197 Dekan Was Mistaken for a Demon
“So we spent the entire afternoon with the Frenzied Bishop today?”
Chloix felt as if the afternoon passed by in an unreal haze.
That evening, back at the mansion, recounting their bizarre adventure to Cornelia and Mia—they probably wouldn’t believe a word.
“This was just an unexpected bonus. But actually, the primary achievement of our afternoon was doing a great deed.”
“What?”
Chloix remembered helping Tarta should have been at noon.
In the afternoon, all they did was earn money, and more money.
Dekan: “We prevented a major heist from happening.”
Chloix: “Could it be that we prevented ourselves?”
Dekan: “Isn’t it?”
Chloix: “…”
To be honest, Chloix hadn’t anticipated their afternoon could be so peaceful.
“By the way, if Krey finds out you’ve been deceiving him, will he get so mad that he comes after us furiously?”
“What’s there to fear? It’s all Morion’s doing, no relation to me.”
Dekan currently looked like Morion, the name he gave was Morion—what had it got to do with him, Dekan?
Chloix nodded.
Regarding the matter of tricking Morion, he had always been supportive.
Just thinking about how Krey might go crazy hunting Morion in the southern kingdoms in the future made Chloix find it quite amusing.
Whether it would be Krey thrashing Morion or Morion successfully fooling Krey, either way would make for entertaining viewing.
Thus, Dekan and Chloix put on their masks, found a clothing store, changed into new outfits, and removed the disguise Mia had applied on them, then headed toward the carriage waiting for them.
At this time, it was getting a little dark, and their journey to the central area of the Capital City might still take one to two hours.
Hence, Dekan and Chloix bought plenty of food from a roadside shop and took it back to the carriage.
Opening the carriage door, Dekan saw Tarta quietly sitting inside.
Earlier, Dekan overheard the knight saying that this young girl had stayed in the carriage ever since she arrived, without uttering a word.
She hadn’t stepped out even once.
Probably concerned that she might miss Dekan and Chloix when they returned, and be mistaken for having fled with the money.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. We can head home with style now.”
Dekan’s cheerful voice drew Tarta’s attention.
Although she had realized when she noticed the commotion outside that these two were finally back, she still had a sullen face and no intention of acknowledging them.
However, when she took a closer look at Dekan’s appearance, her eyes couldn’t help but widen in surprise.
“What’s so surprising?”
Dekan watched Tarta’s expression, smiling knowingly while deliberately asking.
He had already been surprised earlier; now it was Tarta’s turn to be surprised.
“So this is your true appearance?”
Tarta finally confirmed after hearing Dekan’s voice again.
Even though this person’s appearance had changed, it was definitely the same bad guy who had helped her earlier.
“That’s right.”
Dekan pinched his cheek, indicating to Tarta that his face had no disguise.
At this moment, Tarta finally understood why the knights had so easily believed her just by showing them a bank card under Happy Group’s name, letting her onto the carriage, and even treating her with extra respect.
It was all because of his looks!
Even if she stood out together with this person now, all the knights would definitely think that they were siblings!
As if they had been carved from the same mold.
And soon, Tarta also understood the true identity of this gray-haired, blue-eyed individual.
He was none other than Captain De’Erkan’s original form, Dekan!
When she created “Captain De’Erkan,” she had noticed that Dekan’s hair and eye colors were similar to hers.
She had also heard that Dekan’s card-making style was highly similar to hers.
But she had never expected that Dekan’s true appearance would be so much like hers.
“…Are you Dekan?”
Tarta was still astonished by why there was someone in the world who looked so much like her.
“As real as it gets.”
Dekan found Tarta’s change from calmness to utter confusion very gratifying.
“Are you deceiving me again?”
Tarta suspected Dekan was using some new disguise technique to fool her again.
“Hmph.”
Dekan handed his travel permit to Tarta.
Tarta stared at the Kingdom Union official document bearing Dekan’s likeness, which finally seemed to convince her.
After all, even if Dekan was as devilish as a demon, he wouldn’t go to the trouble of committing a grave crime by forging documents just to fool her.
Tarta looked up, looking at Dekan’s face, still unable to comprehend the reason.
Could she really have a long-lost brother?
“Don’t dwell on it. Even if you can’t figure it out, neither can I. But I do have a way to test if there’s any blood relation between us. Just give me a bit of your blood later.”
Dekan said it without a care.
If Dekan wasn’t mistaken, there wouldn’t be any blood relation between him and Tarta.
After all, they both had their parents, and Tarta’s demonification was merely due to the atavism phenomenon.
To truly understand the relationship between him, Tarta, and Master, they needed to return to the starting point—The Holy Country.
Only there could they uncover the tangled connections.
“No way!”
Tarta shook her head vigorously, moving closer to the carriage door and putting some distance between herself and Dekan.
Her blood must not be given to others.
If others found out she had demon blood, it would really be the end for her!
“Don’t worry.”
Dekan noticed her caution, slightly lowering his body, and looked Tarta in the eye.
Tarta watched Dekan more vigilantly as he approached, but she had nowhere else to retreat.
She regretted accepting this person’s help.
Even if she could cover it up right now, could she really keep her secret hidden forever once they arrived in the Norton Kingdom?
And if this person confirmed she was a demon, how would they treat her?
Tarta felt an overwhelming sense of despair.
However.
She was shocked to see Dekan’s irises change from blue to gold!
That multi-layered deep gold was exactly the same as her right eye!
This was definitely not a disguise.
Upon making eye contact with Dekan, she oddly felt a sense of indescribable soul resonance.
“What on earth are you?!?”
Tarta couldn’t maintain her composure and asked in astonishment.
She had never expected that Dekan actually had a demon’s pupil too, and it was the same type as hers!
Previously, Tarta had reviewed all kinds of books borrowed from the library and found no records about demons with these golden pupils.
“So you don’t need to be so guarded against me. I’m one of the few in the world who knows your secret and will protect you.”
“…”
At this moment, Tarta finally resolved all her doubts.
No wonder Dekan could so easily use demon language to make cards.
Turned out he was actually a demon in disguise, using sophisticated techniques to pass as a human!
