260 Dekan’s Hat Trick
“Oh my god, what a tense and thrilling battle!”
The young reporter Ludwig watched the scene where the gray-haired Little Succubus was trapped by the red-haired girl, entangled and bitten, and couldn’t help but mumble to himself in amazement.
Clearly, he hadn’t expected to witness such paid content.
After the Shadow World ends, it would surely be removed.
Unfortunately, the situation didn’t escalate to the point of the live broadcast getting banned; Dekan and Cornelia had separated.
But since she had seen it.
As the best reporter, she would undoubtedly turn it into the most amazing report!
“My reporter spirit is already burning brightly!”
Ludwig clenched his fists, brimming with enthusiasm.
“Don’t! If that report goes out, Dekan might not let you off…”
A classmate nearby, hearing Ludwig’s risky move, kindly advised him.
“Impossible! Dekan’s deeds have always been reported by me; I am truly ikani!”
Ludwig replied stubbornly.
The surrounding classmates: “…”
They all silently dispersed, afraid to approach Ludwig.
Damn, Dekan’s reputation is so bad; besides his own issues, could it be that you’ve contributed quite a bit to that?!
……
“Crash!”
It felt like being surrounded by thunder.
Dekan and Cornelia were lost in their own chaotic thoughts.
It seemed that Cornelia wouldn’t be talking anymore.
Her tightly closed mouth resembled how she looked when she first arrived in the Norton Kingdom.
Dekan felt he should say something.
Although this incident was entirely Morion’s fault.
After all, it was Dekan himself who activated the Three Corpse Frenzy, and it was also his own lack of vigilance, or perhaps his habitual closeness to Cornelia, that led to a series of unexpected dramas.
Cornelia’s impulsiveness towards him.
And how easily Cornelia had left him flustered.
These circumstances left him unsure of how to handle the situation.
Dekan found himself utterly unable to cope with this kind of scenario.
In the long span of his life.
He had never experienced the sensation of time nearly coming to a standstill.
At this moment, in his eyes, the red-haired girl seemed just like every other day.
Except now, he was keenly aware of her presence.
Every part of him—his brain, his eyes, his heart—seemed to remind Dekan just how special this red-haired girl, who occupied his line of sight, was.
Like flipping through each increasingly colorful photograph.
In his previously mundane daily life, this sudden flash of red that intruded on his vision brought him a sense of comfort and joy.
Dekan seemed to have overlooked this all along.
What was most familiar was, in fact, the most special.
Dekan felt some words were on the tip of his tongue.
But he couldn’t organize them into language.
He wasn’t in performance mode; the most genuine version of him felt somewhat clumsy.
Thinking of his current state and the incident that just occurred, Dekan’s heart became a mess.
He didn’t know what to say that would be the best solution.
Or rather.
This wasn’t an objective question.
But a subjective question posed by Cornelia as the Examiner.
Dekan couldn’t find the best answer.
At least not for the moment; it was too sudden for him to find one.
Perhaps remaining silent, or just pretending, was the most rational choice for Dekan.
But he felt he should say something.
Anything.
As long as it was from the heart.
So he decided not to think too much and, without going through his brain, to say something he wanted to.
“Cornelia…”
“Crash!!”
A massive crashing sound followed by Fahlir’s angry roar: “You two bastards!!!”
Dekan’s attempt to speak was abruptly interrupted by Fahlir’s sharp shout from afar.
Dekan furrowed his brows and looked over at Fahlir.
At this moment, Fahlir seemed to finally have managed to somewhat suppress Ultimate Bachelor.
Bachelor, under the unbearable burden of life, found that power surpassing limits countless times, triggered by a drain on his lifespan.
Moreover, with Fahlir’s powerful destructive attribute forbidden magic.
Even if he had strong vitality and resilience, his body was finally beginning to collapse and disintegrate.
A disheveled Fahlir finally had the energy to catch his breath and pay attention to the situation with the gray-haired Succubus.
He was furious with Dekan’s actions.
Fahlir was utterly convinced.
As long as this gray-haired Succubus hadn’t escaped to the seventh floor.
Even if it meant losing 75% or even more of his Demon Points, he would stop at nothing to take down this damn Prison Guard!
When Fahlir saw Dekan still lingering around the gladiatorial arena, he felt relieved.
That damn gray-haired Succubus hadn’t fled; he could surely crush her now!!
However.
When Fahlir fully noticed Dekan and Cornelia’s current state.
For a moment, he doubted his own eyes.
You two…
What are you doing??!
This atmosphere…
Let’s not even discuss whether these two have any basic respect for the Demon Realm Prison and an Eighth-tier Demon Warden.
They showed not the slightest fear.
In fact, were they treating this place like a garden?!
Fahlir suddenly felt like a clown.
He was desperately fighting against the big boss he had created, while over there, the little Succubus was sweet-talking with her beloved, completely disregarding him.
Even his fight seemed to be mere background effects for those two.
Humiliated, he could no longer hold back and yelled at Dekan.
“……”
Dekan ignored Fahlir, but the words forming in his mind were interrupted, making him temporarily forget how he wanted to phrase them.
So Dekan closed his mouth and thought it over again.
As long as his feelings were still hovering at just the right position, he should be able to express them once more.
After a moment, Dekan looked at Cornelia again, seriously opening his mouth to say:
“You…”
Fahlir: “You two better not run!!!”
The situation on Fahlir’s side seemed to have improved significantly, even though he was severely wounded.
But his opponent Bachelor was already at the end of his rope.
Dekan: “…”
Dekan’s thought process was interrupted again.
He now felt his blood pressure rising.
But these two consecutive interruptions seemed to make him even more alert.
Dekan looked at Cornelia’s expression, filled with confusion tinged with timidity, and a hint of anticipation; he knew he had to say it out loud.
Dekan ignored Fahlir.
Because right now, he simply had no interest in anything else.
What lay before him was the most important thing.
The words almost at the tip of his tongue felt like they could flow out naturally, without needing to think.
“I…”
Fahlir: “Don’t underestimate this Warden!! This isn’t a place for you two to flirt!!!”
Dekan: `(゜皿゜メ)`
Dekan finally grinned maniacally, turning his head to look at Fahlir.
