"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits! Holy Light Goddess, manifest your presence quickly!"
In the Lawrence Manor, a bizarre demon exorcism ceremony was underway.
Lette was clad in the heavy Holy Knight Bright Armor, holding a priest's scepter in one hand, and a water pouch filled with so-called Holy Water in the other.
As he danced the witch dance akin to a barbarian tribe, he muttered incantations. Paired with the flickering shadows under the bonfire, the entire scene exuded an indescribable distortion!
Such an odd method of exorcism naturally sparked discussions among the onlookers, even the guards maintaining order cast suspicious glances.
Yet despite this, Lette continued performing the so-called exorcism ceremony with an unwavering expression and calm demeanor.
Counting today, he had been using the excuse of exorcism to freeload at Lawrence Manor for fifteen days now.
As time went on, the initial enthusiastic welcome from everyone had turned into skepticism, followed by more skepticism.
If not for his identity as a Holy Knight, he would have long been thrown out.
After all, the Holy Light Church was the largest divine sect on the Adrem Continent and also the state religion of the Holy Grant Duchy.
The clergy enjoyed an exalted status here, and Holy Knights who represented sanctity and justice were particularly respected.
But after so many days, it was indeed time to produce some decent achievements.
Fortunately, he had been prepared for a long time, as he had done such things more than once.
"Father, please order an end to this ridiculous farce."
The Earl's daughter, Miss Emily of the Lawrence Family, looked at Lette with a face full of disdain.
As an outstanding Magic Apprentice, she knew very well that this so-called Holy Knight had done nothing proper in these fifteen days other than wandering around and teasing the maids.
"This is not exorcism at all, but a ridiculous and clumsy performance. He's just a conman! Please order his arrest!"
Count Lawrence looked troubled: "But the Holy Light he summons is incomparably holy, and his interpretations of the Holy Scripture are incredibly profound.
Moreover, he has the Holy Knight Silver Radiance Medal; he doesn't look like a fake at all."
"Father, on the very first day this so-called Holy Knight arrived, he was arrested for causing a drunken disturbance in the tavern.
After being invited to the manor to stay, he claimed he could see a person's future fortune from their palm lines, using it as a pretext to flirt and harass the maids!
Every day he idly wandered around town, eating, drinking, brawling!
He often shouted things like 'the full expenses today are courtesy of Count Lawrence!' and then incurred large debts for alcohol!
Gluttonous, lazy, lovesick, and violent—does any of this align with the symbol of love and justice that is the Holy Knight?"
Count Lawrence looked troubled: "What if we're wrong? We can't withstand the wrath of the Church Court."
The mage advisor standing by the Earl also spoke up: "Emily, don't rush.
A few days ago, I sent the Knight Captain to the Holy Light Cathedral in the capital to verify his identity.
By the timing, we should soon receive a response.
Let him fool around if he wishes. If the ceremony yields no results in the end, we won't even have to wait for a response to prosecute him directly.
Isn't that better?"
"But! Teacher Moslian! He—"
"Let the Holy Light guide us! Urgently as decreed!"
Before Emily could finish speaking, Lette suddenly leaped in front of them and shouted loudly, hurling the Holy Water in his hand toward the City Lord.
Taken by surprise, the Holy Water splashed directly onto the three of them, and the previously noisy crowd abruptly went silent.
On the square, apart from the crackling of the bonfire, only the dripping sound of water sliding down their faces could be heard.
The crowd stared in shock at the City Lord and the two others, unable to help but wonder, could one of these three actually be the demon?
However, after a moment, nothing happened.
Miss Emily, who had been discontented all along, bit her lip and suppressed her anger: "Honorable Holy Knight, is this your so-called exorcism ceremony?
Where is the demon?"
Seeing no reaction, Lette felt some dissatisfaction but still maintained an air of inscrutable mystery.
"Don't rush, let the Holy Water fly for a moment."
"Enough! You shameless fraud, how dare you deceive the Lawrence Family, people! Arrest him for me…"
Before she could finish speaking, a girl's wail suddenly came from beside her.
