Dekan the Godfather's Elegance

Purser immediately used his Magic Power to verify the gray-haired maid's authenticity.

Without a doubt, she is Talomati!

Talomati also seemed to have noticed Purser, this old demon.

However, Talomati and Purser's relationship was clearly not very good.

He only glanced at Purser briefly before looking away.

Talomati, standing near the chair, seemed to be killing time.

They may be forced to operate.

However, she didn't resist much.

"You..."

Purser pointed at Talomati, still looking incredulous.

The fact that the missing commander of the Ninth Army of the Demon Realm was living peacefully among humans was not enough to shock Purser so much.

What truly caught his eye was Talomati's outfit!

Purser knew Talomati's personality.

This female demon may appear rational, but she is incredibly arrogant at heart.

No one can change her mind if she doesn't want to do something.

Even the Demon King wouldn't allow her to wear a maid outfit!

However, Talomati didn't seem to dislike the human in the chair.

On the contrary, there was a Talomati -like closeness to him! The atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Purser's gaze turned incredibly serious as he looked back at the back of the chair.

He realized.

What I am about to see.

He must be an extraordinary figure beyond imagination.

However, Purser quickly stopped making noise, realizing that there were other guests in the room who had arrived before him.

A man with Pearwood- colored hair sat on the sofa on the side of the room.

The next second, the man with Pearwood -colored hair started talking to himself.

"His Holiness the Bishop said that to seek justice, I have no choice but to ask for your help."

The man with Pearwood- colored hair had his hair hanging down in front of his face; he was drunk and seemed to be in a very low mood.

He paid no attention to Purser had entered the room.

It seemed that he had already been talking with the person in the main seat long before Purser arrived.

Why didn't you come to see me before you went to see Lunn?

The man in the seat never turned around; his voice was somewhat hoarse.

His gesture of answering with his back turned seemed to indicate that he was not qualified to see the true face of the person in the main seat, given his status as a man with Pearwood hair.

"What do you want from me? Just tell me what you need, but please, you must do me this favor."

The man with Pearwood -colored hair pleaded with extreme humility.

"How can I help you?"

"I am asking," the person in the main seat asked.

Despite his cold voice, he was already being lenient with the man with Pearwood- colored hair.

The man with Pearwood- colored hair put down his wine glass, walked to the side of the chair, leaned down, and whispered in the ear of the person in the main seat.

Purser, who was inside the room, couldn't quite hear what they were saying, but he became increasingly curious about the identity of the man with Pearwood- colored hair.

The fact that the man with the Pearwood hair could meet the important figure in the main seat and even stand so close to him without arousing his displeasure suggests that he must be someone of considerable importance!

Although the room was dimly lit and Purser couldn't see the man's full features from this angle, the color of his hair and the recent situation on the northern border of the Holy Kingdom gave Purser a hunch.

Perhaps this man, so obsequious before the person in charge, is a key figure in the intelligence gathered by their First Army.

Morpheus, a business tycoon who has risen to prominence in the Holy Kingdom over the past decade, and also a renowned philanthropist in the Holy Kingdom!

Even as a teenager, Morpheus had already displayed his extraordinary business acumen in the southern part of the Holy Kingdom.

Later, when the war Demon Realm and the Holy Kingdom began, compared to many unscrupulous merchants who took advantage of the chaos to make a fortune, Morpheus instead promoted financial reforms and accumulated goodwill, did his best to solve the problem of low efficiency in the circulation of currency and goods between the North and South, and provided long-term, selfless assistance to the northern border front.

Morpheus is now considered one of the most important figures in the Holy Kingdom.

Considering the enormous impact he had on the entire war effort over the years, even Lunn had to treat him with respect.

For the Demon King's army, killing or capturing Morpheus alive would be an unimaginable achievement.

However, most demons dare not covet Morpheus.

This is because Morpheus has a significant connection with a forbidden existence of a certain demon!

If the man with Pearwood hair really is Morpheus.

So, who exactly is the person he's begging to take the seat of honor?!

