power and life force.

"Rustle."

A slight noise came from the open field.

It was the sound of someone walking towards Evans.

Evans didn't have the strength to lift his head, and he couldn't see clearly, but he knew who was still around him.

Isabel walked slowly and gracefully to Evans' side.

She lightly brandished the dagger, her expression slightly amused as she watched Evans's disheveled state.

"Lord Evans, please hold on a little longer."

With a gentle tone, Isabel helped Evans to his feet.

With a feigned gentleness, she slowly poured a small bottle of recovery potion down Evans' throat.

Hehehe...

Evans found it all absurd and laughable, but he didn't even have the strength to resist being forced to drink the medicine.

This small bottle of medicine is undoubtedly just meant to prolong his life a little longer.

Perhaps Dekan simply wanted to torture and interrogate him a little longer.

But Evans didn't care anymore.

He'd had enough.

Nothing could stir his emotions anymore.

Even torture, or something even more Terror, is nothing to be afraid of.

However.

He only heard Isabel say:

"Lord Dekan ordered that you must die by his hand."

This caused Evans' pupils to shrink sharply.

He seemed to have figured something out.

Immediately.

He laughed maniacally, blood still in his mouth.

"Hahaha, hahaha!"

He laughed like that until he vomited more and more blood and gradually became weak.

"Take me there... Just thinking about the disgusted looks on the Kingdom Association and the other bishops is enough..."

Evans looked dejected, but a maniacal smile played on his lips.

"Isabel... I'll be waiting for you in hell..."

Evans closed his eyes, like a dying man who had accepted his fate.

"Hehe."

Isabel gave a cold laugh.

Seeing Evans's miserable state, she couldn't help but feel deeply moved.

When we get to hell, you might still have to call me "sister."

Don't they know which esteemed person I'm following?

The night was deep and the sky, now dark, was studded with countless stars.

The Beautiful Minds Trio returned to the Lord's Mansion and were sitting on the sofa in the drawing room chatting with Lord Viscount Lampard about the local customs and culture of Tristine.

Dekan raised an eyebrow and looked out the window.

He seemed to sense something.

"Brother Lampard, lend me two guard knights."

"Good."

While chatting with friends about lighthearted topics, Dekan suddenly made this request, Lampard naturally understood what Dekan was going to do.

He beckoned two guard knights over and assigned these two trusted men to Dekan.

He instructed them to strictly follow Dekan's arrangements, not to ask questions, and not to overthink.

Dekan nodded in satisfaction and quickly left the mansion with the two knights.

After leaving the mansion's garden, he walked along the path at the very back of the mansion.

No one usually passes by here.

Because no one would linger in the area behind the Lord's Mansion, where there's no gate but only a courtyard wall.

"I'd like you two to stand guard on both sides and prevent anyone from getting close, not even the guards on routine patrol."

"And no matter what happens here, don't come over. Come find me in the vicinity in twenty minutes."

Dekan explained.

"Yes."

The two knights quickly dispersed as Dekan had instructed.

After looking around and making sure no one was there, Dekan transformed into a gray Sprite Cat with exceptional skill, jumped onto the wall, and made his way to a corner.

The moon was dim in the night sky, and the light here was extremely poor, but a slender figure could still be vaguely seen gradually emerging from the shadows.

Isabel, dragging Evans, found Dekan's location.

She carried Evans in a plastic bag, making it easy to hide him from any bloodstains along the way.

The person and the cat didn't communicate verbally.

Under the watchful eye of Dekan Cat, Isabel opened the bag and showed Evans inside to Dekan.

"Not bad, meow."

The Dekan Cat stood on the high wall, its sapphire-like eyes shining unusually brightly in the shadows.

It leaped down from the high wall, looked at the dying Evans, and gently pressed its paw onto the summoned [Blood Purification].

As the Blood Purification was activated, a blood mist spread out, and Evans's expression twisted as he tried to scream in pain.

However, Dekan had already cast Grandpa's Silence Spell on him to prevent Evans from disturbing the peace at night.

After all, Dekan great importance on civic morality.

This repeated itself several times until Evans finally breathed his last.

"Isabel, go Royal Capital. Royal Capital find you again when I get back, meow."

After saying that, Dekan transformed back into human form.

He didn't intend to pay any more attention to Isabel; he simply stood there waiting for the knights to come and carry Evans's remains back to the Lord's Mansion at the appointed time.

The remains were handed over to Lord Viscount Lampard, who would naturally write various reports and handle all the troublesome aftermath before handing Evans' remains over to the Norton Kingdom and the Kingdom Association.

Dekan can now enjoy a wonderful holiday with his friends for the next few days.

The thought of being able to freely play with friends in such a dreamy and wonderful city almost made Dekan smile.

"Lord Dekan..."

Isabel spoke in a slightly trembling voice behind Dekan.

This made Dekan frown slightly and turn his head back.

Judging from her expression, it seems she's not planning to leave yet?

"Is there anything else?"

"As you just said, I did a good job on my first task."

"... What? You mean you want a reward too?"

Dekan paused, then turned to Isabel and asked.