"Ah! It's the Holy Water! Damn Holy Water!"
A small girl emerged struggling from Count Lawrence's shadow, smoking all over as she flew into the air.
She had ram horns, bat wings, and a long tail. Although small in stature, she exuded deadly allure.
"Demon! It's really a demon! Everyone run!!!"
The onlookers exclaimed in panic, and the guards immediately tensed up. The Earl turned pale with fear, and Emily was full of shock.
"There actually is... a demon?"
In this moment of crisis, Lette stepped forward.
"Everyone, hold steady! This little demon won't cause any big trouble! By the Holy Light above, watch me subdue her!"
The demon flapped her petite wings, roaring ferociously: "You nauseating tin can! How dare you ruin my plans, I'll take your life!"
"Ignorant of the heights of the heavens, yet you dare swagger here! You don't even see me in your eyes!"
Lette struck a stylish posture, and pure Holy Light erupted from him, illuminating the night. The soothing Holy Light calmed people's hearts and made the demon shy away.
"Light Holy Dragon! Holy Light Spell! Revered Holy Spirit! Surrender to me!"
The surging Holy Light formed the silhouette of a sacred giant dragon in the air, which battered the demon back to the ground with a breath of dragon's breath.
Lette raised the pouch that had just held Holy Water high and shouted, "Capture!"
"No~ Don't~ I'm so unwilling~~"
The little demon let out an unwilling cry, turning into a puff of purple smoke and being sucked into the bottle. The entire process was smooth as if it had been rehearsed.
"Praise the Holy Light! Praise the Holy Light!"
The onlookers no longer dared question Lette's identity, kneeling devoutly on the ground, continuously extolling the greatness of the Holy Light Goddess.
"Holy Knight! You are truly mighty and extraordinary, thank you for saving us from the demon's harm."
Upon hearing this, Lette waved his hand: "Everyone, don't let your guard down yet, this demon may have been dispelled, but not thoroughly exorcised.
The demon's residual poison still lingers on this land; if not completely exorcised, it will cause disease, plague, disaster, and curses!
In any case, the harm is endless!"
"Ah? Then what, what are we supposed to do? Holy Knight, you must save us!"
Lette, however, put on a look of compassion: "By the Holy Light above, as a glorious Holy Knight, how could I stand by and watch you suffer?
The only solution now is a large amount of Holy Water to save everyone!"
Saying this, Lette suddenly stepped to the side and then back to his original position: "Where can you buy Holy Water?"
Then he returned to his previous spot: "Great question! You're in luck today!
Today, I shall make Holy Water for you all right here!
Fear being disturbed by demons? Fear being cursed? Fear being troubled by disease?
One bottle of Holy Water will solve all three problems at once!
With Holy Water in hand, worry-free exorcism!
Don't miss out when passing by! Only ninety-eight copper pesos for a bottle! Unprecedented value!
What are you waiting for! Hurry home and get some water!
Just ninety-eight! Holy Knight's handmade Holy Water! Take! Home! Today!"
Once again, silence fell over the scene, but soon someone got up and ran home, followed by the masses rushing home to fetch water, even the guards maintaining order weren't exempt.
Watching the frantic crowd leave, Lette secretly breathed a sigh of relief, a barely noticeable curve formed at the corner of his mouth.
Observing this enigmatic man's back, Emily found herself momentarily dazed.
In her mind, Holy Knights were so majestic and strong. But this man's actions were a desecration of Holy Knights!
Yet the brilliant, pure Holy Light and the exquisite medal did not seem fake.
Just then, a crow descended from the sky, landing on the Black Robed Mage's shoulder, and spat out a copper tube.
The old mage caught it and extracted a small scroll of parchment, and after glancing at it, he was suddenly startled.
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
"See for yourself..."
Emily took the letter and, after a glance, gasped, covering her mouth: "Judgement Court's wanted notice! Catastrophe level?"
The old mage's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Whatever it takes, we cannot let him escape."