Purser dared not think any further, fearing that the person in the main seat would notice his near-disarray.

As if trying to erase its own existence, it stood quietly in place, listening to the conversation between the two humans.

In the main seat, the man was slightly silent, seemed to raise his hand to touch his chin, and then spread his hands with a hint of helplessness:

"I can't do that."

His reply sounded somewhat dismissive.

This made the man with the Pearwood hair somewhat agitated.

"I will pay you whatever price you ask for, even if it means handing over the entire Chamber of Commerce to you, I will not hesitate for a moment!"

Upon hearing the slightly out-of-control shout from the man with Pearwood hair, Purser's heart began to race uncontrollably.

Chamber of Commerce?

Is it really Morpheus?!

But what exactly is the Morpheus Chamber of Commerce?

This would be an enormous fortune, enough to directly influence the course of the war!

They're actually willing to just hand it over so sincerely?

Purser was quite certain that everything the man with the Pearwood hair said was true.

He was truly willing to hand over the Chamber of Commerce to the man in the main seat without hesitation!

So here's the question.

Given this level of sacrifice, what is he seeking in return?

He felt as if he had witnessed an extraordinary deal.

While there is a possibility that this was not a coincidence, but rather that he was deliberately shown all of this.

However, Purser, who was able to distinguish between truth and falsehood, never cared about "chance" or "inevitability".

He only believed what he saw with his own eyes, heard with his own ears, and discerned through his own magic!

"Hmph."

The person in the main seat seemed unconcerned about the potentially offensive behavior of the man with the Pearwood hair, and chuckled almost imperceptibly.

"Morpheus, Morpheus..."

As if reciting the name of a long-lost friend, the person at the head of the table spoke:

"You've made your fortune in the Holy Kingdom, your business is thriving, you're living a good life, and you have the protection of the Holy Rite Church and the law. You don't need a friend like me."

"But now you come to me and say, 'Sir, please help me get justice and get rid of that catastrophic ninth-tier demon.' You have absolutely no respect for me."

"You won't even call me Godfather."

The person in the main seat simply spoke quietly.

You couldn't detect any emotion in him.

At this moment, Purser was finally certain that the man with the Pearwood hair was indeed Morpheus!

And the person in the main seat.

Godfather?

Purser had never heard of such a title before.

But in the words of the person in the main seat, it was as if everyone who knew of his existence should rightfully call him Godfather!

This absolute power is not a bluff.

Rather, this powerful human being possesses strength commensurate with it!

And Purser finally understood.

What was Morpheus's earlier request that he had whispered in the ear of the person at the head of the table?

Morpheus wants to entrust the master with the task of dealing with a ninth-tier great demon!

Really.

The reward for this insane commission is worth paying Morpheus an entire Chamber of Commerce.

But.

Who in this world could possibly fulfill this request?

A ninth-tier demon can be killed without hesitation; even Lunn wouldn't guarantee that he would agree to such a thing!

Even if this "fairness" had a price, no one could afford to buy it!

There were a few seconds left.

Neither Morpheus nor the person at the head of the table spoke again.

After a moment of utter silence, the entire room fell into complete stillness.

Morpheus seemed to have calmed down a little, or perhaps he hadn't calmed down at all, and asked the person in the main seat in a deep voice:

"What price should I pay you?"

"..."

Upon hearing this question, the person in the main seat finally turned his head and looked at Morpheus.

Although Purser couldn't see the expression on the person in the main seat through the back of the chair, he believed that the person's expression didn't change at all.

But he felt as if a window had been opened and a cold wind had rushed in, making the whole room seem much colder.

Even from a great distance, Purser felt a chill run down his spine!

"Morpheus... what did I do to make you so disrespectful?"

The person in the main seat, seemingly still mindful of past relationships and having tolerated Morpheus's rudeness, asked with great disappointment.

"..."

Morpheus was speechless.

But the chill he felt just now seemed to instantly bring him to his senses, making him realize that he had completely misspoke.

Even now, the person in charge has not shown any intention of making things difficult for Morpheus.

This old relationship seems to be something he cherishes very much.

