Cornelia had never let Dekan down.
“Aaaahhhh!!!”
Fahlir’s cheeks became grotesquely distorted, his bulging eyes filled with bloodshot veins, as he screamed in utter rage.
After being severely beaten by Dekan’s stand user, Bachelor, Fahlir’s once gentlemanly attire was now in tatters, his hair resembling a messy nest of weeds.
Having been subjected to extreme humiliation and psychological assault from Dekan and Cornelia, he resembled a circus performer who had escaped from an asylum.
But he was close to finally eliminating Bachelor, the incredibly resilient opponent.
“Weren’t you just torturing Fahlir, right?”
Cornelia, head lowered, suddenly asked in a soft voice.
“Huh? Yes, certainly.”
Dekan responded instinctively.
“Can I torture him a little too?”
Cornelia’s voice grew quieter, asking.
“Of course, I’ve already prepared the limited edition for Captain De’Erkan’s Gray Demon. The more Fahlir hates me, the more effective the mockery will be…”
Before Dekan could finish speaking,
His eyes widened in surprise.
He felt a fleeting coolness on his cheek, like the stroke of a feather across the softest part of his face.
The red strands of hair in his field of vision fluttered in the breeze, accompanied by a faint fragrance and warmth.
Dekan stared at Cornelia in a stunned manner.
He saw Cornelia grinning mischievously before turning around and giving Fahlir a triumphant wave.
Fahlir let out an even louder roar,
It was as if even a silence spell or soundproof barrier couldn’t contain his rage anymore.
…
“Wow! Cornelia is way braver than Dekan!!”
“You two only play straightforward, huh?!”
“Keep torturing Fahlir a bit more!!!”
The enthusiastic cheers from Hewenlit Academy were no less loud than Fahlir’s roars.
As if the New Year’s bell had just been rung and the celebration mode was activated.
Dekan in the scene might still have not realized what happened.
However, the audience in the real world all saw it.
Cornelia had just pecked Dekan on the cheek like a bird out of nowhere.
Initially, the audience felt almost sympathy for the demons regarding Dekan’s torment, at that moment, were all shouting for Fahlir to be tormented more!
They realized they had misjudged the matchmaker.
They thought Morion was the matchmaker, turns out the real matchmaker was Fahlir.
“Wow wow wow!! My princess heart!!! I want such an experience too!”
Alice excitedly shook Mia, completely disregarding the dignity of a princess amidst the deafening shouts of the crowd, screaming shrilly.
Mia looked exasperated yet powerless to stop Alice from shaking her.
“So, what kind do you like? At least you should have an object of affection, right?”
Mia remarked.
“Um, I like the cool and aloof knight type!! Someone who can protect me well, and he could be a bit overbearing, but he must be upright and kind, patient with me, and not bully me…”
Alice released Mia, her eyes shimmering as if daydreaming, her romantic heart almost melting.
“Uh… Let me see if there’s anyone I know I can introduce to you.”
Although Mia said that,
After some contemplation, she shook her head.
It’s way too hard to find.
Firstly, a cool and aloof knight, apart from fitting the demeanor, also means to be handsome.
Being able to protect the princess is no small feat, even seventh-rank might not be enough, at least it has to be eighth-rank.
Also, to be upright, kind, patient, and not bully a fragile, pitiful, and helpless princess who just seems so appealing to harm…
She should find him in her dreams.
Wait a second.
“Hiss…”
Mia sucked in a cold breath as an afterthought.
“What’s wrong, Mia? Do you know someone like that?”
“No, no, absolutely not.”
Mia quickly waved her hands.
“Mia!! You must have thought of someone just now! Tell me quickly!!”
“Really no! Believe me, Alice!”
The two began an unusual happy quarrel.
…
The sixth level of the Demon Realm’s prison.
Dekan already understood what had just happened.
“…?”
He blankly touched his cheek, not knowing what to say for a moment.
This was the first time in Dekan’s life that he had truly experienced a system freeze.
He realized,
He could carefully plan and calculate everything but could never predict Cornelia’s actions.
Ever since the first time he saw her.
Dekan knew it, this person was his nemesis.