"I wouldn't dare!"

Isabel quickly waved her hand.

"You are merely a tool I can discard at any time. Even if you are truly loyal to me, it cannot erase your crimes."

"Dekan said coldly."

But then he thought about it again.

To make the tool work better, giving her a small, insignificant reward wouldn't hurt.

"But since you're working for me, just tell me what you want."

So Dekan continued.

Isabel took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage, and looked intently at Dekan, saying:

"I want a collar."

"?"

Dekan was stunned by what he heard.

He was momentarily at a loss for words to answer Isabel's unreasonable request.

Dekan originally thought Isabel wanted the cards [Captain Dekan] and [Temptation of the Living World].

As a result, Isabel's sudden and wild remarks caught Dekan completely off guard.

He quickly realized that he seemed to have activated some incredible attribute of Isabel.

"I want you to put a collar on me."

Seeing Dekan's stunned expression, Isabel mustered her courage and explained again.

"I refuse. You're disgusting."

Dekan frowned, his expression full of disgust.

"Ah! I'm sorry, Lord Dekan."

When Isabel met Dekan's disdainful gaze, a blush inexplicably crept onto her face, and even her breathing became rapid.

Even though she knew her behavior might anger Dekan, and that she was playing with fire.

But for some reason, she found herself somewhat anticipating the incredibly harsh punishment that Dekan would inflict upon her.

"You can have a reward if you've done your job well. But please be mindful of your limits; there won't be a next time."

Dekan's eyes grew even colder, unable to conceal his disgust, and he averted his gaze as if he couldn't tolerate anything filthy.

However.

This attitude seemed to excite Isabel even more, and even her breathing became a little heavier.

Are you fucking sick?

Upon realizing this, Dekan almost couldn't help but curse out loud.

He was momentarily unsure whether or not he should punish Isabel.

It seems this woman, in order to adapt to being enslaved, liberated or reversed some aspect of her nature?

So no matter how Dekan punishes her next, it seems like he's rewarding her.

Once she accepts her masochistic tendencies, she's invincible!

This is totally pointless!

Dekan hates these kinds of slackers the most!

The only thing to do is get rid of her quickly; out of sight, out of mind!

"Don't let me see you again for now."

Dekan didn't want Isabel to spoil his vacation mood.

"Yes, Master."

Isabel's voice carried three parts pleasure and seven parts satisfaction.

Then it disappeared into the night as if blending into the shadows.

Dekan stood under the night sky and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He began to reflect on whether he had over-tamed his child this time, and how he should deal with and avoid this situation in the future.

Humans are truly amazing.

Not long after.

Dekan directed two knights, one in front and one behind, to carry the plastic bags back to the mansion.

It was delivered to Lampard.

"Check the goods, Lampard."

Dekan settled back onto the sofa, speaking casually.

"Oh, ah."

Lord Viscount Lampard stood up and responded in a daze.

He looked at the body bag on the floor and couldn't help but feel his legs trembling.

He knew very well who was inside.

Even now, Lampard still feels a bit unreal.

The legendary leader of the Destruction Cult was now a corpse, laid out before him.

Just as Dekan had said at noon, he had brought down punishment on Bishop of Ruin Evans Ruin!

Moreover, Dekan's behavior gave Lampard a momentary illusion—

He was a wicked lord who colluded with a gang leader!

Dekan: "You'll have to work hard on all the follow-up work. Just write the report as I told you."

Lampard: "Okay, no problem."

"Today was so tiring. I feel like this isn't the kind of pressure a student should be under."

"Dekan sighed."

Croix nodded in agreement.

He agreed that the intensity of this social practice activity was a bit high.

Cornelia, on the other hand, blinked, feeling as if she had played for most of the day without doing anything.

"... You could also consider getting a job directly."

Lord Lampard expressed the sentiment, "You f***ing students still know you're students," in a way that demonstrated remarkable emotional intelligence.

Just as the group was chatting idly for a bit...

Suddenly a guard ran over.

He hurriedly signaled to the lord that a guest had arrived.

Upon hearing the visitor's name, the lord's expression changed drastically, and he abruptly stood up and strode towards the mansion's gate.

"Saint Knight Captain Judith"

Lampard quickly and respectfully greeted the visiting woman.

She was tall and exceptionally beautiful, but her red lips and eyes were slightly pale, making her appear somewhat bloodless.

The silver armor, covered with the protective runes of the Sun God Church, now appeared quite dull.

The moment she saw Lampard, the female knight placed a worried hand on his shoulder.

"Lampard, be careful! Evans may have entered your territory! I will pursue him relentlessly. Please prepare yourself and activate the highest level of town alert!"

After arriving in Tristan, the female knight Judith witnessed a series of rather strange sights.

The town is like it's on holiday today.

After questioning the knights, she was certain that the Devil King of Ruin had indeed arrived in Tristine City today.

However, the Devil King of Ruin posed no threat whatsoever; in fact, the city's residents enjoyed the festival even more because of Devil King of Ruin arrival!

This town, which she used to know quite well, now had an inexplicable strangeness that made her feel uneasy!