The person in the main seat sighed slightly and said:

"If you come to me as a friend, I will grant your wish even if you don't have to pay any price. The enemy of a good person like you is my enemy."

Upon hearing this...

Morpheus stood frozen in place for several seconds, as if in a daze.

Are we... friends?

Morpheus asked, his voice trembling.

"Um."

The person in the main seat responded simply and definitively.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Finally.

Morpheus bowed deeply to the person in the main seat, seemingly convinced of his sincerity, and said in a low voice with his head bowed:

"Godfather, please deliver justice for me and bring judgment upon the Irenos of Ruin!"

This time.

The person in the main seat finally changed their attitude.

He raised his hand and gently patted Morpheus on the shoulder.

"Very well, no problem. I may need your help someday, but that day will never come. But until then, please accept this justice as a testament to our friendship."

"Thank you, Godfather."

"You're welcome."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Purser's heart was already filled with turmoil.

Judgment of Irenos of Ruin?

So the ninth-tier demon that Morpheus wanted to commission to kill was none other than Irenos, the legion commander of their First Army?!

This deal.

This is probably the craziest thing in a thousand years.

Because Purser had dealt with Irenos for many years, he knew all too well just how terrifying Irenos was!

Even if someone dares to buy the life of this ninth-tier great demon, someone else has to be willing to sell it!

What terrified Purser was that he was certain of it.

Every word of their conversation just now is true!

It seemed that for the person in charge, dealing with that incredibly powerful ninth-tier demon was not a question of "whether it was possible," but rather a question of "whether they wanted to do it!"

They even had this conversation right in front of Purser, who belonged to the First Army!

If these two people weren't both crazy.

That can only mean one thing.

The person in charge truly possesses methods that transcend Purser's understanding!

What if the person in the main seat can truly defeat Irenos of Ruin?

Wouldn't it be that annihilating this eighth-tier Great Demon would be as simple as thinking about it?

Purser knew that if all of this was true, there was no use in being afraid.

Because he was invited by the other party.

And I, too, was invited to stand opposite him.

All the power of discourse is in the hands of the other party.

While storms raged through Purser's heart.

Morpheus seemed to have finally ended his conversation with the person at the head of the table.

With a satisfied smile, Morpheus, his Pearwood hair gleaming, walked towards the door.

As the man passed by Purser finally got a clear look at his face!

Without a doubt, this guy is the Morpheus from the Demon Realm intelligence, no doubt about it!

Morpheus glanced at Purser with a cold look, but said nothing.

It seems that they didn't show much hostility towards their enemies simply to save face for the person in charge.

Even though Purser could clearly sense that the merchant posed no real threat, Purser felt a deep sense of apprehension towards him the moment he began to guess Morpheus's identity.

It's not because this human has a high status in the Holy Kingdom.

It was based on intelligence from the Demon Realm.

This man had encountered the legendary demon Delois more than twenty years ago.

Most importantly...

Not only did he not die at the hands of Delois, he actually completed several deals with Delois!

Later, a powerful demon successfully captured Morpheus and imprisoned him in the Demon Realm Prison, but as if by some strange twist of fate, Morpheus was rescued by Delois.

Upon returning to the Holy Kingdom, Morpheus embarked on an unstoppable journey as a merchant.

Few humans are favored by Delois, but each one poses a deadly threat to the Demon Realm, and because of Delois's existence, they are even more feared by the demons!

Whether it was the Saintess of Darkness Milia whom Delois rescued back then, or the righteous merchant Morpheus whom he rescued along the way, the facts proved that they possessed enough weight to tip the scales of war between the Holy Kingdom and the Demon Realm.

Purser gradually felt his heart racing as if it were about to lose control.

The person in the main seat Morpheus are clearly distinguished as primary and secondary.

The two men were of completely different social standing.

Even more frightening is...

Two characters with significant connections to Delois have already appeared in this room!

The relationship between Talomati and the person in charge also appears quite delicate.

So, according to that logic...

The gentleman in the main seat.

