“I don’t remember.”
Ronove denied it for now. It would be disadvantageous for him to answer positively or ambiguously.
However, it seemed that Cladda had more evidence than that.
He suddenly reached out to Ronove.
“!”
Ronove, who instinctively tried to pull back, stopped. The movement he was about to show was far from human.
Thump.
Cladda grabbed his right arm and rolled up his sleeve. His shirt was rolled up, revealing skin that was fine.
Cladda laughed coldly.
“They say that the one who bumped into the two maids got boiling tea poured on his arm. But,”
He pointed to Ronove’s arm.
“There’s no burn marks at all. But when you bumped into me, you had the same tea on your sleeve.”
Cladda’s hardened face wiped the smile off his face.
“It seems that I need to prove your divinity at the temple.”
Ronove’s mind was spinning.
Since he had met the maid and the priest around the time the morning bell rang, the time relationship was clear.
He could pretend not to know if he tried.
“And more than anything, I smell magic from you.”
An unpleasant smell.
It seemed that he couldn’t shake off the priest’s suspicions as he questioned him like that.
His eyes were gleaming with a kind of madness. Ronove knew the desires of these people.
The priests who pretended to live nobly as if they knew nothing about desires were also denying that their own desire to go to heaven was also a desire.
And this man had eyes consumed by that desire.
“It seems there was some kind of misunderstanding.”
Ronove said as he tried to find a way to resolve the situation.
He knew that he was a perceptive person, but he didn’t think he would find out like this.
Why of all people.
No matter how much a human could fly or crawl, they couldn't run up from the first floor to the third floor of this large mansion without making a sound.
But it’s not like he can declare that Ronove is a demon here.
There’s no way to explain... as Ronove was racking his brain, his mind spinning.
Knock, knock.
A knock rang out on the door. Cladda’s sharp eyes turned outside.
“Who are you?”
The name that came back in response was surprising to both of them.
“Beryl.”
“...Saintess?”
Even Cladda looked back at the door in surprise.
Since she didn’t necessarily need permission from this side, Beryl opened the door and came in.
Then she looked at Ronove and Cladda who were facing each other. She seemed a little surprised.
Then she looked back at Cladda.
“What’s happening to my servant?”
Cladda seemed bewildered by the door at first. But he soon came to his senses.
When it comes to catching demons, where could there be a clearer ally than a Saintess?
“This person is most likely a demon.”
Cladda said right away.
“A demon?”
Beryl’s gaze turned to Ronove. Cladda looked at the Saintess, his eyes trembling slightly.
Was she surprised? Well, she would have been surprised if there was a demon right next to her.
But how could the Saintess not notice such clear evidence?
“If it was a demon, I would have noticed it,”
Beryl said. Cladda hesitated involuntarily at the unpleasant voice, then lowered his head. As they say, the seat makes the person, and the Saintess wearing black clothes that seem to symbolize Vine seem very different from the woman he knew. She didn’t seem obedient at all.
Cladda opened his mouth, internally grumbling as if he didn’t like it.
“Even though he touched hot water, he didn’t feel any pain. Even though it was just boiled water, there wasn’t a single burn mark.”
“Um...”
The Saintess’s gaze turned back to Ronove. Well, it wasn’t solid evidence to claim that he was a demon.
However, Cladda continued speaking because he was confident.
“Moreover, he was on the first and third floors at the same time.”
“...At the same time?”
The Saintess seemed a little surprised by these words.
Cladda nodded triumphantly.
“Yes. He should be sent to the temple to prove his divinity.”
Belled was a powerful demon, so there was no problem in receiving divine power and praying.
However, it was said that even he would be dangerous if exposed to divine power for a long time.
Then what about Ronove, who was weaker than him?
Beryl almost grabbed the hem of her dress without realizing it. But remembering the hand that had touched her lips, she let out a short sigh.
And then she smiled faintly. Thinking of him.
Desperately hoping that Cladda would see her smiling leisurely.
“Decarabia.”
“Yes.”
Decarabia followed her and stood in the hallway. The room was filled with sunlight.
Of course, Decarabia wasn’t the only one here. Beryl was followed by other escorts from Byna.
However, Beryl called Decarabia specifically. It would be better to get her out of the way before the sunset. She was even more concerned because she felt like she knew why she had followed her.
“I need to clear up the misunderstanding.”
Decarabia listened to her order with her head down.
“Bring the servant from my room.”
Decarabia paused briefly at her words.
It was clear that she didn’t understand what she meant.
However, she couldn’t explain in more detail here.