Maybe since the day he chose to accept Cornelia’s proximity, Dekan had already lost.
Dekan quickly snapped out of it, looking at Fahlir who already looked like a second version of Bachelor, he couldn’t help but smile.
“Cornelia, you’re truly naughty.”
“Shouldn’t you praise me a little?”
Cornelia asked as if seeking merit.
“Nice job!”
Dekan gave a thumbs-up.
Cornelia smiled at Dekan in delight.
Dekan glanced at the battle situation where Fahlir was, his expression becoming more serious.
There wasn’t much time left for idle chatter; it was also time for him to finish off Fahlir and conclude the conquest of the sixth level.
“I have something to confess to you after we return to the real world.”
Dekan put his hands on Cornelia’s shoulders, with a serious look, and said.
“Hmm…”
Cornelia nodded.
She knew what Dekan meant.
But she would wait for him to say it out loud.
“Then shall I go fight Fahlir?”
“Hmm, see you when you’re done.”
After a brief farewell, Cornelia ran towards the seventh level gateway where Teacher Cat and the others were.
“Huff.”
Dekan exhaled and tidied up his appearance.
“Fahlir… I don’t know how to describe my current feelings towards you, let alone how I should perceive you, but today you’re definitely going to be in trouble.”
Dekan muttered to himself and walked towards the Vitality Pod containing Chloix.
Despite the entire laboratory being in disarray from Fahlir and Bachelor’s battle, the Vitality Pods were protected by a seal, so none of them had been damaged.
At the moment Dekan was declared the victor in his duel, his bracelet also reminded him that he could choose to release an A-ranked prisoner.
Dekan decided to release Chloix in front of him.
As soon as the seal on the Vitality Pod disappeared, the pod opened, and Chloix dressed in a special material prison uniform tumbled out.
Dekan firmly caught Chloix and placed his arm around his shoulder.
A few seconds later, Chloix frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
“Where am I…?”
The light made Chloix’s eyes somewhat uncomfortable.
Apparently, unlike his other companions, he had been in a state of non-voluntary sleep since entering the Shadow World.
However, when he noticed the person supporting him, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he jumped back in shock.
But the moment Chloix clearly identified the gray-haired, blue-eyed demon, he immediately realized it was Dekan!
Then Chloix looked at the farthest area making the most noise.
There was a demon mage engaging in a fierce battle against a demon berserker.
Fahlir at this moment was enraged with bloodlust, finally about to completely kill Bachelor.
Chloix glanced at Dekan and pointed at Fahlir’s direction with a puzzled expression.
Meaning: Is that guy the enemy we’re currently facing?
Dekan just shrugged and nodded.
For some reason.
Even without Dekan’s explanation,
Chloix knew exactly what to do.
The enemy was an almost out-of-hp eighth-rank forbidden magician.
The teammate was Dekan.
So which chapter are we in?
Chloix even suspected that he was still dreaming.
“Do you need more explanation, my partner?”
Dekan patted Chloix’s back and asked.
“Uh-huh.”
Thus, Dekan and Chloix teamed up again and thoroughly tortured the nearly defeated Fahlir to death.
…
In the real world.
The audience in front of the screen fell silent once more.
They witnessed the entire cruel torture process that Dekan and Chloix inflicted on Fahlir.
Originally, the unsolved mystery—
“How Dekan and Chloix killed the corrupting bishop Fahim.”
Now seemed to have been successfully unraveled.
Even though the two battles were entirely unrelated.
Yet everyone felt.
The battle in the Shadow World was a recreation of the past battle in the real world where Dekan and Chloix killed Fahim under the shadow of the seal.
Although people would no longer discuss Dekan’s reputation,
Somehow, if Fahim had indeed been tortured to death like this, the audience actually felt a sense of satisfaction.
At the viewing area of Hewenlit Academy.
Ice Snow Princess turned her head to look at Judith who had been unusually quiet since the match started.
Judith had her hands crossed in fists as if she was praying, yet her lips were pursed, and her eyes sparkled like a young girl’s.
Her gaze remained fixed on Chloix.
