"Since you knew earlier that there was something wrong with the teacher, why didn't you say it sooner?"
Lette dug his ear, squinting: "Because it's a hassle."
"Proving he's a murderer is troublesome?"
"It's the process that's troublesome."
At this point, a trace of impatience flashed in Lette's eyes.
"Proving he's a murderer, exposing his crime in front of everyone, and pinning him down with flawless logic and evidence.
Then, listening to his journey from a normal person to a criminal.
Finally, delivering a moving closing argument, handing him over to the Holy Sect Court or the Imperial Guard.
On a fine, sunny day, executing him publicly to set things straight!
To you, all this seems natural.
But to me, it's just a small episode on the journey, not worth the huge cost of time and effort."
Emily was a bit unconvinced: "So your way is the right way?"
"Exorcism, to give the people an answer. Holy Water, to help them regain the courage to live.
After I fade from everyone's view, I'll quietly come back to deal with the murderer when they lower their guard, making it look like an accident.
Compared to a process that drags on for months, it's simple, fast, and hassle-free."
Emily was somewhat dissatisfied with his confident tone: "What's with the arrogance, the teacher is just a suspect now, not yet convicted!"
"Aren't you still going through the process?"
"And can you guarantee you're right?"
"Before going all out, I'll have Lilith read their memory to ensure there's no mistake. Oh, Lilith is that little succubus with me."
Emily disdainfully took several steps back: "As a Holy Knight, you're mingling with Demons! You..."
Lette laughed dismissively: "Have you heard of the Fallen Angel? If the Demon God can make Angels fall, why can't the Holy Light Goddess reform Demons?
Or do you think the Holy Light Goddess is inferior to the Demon God, a good-for-nothing! A lowly God who only knows how to talk?"
"I'm not! I didn't! Don't say such things!"
Emily was so frightened her complexion changed, continuously praying to the Holy Light Goddess for forgiveness.
Moreover, she was certain that this man's words just now were laced with strong personal grievances.
After praying, Emily glared fiercely at Lette: "Hmph! I've heard that succubi are all curvaceous and stunning, the most desirable form for men.
The succubus with you, skinny and small like a little girl... Wow, don't tell me you have some kind of special fetish?"
Lette jumped up instantly, stomping on Emily's restless shadow, waving his hands anxiously.
"Hey, hey, hey! You can talk nonsense, but don't say things carelessly! You can insult my character, but don't question my preferences!
Of course, I like big-breasted, long-legged, slender-waisted beauties with good faces!"
Emily squinted her eyes, clearly unconvinced.
"Doubting your devotion to the Holy Light, you remain indifferent. Yet on this issue, you're so stubborn? To be honest, I don't understand you."
"Nonsense! Insulting a boss at most gets you unemployed, but a social death means losing human qualifications!"
Emily gazed at the light falling from the skylight, silent for a long time before speaking again.
"...The teacher hasn't returned yet; did he already run away?"
Lette laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Your teacher will definitely come back, the mages from the Tower of Truth are mostly obsessed madmen.
Moreover, he has been planning this for ten years and consumed a precious Holy Shackles Scroll. Even if it's just to recoup his losses, he can't just slip away with his tail between his legs.
I suspect he'll act tonight."
"What makes you so sure?"
"Because the disciplinary Black Knight from the Judgement Court is coming."
Lette closed the book in his hand: "Since you know my identity, you must have sent someone to the Holy Grant National Cathedral to verify it, right?
Then the Judgement Court has likely received the news simultaneously.
Now, batches of disciplinary Black Knights are on their way riding horses.
Their capture of me is just an internal faction struggle within the Church Court. But when it comes to eliminating the remnants of the Tower of Truth, that's unforgivable.
If caught by them, the outcome... tsk tsk tsk. He will definitely act before the Black Knights arrive."
"You keep talking about the Tower of Truth, what is that?"
Lette flashed the book in his hand: "Have you read this book?"
"A Collection of Fairy Tales and Fables? I read it as a child."
"I just borrowed this from the jailer; it's a gift he bought for his daughter."
Lette flipped through the book with a rustling sound: "Though the fairy tales and fables I read were different, they had many common elements.
For example, `The Prince Toad`, `Beauty and Beast`, and `The Sleeping Beauty`."
Emily impatiently interrupted him: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Don't you think these fairy tales are actually quite frightening?"
Lette tossed the book to Emily: "A country's prince mocked a Witch, so he was turned into a toad.
The King forgot to send an invitation to a Witch for his daughter's full moon banquet, resulting in the curse of endless sleep for the daughter, followed by the destruction of the entire kingdom.
Perhaps fairy tales often end on a bright note, with the prince and princess living happily ever after.
But what about reality? In reality, won't there be someone like a Witch, or even with a colder and crueler character, employing more brutal and crazed methods?
You are also a Mage; surely in your magical studies, you've experienced a similar feeling.
The world's mechanisms are clear, everything's development follows a traceable path.
The mysterious veils are lifted one by one, and humanity is slowly being erased.
Ultimately, your mind is left solely with the exploration of Truth and the pursuit of Power, losing the corresponding reverence.
People, in your eyes, are just walking materials. Nations, merely sandboxes that can be knocked down and rebuilt at any moment.
At a mere gesture, you can turn someone into a frog, mouse, or toad, just because they glared at you, or simply because it was amusing.
You can act wantonly, and the reason for doing something might just be because you could."
Here, Lette paused, sighed deeply: "And this gathering place of madmen is called the Tower of Truth.
The essence of its existence is to facilitate these madmen exchanging their innovative insanity and techniques, cultivating more madmen.
If you are exceptionally talented, you'd surely wish to become part of this privileged class. Able to act as you please, unrestrained by anything.
But the vast majority of ordinary people wish to live in a world far less insane.
So they were wiped out, annihilated by almost every race's power in the world – the Holy Light Church, the Human Empire, the Elf Dynasty, the Beastman Tribe, the Merfolk, the Dwarves.
I see you are restless, does it concern the ten years of mentorship between you and Moslian?
Honestly, there's no need to worry.
If he truly is a remnant of the Tower of Truth, you, your father, and everyone in the domain, even the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and cats, might be experimental subjects or tools for achieving some goal.
Talking sentiment with them is like discussing morality and conscience with some lamppost ornament."
Emily gritted her teeth and coldly snorted: "Don't underestimate us; if teacher Moslian is truly a serial killer.
The Lawrence Family will certainly clean up its own house! We will not protect, nor will we harbor villains."
"My lady! My lady!!!"
A guard ran in a panic outside the door: "A sudden black mist has risen outside, surrounding the entire estate! Count, the Count is missing."
Upon hearing this, Lette raised an eyebrow: "It looks like your teacher has come to give you his last lesson."