But Beryl was sure that Belled would understand her intentions.
She recalled the magic drink and said,
“The one with the burn on his right arm.”
Beryl pointed to Ronove’s rolled-up sleeve and said,
“...Yes.”
Decarabia retreated obediently for the time being. He seemed not to understand what she was saying, but Beryl believed it.
She would tell Belled exactly what she said.
Naberus, who had received Belled’s order, appeared to Yubar once again.
This was the ‘devil’s order’ he had delivered.
‘The demon will descend soon, so respond appropriately.’
Instead of making a grand appearance in the summoning circle, simply sneaking into Duke Yubar’s room silently was enough to impress Duke Yubar.
‘Understood.’
Now Duke Yubar would think that the demons that were coming in due time were the ‘descended demons.’
Naberus, who had gone to perform the act, tried to praise himself, saying that his act was perfect this time.
‘This summoning circle worked...!’
...It would have been the same if Duke Yubar hadn’t shown him the ridiculously crude summoning circle.
He barely held back his laughter and reported back, saying,
‘Even a newborn demon wouldn’t go to that summoning circle.’
He didn’t know anything about demons, and he didn’t know how to infuse power into the so-called summoning circle.
Even so, Yubar, a demon worshiper, could technically be considered an ally to Vine. However, Belled had never thought of them as allies for even a moment.
To be exact, ever since he saw Beryl’s past life, and ever since. Once they were dealt with, he had to catch the corruption in the temple and blow it up.
And in the chaotic situation where the gates of hell were open, there was no way that the temple’s loopholes that had been taking money from numerous families would not be exposed. It would be easy if he just dealt with Orobas and Yubar.
Until then, he had to give them hope until the end so that they wouldn’t be bothered.
That they would be able to go to heaven.
When he squinted his eyes,
“Your Highness.”
A voice was heard from outside the door. Belled turned around to look at the door without realizing it.
Why is Decarabia, who followed Beryl, there?
Surely, something must have happened, his body moved faster than his reason, which tried to read the signs of life throughout the mansion.
Bam!
Belled opened the door roughly without realizing it. And only after seeing Decarabia, who didn’t look like there had been a fight, did he let out a short breath.
“What’s going on?”
Decarabia met his gaze with wide eyes as if slightly surprised. Then she quickly lowered her gaze.
Since it was something related to the devil, he couldn’t report it from outside the door, so Belled let her come in. With a thud, the door closed, and Decarabia quickly reported.
“Lord Ronove was under suspicion. However, Lady Beryl immediately told me to bring ‘the servant in this room’ as soon as she saw the situation.”
She had a troubled expression. There was no servant in this room.
To be exact, there was only Ratley, who was closer to a knight than a servant.
“...Servant?”
While Ronove was under suspicion, he would not have suddenly looked for a servant.
“She said he had a burn on his left arm...”
However, upon hearing those words, Belled’s mind cleared.
“...Ah, I think I know what you mean.”
He immediately turned around. The place he approached was the box that Beryl had been holding in her arms the whole time she came.
The box containing the magic wine.
As he opened the lid of the box, the magical power that had been waiting inside began to take shape.
Of course, it was Pocalor.
“What did you get burned with?”
Belled asked, looking back at Decarabia. Decarabia answered, thinking of Cladda’s words.
“In the hot tea, the left arm.”
Belled looked back at the box at that answer.
“In the form of Ronove with a light burn on his left arm.”
After the clear spell was given, the magical power took shape a little faster.
Pah!
And soon, what appeared was the form of someone who looked exactly like Ronove.
Of course, the expression was different. The demon who had Ronove’s face and a calm expression the whole time was Pocalor.
“Can we just keep going like this?”
Belled gave a brief explanation to Pocalor, who didn’t know much about the situation outside.
“It seems that we’re going to make Ronove look like a twin to dispel his suspicions.”
At those words, Decarabia finally opened her eyes wide.
“Ah.”
On the other hand, Pocalor nodded coolly. There was no need for a long explanation.
“Then Ronove is Beryl’s servant, and you are his brother.”
Belled glanced at her and said.
“I’ll make you my servant.”
Beryl would have wanted to send Pocalor down in the guise of a servant, but Belled was someone who would grab the opportunity once it came. He had wanted to get there somehow, so it wouldn’t have been strange if he had intervened in that situation. Even if Beryl was the mistress of the family, she wouldn’t have asked to bring the exclusive servant who served the head of the household in a normal situation.
Tak.
He followed Decarabia, trying hard to control his somewhat anxious steps.