Could it also be inextricably linked to Delois?

If Pusser wasn't certain that the other party was entirely human, Purser would have immediately suspected that the other party was the legendary most demonic race, the Delois of Calamity!

The room fell silent once again.

It seems that the person in the main seat fell into thought after speaking with Morpheus.

Regarding the matter of "revealing all the details of the deal in front of the Chief of Staff of the First Army and then attempting to kill the Corps Commander of the First Army".

Purser, who had been silent for a long time, swallowed hard.

Trying to calm his restless heart, he respectfully performed a demonic salute to the back of the chair.

Then he spoke:

"I am the Chief of Staff of the First Army of the Demon Realm, Puser of the Abyss. It is my honor to receive your invitation."

After that, Purser didn't dare to raise his head.

Awaiting the response from the person in charge.

Upon hearing Purser's voice, the chair gently turned slightly.

It was as if someone with a heavy heart had finally remembered that there was a guest who had come to visit.

He chuckled twice and said:

"Mr. Purser, I'm very sorry you overheard some potentially offensive conversation. But since you're here, and I've heard you have a remarkable ability to distinguish between truth and lies, could you please help me verify the authenticity of Morpheus's loyalty just now?"

This unusually friendly conversation, ironically, made Purser feel uneasy.

This gives the impression that Purser is not treated as an outsider at all.

In other words, it seems that Purser himself never had any say in the decision-making process from the very beginning.

"... Your Excellency, everything Morpheus said just now was the truth."

Purser slightly raised his head, looked at the back of the chair, and answered respectfully.

"Hmph, I think so too."

The person in the main seat laughed upon hearing Purser's reply.

But there was no hint of joking in his tone.

It was as if he had long been certain that no one in the world would dare to deceive him.

For some reason, Purser suddenly felt that, in a way, this was the ultimate form of lie detection.

It will be fine once there is no living being in the world that dares to deceive itself.

What you hear next will be the truth.

After this simple question and answer...

The chair slowly turned around.

It seems to be an expression of respect for Purser.

No, not at all.

The word "respect" is too strong.

It was probably just a small gesture of goodwill towards Purser.

During this brief period of time.

The other person's appearance gradually became clearer in Purser's vision.

A gray-haired, blue-eyed young man dressed in an elegant black suit with a red brooch pinned to his chest stood out. His expression was ambiguous, and although his gaze was fixed on Purser seemed to be completely invisible to him.

Those eyes were deep and serene, like the brightest stars in the night sky, concealing unparalleled brilliance.

Just one glance.

Purser stood frozen in place, as if time had been frozen.

He was not shocked by the young man's behavior.

Rather, it is.

That face was a spitting image of Talomati!

"No! Impossible!!!"

At that moment, Purser could no longer control his panic and lost his composure, taking two steps back abruptly.

If it were Delois who invited me.

Many questions seemed to be explained and connected at that moment.

For example, the moment he was being watched upon entering the city was not an illusion, nor was it because he had encountered a special human genius.

Instead, he actually encountered Delois!

And why Talomati and Morpheus are here, and their attitude towards this person!

Because that's the attitude they should have had towards Delois!

But at the same time.

This also gave rise to new questions that puzzled Purser.

Could his supposed ability to see through magic really be wrong?

He was once convinced that if there was any being who could disregard his ability to see through magic, it must be a god!

Besides, if it were Delois here...

So, the head steward Croix, had previously said, "That gentleman is Lunn's partner."

In this collaboration, it's quite clear who holds the initiative and who is secondary.

Delois is the true and absolute leader!

This means that Cardinal Lunn, who gained the highest prestige in the Holy Rite Church Holy Kingdom during this war, is actually a human traitor who is rumored to be colluding with the demon race?!

Purser's mind was racing, but he couldn't fathom how much Delois was manipulating behind the scenes in this war.

Perhaps even the Demon King was kept in the dark by Delois.

Like a pathetic pawn, manipulated at will!

The more you know, the more you realize how much you don't know.

If only Purser could be given another chance.

He would choose ignorance without hesitation.

