Extra 12 Dekan Returned to Where the Dream Began

"Our new interrogation guidelines are: speak politely, act politely, be a civilized person, and create a civilized town."

Dekan led Cornelia to the basement door and looked at Countess Lisilina was gradually becoming frantic inside, and said...

Perhaps Countess Lisilina preferred a more traditional interrogation method.

However, their Happy Group can no longer provide this service.

The door slowly closed, and through the gradually narrowing crack, his face was gradually obscured by the door as he spoke.

"It's all fake, it's all fake, hahaha!!"

Countess Lisilina felt as if her soul was being torn apart, as if the last few strings holding her in her brain had snapped, and she wanted to escape this terrible reality.

She can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood, or between falsehood and truth.

Finally, the door closed tightly, completely isolating the basement from the space above ground.

The two walked up the stairs back to the living room.

The lights in the stairwell are soft and warm, making you feel at home.

There was a sense of relief, as if all the work for the day was finally finished.

And we also watched a good movie after dinner.

"Dekan, do you think there are kind Blood Race?"

Cornelia suddenly asked with a hint of curiosity.

"A kind-hearted Blood Race?"

Dekan paused, then murmured the same words as if he were genuinely incredulous.

This is indeed a question Cornelia would consider.

She never labels anyone based on any preconceived notions that others have given her.

They only judge others based on their own eyes, what they hear, and their own true feelings.

As a racemologist, Dekan was very interested in this issue.

In the past, the Holy Rite Church created a colossal kingdom by sealing away all Blood Race.

But it may also include innocent Blood Race.

After all, even among demons there are a few who aren't too bad, so there should be some Blood Race who are more neutral than demons and can coexist peacefully with humans.

"Back in the era before the Holy Rite Church eradicated vampires, if you looked, you should be able to find them."

Dekan smiled slightly and continued earnestly:

"But I'm quite certain that this countess is the kind of Blood Race who should never return to the surface world. This isn't because I'm some kind of living Yama."

"Yeah?"

"Absolutely."

"... Yeah?"

"... Absolutely."

One week later.

As night falls and the city lights come on, a high-speed magical train travels along the winding tracks, passing through one magnificent wilderness scene after another.

The lights inside the carriage illuminated every corner, exuding the marks of time. The elegant wooden floors and exquisite wrought iron decorations created a warm and story-filled scene.

Passengers of all kinds chatted with each other, sharing their travel experiences.

Elegant ladies in formal dresses sipped their fruit wine and chatted with their partners, while adventurous young people excitedly discussed their upcoming adventures in a corner.

The train attendants, dressed in neat uniforms, patrolled the carriages, providing warm and attentive service to passengers. They smiled and inquired about passengers' needs to ensure that every traveler could enjoy the most comfortable experience during this wonderful journey.

A couple and a lively little girl were sitting in one of the carriages.

The skillful Dekan made her a little hat, and when she put it on, her dragon horns looked more like a pair of cute headdresses.

She stayed close to Cornelia the whole way, while Dekan mostly sat on the other side reading newspapers.

Even though Zestera knew without asking the town priest that the Dekan couple had paid for all the travel expenses and lodging along the way, the Dekan couple were responsible for everything.

But she wasn't a spoiled child.

Without much hesitation, he accepted Dekan and Cornelia's kindness.

Just as the couple would pray—everything is a blessing from the Goddess, and following her kind and benevolent teachings, and not disgracing the Goddess's name, is the best way they can repay her.

Zestera, who was raised by church priests and nuns from a young age, also felt a deep sense of gratitude towards the Goddess.

Where is this?

Zestera gazed out the window at the signs that appeared from time to time. She couldn't read the languages Central Nations printed on them, and she couldn't understand much of what the passengers who boarded at these stops were saying.

"Norton Kingdom, we'll be arriving in Kulan Territory in two hours."

Cornelia smiled and reached out to pat Zestera on the back of the head.

Upon hearing this, Zestera's eyes lit up as if she had been electrocuted.

"The Norton Kingdom, the Kulan Territory?!"

"Then, will I have the chance to meet that legendary lord and his companions?"

She asked excitedly.

Who is it?

Cornelia become curious as well.

She had never seen Zestera show such strong admiration for anyone other than the Goddess.

Zestera a deep breath, then said almost as if she were shouting:

"The Painful Pope!"

Dekan, who was sitting to the side, almost spat out his tea.

Cornelia was also stunned.

She was a little confused and didn't know what to do.

Perhaps in order to fit in with the other children, Zestera had never shown any liking for the Painful Pope in the small town.

After all, the version that circulated in the countryside of the Vihart Kingdom had completely degenerated into an alternative, Pope story.

Now that she had arrived in the hometown of the Painful Pope, Zestera could no longer contain her excitement.

Dekan's brain was also thinking at the speed of light about what was going on.

Gradually, he unraveled a mystery.

He finally understood why Zestera hated him so much!

It turned out that it was because she shared the same name as the Pain Pope, and then acted too gently, which to some extent insulted the dark hero she worshipped!

Is it possible for us to visit holy sites along the way?

"I want to go to the Havenlit Academy. I heard he knocked out a professor when he enrolled as a young boy! And then immediately became the school bully!"

"I want to go to the old site of the Happy Group! To see the interrogation room of the three notorious bullies of the Royal Capital!"

"I want to become as glamorous, rational, and captivating as the Little Succubus Dekan!"

"I also want to play the famous zither— Sword Saint Cut..."

Listening to Zestera's incessant chatter and looking into her childlike, innocent, and expectant eyes, Dekan felt as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

He has always enjoyed being respected.

But this was the first time anyone's respect had made him feel so bitter, like he had swallowed a bitter pill.

Why do you only admire my negative news?!