He, a demon who was used to deceiving others and getting what he wanted, felt for the first time.
It was awkward for him to act like he wasn’t in a hurry.
Cladda grabbed his right arm and rolled up his sleeve. His shirt was rolled up, revealing skin that was fine.
Cladda laughed coldly.
“They say that the one who bumped into the two maids got boiling tea poured on his arm. But,”
He pointed to Ronove’s arm.
“There’s no burn marks at all. But when you bumped into me, you had the same tea on your sleeve.”
Cladda’s hardened face wiped the smile off his face.
“It seems that I need to prove your divinity at the temple.”
Ronove’s mind was spinning.
Since he had met the maid and the priest around the time the morning bell rang, the time relationship was clear.
He could pretend not to know if he tried.
“And more than anything, I smell magic from you.”
An unpleasant smell.
It seemed that he couldn’t shake off the priest’s suspicions as he questioned him like that.
His eyes were gleaming with a kind of madness. Ronove knew the desires of these people.
The priests who pretended to live nobly as if they knew nothing about desires were also denying that their own desire to go to heaven was also a desire.
And this man had eyes consumed by that desire.
“It seems there was some kind of misunderstanding.”
Ronove said as he tried to find a way to resolve the situation.
He knew that he was a perceptive person, but he didn’t think he would find out like this.
Why of all people.
No matter how much a human could fly or crawl, they couldn't run up from the first floor to the third floor of this large mansion without making a sound.
But it’s not like he can declare that Ronove is a demon here.
There’s no way to explain... as Ronove was racking his brain, his mind spinning.
Knock, knock.
A knock rang out on the door. Cladda’s sharp eyes turned outside.
“Who are you?”
The name that came back in response was surprising to both of them.
“Beryl.”
“...Saintess?”
Even Cladda looked back at the door in surprise.
Since she didn’t necessarily need permission from this side, Beryl opened the door and came in.
Then she looked at Ronove and Cladda who were facing each other. She seemed a little surprised.
Then she looked back at Cladda.
“What’s happening to my servant?”
Cladda seemed bewildered by the door at first. But he soon came to his senses.
When it comes to catching demons, where could there be a clearer ally than a Saintess?
“This person is most likely a demon.”
Cladda said right away.
“A demon?”
Beryl’s gaze turned to Ronove. Cladda looked at the Saintess, his eyes trembling slightly.
Was she surprised? Well, she would have been surprised if there was a demon right next to her.
But how could the Saintess not notice such clear evidence?
“If it was a demon, I would have noticed it,”
Beryl said. Cladda hesitated involuntarily at the unpleasant voice, then lowered his head. As they say, the seat makes the person, and the Saintess wearing black clothes that seem to symbolize Vine seem very different from the woman he knew. She didn’t seem obedient at all.
Cladda opened his mouth, internally grumbling as if he didn’t like it.
“Even though he touched hot water, he didn’t feel any pain. Even though it was just boiled water, there wasn’t a single burn mark.”
“Um...”
The Saintess’s gaze turned back to Ronove. Well, it wasn’t solid evidence to claim that he was a demon.
However, Cladda continued speaking because he was confident.
“Moreover, he was on the first and third floors at the same time.”
“...At the same time?”
The Saintess seemed a little surprised by these words.
Cladda nodded triumphantly.
“Yes. He should be sent to the temple to prove his divinity.”
Belled was a powerful demon, so there was no problem in receiving divine power and praying.
However, it was said that even he would be dangerous if exposed to divine power for a long time.
Then what about Ronove, who was weaker than him?
Beryl almost grabbed the hem of her dress without realizing it. But remembering the hand that had touched her lips, she let out a short sigh.
And then she smiled faintly. Thinking of him.
Desperately hoping that Cladda would see her smiling leisurely.
“Decarabia.”
“Yes.”
Decarabia followed her and stood in the hallway. The room was filled with sunlight.
Of course, Decarabia wasn’t the only one here. Beryl was followed by other escorts from Byna.
However, Beryl called Decarabia specifically. It would be better to get her out of the way before the sunset. She was even more concerned because she felt like she knew why she had followed her.
“I need to clear up the misunderstanding.”
Decarabia listened to her order with her head down.
“Bring the servant from my room.”
Decarabia paused briefly at her words.
It was clear that she didn’t understand what she meant.
However, she couldn’t explain in more detail here.
But Beryl was sure that Belled would understand her intentions.
She recalled the magic drink and said,
“The one with the burn on his right arm.”