At this moment, Purser felt that coming to the Clan Territory as an envoy was the worst mistake he had ever made!

Dekan seemed to understand Purser's anxiety and smiled gently.

Then, his pupils gradually turned gold, and demon horns slowly appeared on his head.

And just like that, right in front of Purser, he transformed from a human into a demon.

Every move he made seemed to mock Purser's incompetence.

Purser was completely unable to determine whether Delois had used any disguise.

It was as if Delois was effortlessly performing something that defied the laws of the world.

"Purser, come closer."

After being demonized, Dekan's golden eyes were filled with a nonchalant mockery, as if revealing his truest nature, possessing both extreme madness and extreme rationality.

Even now, Purser's magic was completely certain that the demon before him was undoubtedly a fifth-order being with very weak Magic Power!

There is no disguise magic on him!

But those golden pupils are undoubtedly the most accurate symbol of Delois.

Incomprehensible, only despair remains.

No matter how unpleasant Purser's expression was, his feet still moved towards Dekan as if they were not under his control.

"Who exactly are you...?"

Purser asked, his voice trembling.

It was as if he had figured out his situation and had nothing left to fear. Even if he was to suffer unimaginable treatment, he would rather die knowing the truth.

"Purser, I ask you, have you always been overconfident in your abilities? Do you think everything is within your comprehension? For example, can you judge the truth of what I'm about to say? I am human."

As he spoke, Dekan opened the chessboard on the table and placed the chess pieces one by one on the squares.

Purser was quite certain that this was true.

"I am a demon, Delois of Calamity."

Dekan's tone remained indifferent.

Purser was convinced that this statement was also true.

He was used to it.

From the moment he actually met Delois, he felt that the problem lay with his own identification magic.

Seeing Purser's expression, which showed a complete lack of doubt about the demon's existence, Dekan began asking questions again:

"What level do I look like now?"

"..."

Purser dared not answer.

Because he knew the answer in his heart was stupid.

If word gets out, it will either invite ridicule from this great demon, or it might even offend him.

"Fifth tier, is that right?"

Dekan seemed to read Purser's mind, smiled, and continued speaking.

"Every opponent who treated me as a fifth-tier opponent ended up in a terrible state."

"Muttering."

Purser still didn't dare to say a word, he just swallowed hard.

He was glad he had chosen not to answer; cold sweat beaded on his forehead, trickled down his cheeks to his chin, and finally dripped to the ground.

Twelve years ago, Delois had already easily manipulated the Demon Realm Prison, which was "known as impossible to take away any prisoners," and caused the tragic deaths of many eighth-tier great demons.

It's impossible for it to be below rank 8 now!

But neither the commander of the First Army at the ninth rank nor the Demon King could completely ignore Purser's detection magic!

Except for one possibility.

That is, Delois has reached a higher level.

No matter who reaches this level, Purser has nothing to fear.

Even someone from the Holy Kingdom has reached the tenth rank.

At most, the demon race will be wiped out.

It's something that can be resolved by death.

However, this utterly insane, wicked, and evil Delois reached the tenth rank at a time unknown to anyone.

Then, all living beings in this world.

Whether human or demon.

They were all doomed.

"Do you know? I'm convinced that the current Demon King will die; it's only a matter of time, and his successor will be my sister, Talomati."

Dekan casually picked up a chess piece and gently pushed it over the one on the opposite throne.

It seemed that for him, killing the Demon King was as simple as raising his hand to place a piece in a chess game.

Purser was filled with extreme fear, as if he were staring into a bottomless abyss.

Delois indirectly told Purser about his current strength.

He could have killed the Demon King long ago, but he felt it was pointless to do so.

So why did he seek out this eighth-tier demon?

"May I ask, why did you do this?"

Purser asked the question he wanted to understand even if it meant dying a horrible death.

"Hmph, good question."

Dekan smiled contentedly, seemingly not disliking communicating with someone who "asks when they don't understand."

"A demon is a creature driven by desire, and every action of a demon is motivated by the desire to 'do what they find interesting.' But I find this world boring. Slaanesh? Khorne? Which one can bring me joy?"

