How Could Dekan Possibly Have Hijacked the Lord's Mansion?

Judith was well aware that what mattered now was not the change in the cultural atmosphere of Tristin City.

Instead, they were dealing with that vicious man— the Bishop of Ruin Evans.

If he really did infiltrate Tristine.

Then it might only take one night for the entire city to turn into hell!

"Evans is too cunning. Even though I chased him desperately the whole way, I still managed to get rid of him with his tricks."

The female knight Judith said through gritted teeth,

"Although Evans didn't flee towards Tristin City at the time, I think the most likely place he came to is still here, after all, he seems to have some obsession with Tristine City."

Lord Lampard: "Yes, he certainly does..."

"Don't be afraid. I will protect the people of Tristin City, even at the cost of my life, and I will never let this tragedy repeat itself."

Judith's voice was filled with unconcealed grief.

For her, the disaster that occurred at noon today is still vivid in her mind.

"..."

Lampard was somewhat speechless. Judith seemed to be in a hurry to finish her instructions, not giving him a chance to speak at all.

I'm leaving now.

However.

Just as Judith was about to turn and leave.

She unconsciously sniffed the air.

It seemed like something was off about the mansion from the very beginning, but that sense of incongruity only grew stronger over time.

"The smell of blood? And the smell of something burning?"

Judith suddenly became alert.

With a solemn expression, she drew her sword and strode towards the direction from which a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood was emanating.

That's all.

Judith went straight to the drawing room.

I saw three unfamiliar faces.

As well as.

Body bags on the ground, reeking of blood!

Her arrival also drew the attention of the three people in the living room.

Croix turned to look at her, his hand resting on the back of the sofa, his brow furrowed as if he were tired.

Cornelia and Dekan sat opposite Croix, facing Judith as she entered the drawing room.

Cornelia placed her hands on her thighs, her face expressionless, seemingly oblivious to the body bag on the living room floor.

What terrified Judith the most was undoubtedly Dekan.

He looked relaxed and languid, his eyes half-closed.

What he was holding in his hand was a glass of grape juice that looked like fine wine.

After the crimson liquid was stirred by the ice cubes below, wisps of cold air rose from the stemmed glass, and droplets of water seeped out onto the glass, making Judith was extremely thirsty from her journey, feel an urge to swallow.

Dekan, as if he hadn't seen Judith, slowly brought the drink to his lips and took a small sip.

After finishing his meal, he seemed to finally notice the uninvited guest in the reception room.

"Oh? Another customer?"

Dekan said with a smile.

Seeing the incongruous situation in the drawing room, Judith felt a chill run down her spine.

She kept a watchful eye on Dekan.

Soon, Judith finally understood why she instinctively felt that this guy was the most dangerous.

Because you'll discover it if you sniff carefully.

The only other thing was the smell of blood emanating from the body bags on the ground.

The gray-haired boy also had a faint smell of blood that wouldn't dissipate anytime soon!

This person exudes a uniform, bloody odor, as if they've been sprayed with perfume.

Judith had encountered this before!

That was a Cardinal as wicked as the Bishop of Ruin Evans — the Bishop of Corruption.

He enjoyed torturing living people in various cruel ways, and even used living people for experiments.

For example, the demonic spell of blood evaporation was one of the Bishop of Corruption's masterpieces.

Judith will never forget the stench of blood that clung to the Bishop of Corruption after he used the Blood Vaporization Technique!

It's very similar to Dekan now!

If the three guys in the reception room right now are all underlings of the Bishop of Corruption.

Therefore, the city of Tristine was in imminent danger.

The mere existence of the Bishop of Ruin was enough of a headache for her.

Without support, she felt utterly powerless if the Bishop of Corruption also got involved.

And the worst part is...

The Lord's Mansion may have already fallen!

"Lady Judith, please calm down! They are my friends!"

Lampard rushed in from the gate to explain.

He realized that the problem now seemed to be more complex than simply explaining Evans's situation to Judith!

The three guys in the reception room already exuded a powerful aura.

And she looked exceptionally relaxed and at ease in the reception room.

They didn't treat this place like their own home at all.

And then there's that body bag on the ground, a perfect finishing touch!

The three of them looked exactly like dangerous Terror who had hijacked the Lord's Mansion!

However.

Judith simply shook her head upon hearing Lampard's words.

She shielded Lampard, who had chased after her into the drawing room, behind her, becoming even more vigilant towards Dekan.

Judith: "Lampard, don't worry, I'm here."

Lampard: "No, I wasn't kidnapped..."

Judith quickly "understood" Lampard's meaning and called out to the three people on the sofa:

"You three! Surrender and immediately release Lampard's family, or you will soon die by my sword!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Dekan frowned slightly.

He could roughly guess from the faint sounds of Lampard's conversation at the door that this was the eighth-tier player who had been brutally beaten by Evans.

What kind of brain could get beaten up by Evans?

"Don't you even consider the possibility that the three of us are good people?"

Dekan asked, somewhat helplessly.

"None of you look like normal people!"

Judith seemed to be under immense mental strain from the brutal ordeal she had endured that day, and her emotions were running high.

"Well."

Dekan sighed weakly.

I thought I had finished work for the day.

He never expected that an actor, seemingly wandering into the wrong film crew, would disturb his peaceful evening rest.

Dekan could have immediately told the female knight that the corpse on the ground was Evans.

But he has now changed his mind.

How could we let such a helpful person, who came knocking on our door, slip away?

"Let's make a bet, okay? If I can't prove I'm a Resurrection Cultist in the next minute, I'll surrender without resistance. But if I can prove I'm not Resurrection Cultist, how will you apologize to me?"

Dekan asked with a rather provocative smile.

"Heh, that's ridiculous. This is the first time I've ever seen someone so blindly confident."

Judith sneered.

The smell of blood on you has clearly given you away.

Still under construction.

The more realistic the acting, the more ridiculous it seems.

"Just tell me how you'll apologize if you misunderstand."

Dekan repeated himself, seemingly a little impatient.

"If I have wronged you, I will apologize until you are satisfied!"

Judith said coldly and decisively.