Beryl pointed to Ronove’s rolled-up sleeve and said,
“...Yes.”
Decarabia retreated obediently for the time being. He seemed not to understand what she was saying, but Beryl believed it.
She would tell Belled exactly what she said.
***
Naberus, who had received Belled’s order, appeared to Yubar once again.
This was the ‘devil’s order’ he had delivered.
‘The demon will descend soon, so respond appropriately.’
Instead of making a grand appearance in the summoning circle, simply sneaking into Duke Yubar’s room silently was enough to impress Duke Yubar.
‘Understood.’
Now Duke Yubar would think that the demons that were coming in due time were the ‘descended demons.’
Naberus, who had gone to perform the act, tried to praise himself, saying that his act was perfect this time.
‘This summoning circle worked...!’
...It would have been the same if Duke Yubar hadn’t shown him the ridiculously crude summoning circle.
He barely held back his laughter and reported back, saying,
‘Even a newborn demon wouldn’t go to that summoning circle.’
He didn’t know anything about demons, and he didn’t know how to infuse power into the so-called summoning circle.
Even so, Yubar, a demon worshiper, could technically be considered an ally to Vine. However, Belled had never thought of them as allies for even a moment.
To be exact, ever since he saw Beryl’s past life, and ever since. Once they were dealt with, he had to catch the corruption in the temple and blow it up.
And in the chaotic situation where the gates of hell were open, there was no way that the temple’s loopholes that had been taking money from numerous families would not be exposed. It would be easy if he just dealt with Orobas and Yubar.
Until then, he had to give them hope until the end so that they wouldn’t be bothered.
That they would be able to go to heaven.
When he squinted his eyes,
“Your Highness.”
A voice was heard from outside the door. Belled turned around to look at the door without realizing it.
Why is Decarabia, who followed Beryl, there?
Surely, something must have happened, his body moved faster than his reason, which tried to read the signs of life throughout the mansion.
Bam!
Belled opened the door roughly without realizing it. And only after seeing Decarabia, who didn’t look like there had been a fight, did he let out a short breath.
“What’s going on?”
Decarabia met his gaze with wide eyes as if slightly surprised. Then she quickly lowered her gaze.
Since it was something related to the devil, he couldn’t report it from outside the door, so Belled let her come in. With a thud, the door closed, and Decarabia quickly reported.
“Lord Ronove was under suspicion. However, Lady Beryl immediately told me to bring ‘the servant in this room’ as soon as she saw the situation.”
She had a troubled expression. There was no servant in this room.
To be exact, there was only Ratley, who was closer to a knight than a servant.
“...Servant?”
While Ronove was under suspicion, he would not have suddenly looked for a servant.
“She said he had a burn on his left arm...”
However, upon hearing those words, Belled’s mind cleared.
“...Ah, I think I know what you mean.”
He immediately turned around. The place he approached was the box that Beryl had been holding in her arms the whole time she came.
The box containing the magic wine.
As he opened the lid of the box, the magical power that had been waiting inside began to take shape.
Of course, it was Pocalor.
“What did you get burned with?”
Belled asked, looking back at Decarabia. Decarabia answered, thinking of Cladda’s words.
“In the hot tea, the left arm.”
Belled looked back at the box at that answer.
“In the form of Ronove with a light burn on his left arm.”
After the clear spell was given, the magical power took shape a little faster.
Pah!
And soon, what appeared was the form of someone who looked exactly like Ronove.
Of course, the expression was different. The demon who had Ronove’s face and a calm expression the whole time was Pocalor.
“Can we just keep going like this?”
Belled gave a brief explanation to Pocalor, who didn’t know much about the situation outside.
“It seems that we’re going to make Ronove look like a twin to dispel his suspicions.”
At those words, Decarabia finally opened her eyes wide.
“Ah.”
On the other hand, Pocalor nodded coolly. There was no need for a long explanation.
“Then Ronove is Beryl’s servant, and you are his brother.”
Belled glanced at her and said.
“I’ll make you my servant.”
Beryl would have wanted to send Pocalor down in the guise of a servant, but Belled was someone who would grab the opportunity once it came. He had wanted to get there somehow, so it wouldn’t have been strange if he had intervened in that situation. Even if Beryl was the mistress of the family, she wouldn’t have asked to bring the exclusive servant who served the head of the household in a normal situation.
Tak.
He followed Decarabia, trying hard to control his somewhat anxious steps.
He, a demon who was used to deceiving others and getting what he wanted, felt for the first time.
It was awkward for him to act like he wasn’t in a hurry.
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