Dekan muttered to himself like a philosopher.

Then another question was posed to Purser.

But he didn't seem to be questioning Purser.

I just felt that this seminar-style exchange was far more interesting than his one-sided narration.

"I don't understand, please enlighten me."

Purser was quite certain that he couldn't answer that question.

If he could have guessed Delois's thoughts, he would have become a legendary demon long ago!

Dekan stared at Purser for two seconds, and the feeling of being scrutinized made Purser afraid to breathe.

Finally, Dekan spoke, enunciating each word clearly:

The answer is to do good deeds and accumulate merit.

"???"

Purser didn't understand, but he knew that Delois was seriously insane.

Delois wasn't joking.

Even though Purser no longer trusted his ability to identify magic accurately.

He didn't seem to think at all that Delois was saying it in a mocking tone!

Because of this moment.

Purser saw behind the table that, in Delois's golden pupils, he seemed to finally see his own reflection.

At that moment, a hint of a devilish smile crept onto Delois's lips.

Purser knew that it wasn't a good thing that the other party was watching him.

Rather, they were truly, undeniably chosen as playthings by the other party!

"The only thing that gives me even a sliver of amusement is seeing demons doing good deeds. Of course, I myself am already hopelessly addicted to doing good deeds."

Dekan explained.

His smile sent chills down Purser's spine.

So, your enjoyment...

Are you constantly trying to force demons to do good deeds and accumulate merit?

What kind of Underworld creature is this?!

And you're seriously sick in the head! You claim to be doing good deeds and accumulating merit? You dare say such things?

Although such a thought flashed through Purser's mind, he quickly forced it away.

He dared not speak, much less think!

Purser was now convinced that Delois, who had disappeared for many years, had not only reached a level of strength beyond reason, but had also veered into an incurable state of mind.

His madness is completely beyond redemption!

As Purser remained unable to calm down, Dekan's barrage of questions began again:

"So, Purser, I ask you, will you choose to continue doing evil, or will you join me in doing good deeds?"

Dekan's words were very easygoing.

There was no threat intended.

It's more like a plea for evildoers to sincerely turn to good.

But this is the last question.

Purser's body began to tremble violently, his lips quivering as he tried to cry out, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

He found that his back was already soaked with cold sweat, which felt especially cold in the winter.

If you answer this question incorrectly, it will surely be the last thing you hear.

And do we really have a choice?

Purser is a demon who cannot lie, otherwise he will be easily exposed!

But to ask him to sincerely say that he has decided to do good is like destroying and turning his entire demonic nature inside and out!

He can fool heaven and earth, but can he really fool himself?!

Purser remained silent.

Dekan is waiting.

I just don't know how long this patience will last.

Fear ultimately gave Purser a power that transcended racial instincts.

After intense internal struggle, self-hypnosis, and self-destruction.

Purser finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He almost mentally completed the process of killing himself.

"Lord Calamity, I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you and from now on become a virtuous and benevolent demon."

Purser knelt down in front of his desk, bowing his head as he completed his almost absurd oath.

He felt like he was almost going crazy.

Calamity is Delois's title.

For the Great Demon Clan, a title represents the highest recognition bestowed upon a particular demon by the entire Demon Realm and the Demon Gods.

"You're wrong."

Dekan frowned upon hearing this, his tone quite displeased.

"Please forgive me! Please guide me!"

Purser kept his head bowed low, answering with obvious fear.

He wasn't sure if he had done something wrong with his manners.

Perhaps for a Demon Realm like Delois, who transcends the concepts of the demon realm and the demon king, titles are no longer important.

He has long transcended everything and needs no approval from any living being, or even a god!

"From this day forward, I will forbid anyone, any demon, from ever calling me Delois of Calamity again."

Dekan walked around the table and stood in front of Purser.

He smiled, bent down, and gently helped Purser to his feet, supporting his arms.

Then, Dekan looked at Purser and said with certainty:

"In this world, there is only one, the Delois of Great Love."

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