Judith hadn’t realized that her current expression was akin to a girl experiencing her first crush.
In the distance, there was a female student wearing a magic school uniform looking at the screen and then at Judith’s direction with a complicated look, lowering her head in gloom.
For some reason, Ice Snow Princess quickly noticed this student.
She was Chloix’s childhood friend, Claire.
Ice Snow Princess had seen her several times previously during events at Happy Group.
Although they hadn’t exchanged much conversation,
For some reason, Ice Snow Princess now felt like she understood that girl.
She even had an urge to talk to her.
But from her own standpoint,
She should support her friend and teammate, Judith, regardless.
Quite a dilemma.
With a hint of worry, Ice Snow Princess turned her attention back to Judith.
Yet when Ice Snow Princess noticed that Judith was almost writing her infatuation on her face,
“Cough, Cough!”
Ice Snow Princess quickly cleared her throat and poked Judith with her elbow.
If Judith’s expression was noticed by others,
Others would quickly figure out Judith’s feelings!
There would be a lot of gossip!
Judith startled awake immediately realizing her condition just now, and glanced around hastily, then sheepishly smiled at Ice Snow Princess and said,
“Sorry… I was too engrossed, it’s like I saw the scene of them defeating Fahim…”
However, as Judith looked intently at Ice Snow Princess’s face, she asked in surprise,
“Why is your nose a little red? Do you have a cold?”
“No.”
Ice Snow Princess denied, turning her head resolutely.
However, as soon as Ice Snow Princess turned her face towards the other side, she saw young journalist Ludwig sitting nearby.
This young journalist seemed to have been sitting next to Ice Snow Princess for a while without her noticing.
Ice Snow Princess instinctively felt this young journalist was the kind she wouldn’t know how to deal with.
Trying to avoid the young journalist, but now it was too late.
“Does your nose feel a little tingling, and your chest feel painful?”
Ludwig looked genuine, his eyes full of concern, asking Ice Snow Princess.
Ice Snow Princess: “!”
“I, I have a cold.”
Ice Snow Princess replied in embarrassment.
Seeing such a reaction from Ice Snow Princess, Ludwig sighed.
“Look on the bright side, compared to losing with a great lead, a fate destined to lose from the start is easier to accept, right?”
She patted Ice Snow Princess’s shoulder, giving her a long-lasting speech of comfort.
Ice Snow Princess: “???”
Ice Snow Princess: “I thank you!”
Ice Snow Princess, who was usually kind-hearted, had the impulse to stab someone for the first time.
…
Shadow World.
Dekan and Chloix had successfully dealt with the weakened Fahlir.
They even felt a little bored.
As they fought, they even started chatting.
So Chloix came to understand the situation up to now.
At the gateway to the seventh level,
The four members and one cat of the Beautiful Soul Squad finally assembled for the first time.
Yet their appearance didn’t seem to indicate that they were holding a strategy meeting.
“Morion, what’s your plan? Hmm?”
Dekan crossed his arms, with a cold laugh, looking down on the human and cat in front of him with three parts of coldness and seven parts of disdain.
And Morion and Teacher Cat obediently sat cross-legged in front of him.
“Leave it to you.”
Morion looked like someone who was prepared to die happily.
He even closed his eyes and calmly smiled.
“??”
This made Dekan feel somewhat confused.
Was this trader’s brain broken?
Why wasn’t he scared at all?
Why was he smiling?
Then how could I have the satisfaction of successful revenge?
Considering previous bad experiences, Dekan couldn’t help but to suspect, was Morion also a masochist?
Dekan suddenly felt a chill, and instinctively stepped back a few steps, feeling repelled.
“Morion, you’re not supposed to be that kind of character, right?”
After some thought, Dekan realized that Morion was deliberately trying to disgust him.
“Take this opportunity to speak while you can still talk. Whatever you want to say, say it quickly.”
Dekan resumed his stern and ruthless attitude, sneering as he spoke,
“I admit that I deceived you, there’s nothing much to say, I’ll just let you handle it then. But before going to the seventh level, there is indeed one important intelligence I need to tell you.”
Morion still looked fearless.
“It’s about the last Challenger.”
