The night was dark and the wind was high. A figure quietly flipped out of the Lawrence Manor, using the cover of night to escape into the northern woods.
As he advanced into the depths of the forest, he also erased his own tracks.
Such a careful person was none other than Lette, who had just made a big fortune.
The copper peso, though not as valuable as Silver Delang or Gold Mark, accumulates to a considerable income.
Lette halted under a large tree, cautiously observing whether there were pursuers behind him. Suddenly, the water pouch at his waist began to tremble.
"Alright, alright, I know already!"
Impatient, Lette took out the bottle and pulled out the cork. A light purple smoke emerged, transforming into the little succubus he had just subdued.
She sat on his neck, angrily pulling at his hair and ears.
"Stinky Lette, you awful can! You used so much force, do you know how much that hurts?"
"And you! How many times have I told you? As soon as the Holy Water hits the target, come out immediately!
But you, you're either too early or too late every time! Can you have a little professionalism?
I can cover if you're late, but it's hard to cover if you're early!
What? You want to make it look like my aim is accurate?"
"It's your fault for making the demon exorcism ceremony take so long; I fell asleep!"
"Fell asleep? Making a living, miss! And, do you want to hear what you said?
Our exorcism rituals are all at night; what kind of good succubus can sleep at night?
You're the shame of succubi!"
The little succubus turned red with shame and anger: "And you dare criticize me? You're the most despicable Holy Knight in history!
You always say that the Holy Light Goddess has character issues, is worthless, and not worth a damn?
Then why, when making Holy Water, do you invoke the Holy Light Goddess for blessings so devoutly? Hypocritical! Disgusting!"
Lette immediately rolled his eyes: "You know nothing, the Holy Light Goddess is like the Holy Light Church's corporate entity.
As an employee running business, of course, I have to operate under the banner of the Holy Light Goddess!
I earn the money.
The blame, she takes! How can I pass up such a good deal?
Forget it, you won't understand even if I explain; you, with a brain as flat as your chest!"
"Wow! I'm going to bite you!"
"Hey! Let go! Don't you dare stretch your foot into my mouth, or I'll turn hostile!"
Whoosh!
Amidst the squabbling between the man and demon, an arrow suddenly shot through the air. Lette quickly pinned the little succubus down, catching the incoming arrow steadily with his other hand.
"Lilith, stop messing around, we have company."
Before the words were finished, a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in from all sides, surrounding them completely.
Emily, daughter of the Earl, and the old mage from before separated the crowd, standing not far from Lette.
"The teacher truly has foresight; he indeed planned to flee tonight."
Lette tucked the enchanting demon Lilith under his arm, smiling at the others: "Miss Emily, you don't have to put it so harshly. Run away? I'd say it's more like leaving once the task is done, hiding merit and fame.
Your crisis here may be averted, but the whole world is still yearning for my salvation."
Emily sneered: "Planning to swindle elsewhere again, Mr. Wright. Or perhaps I should respectfully call you, Saint Wright."
The smile on Lette's face gradually faded, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You investigated me?"
"Saint Wright, one of the five candidate Saint Heirs.
Five years ago, you appeared in the Holy City like lightning, accepted as a student by His Holiness the Pope and the legendary Holy Knight Constant, due to the once-in-a-millennium max level Light Element affinity.
In merely two years, you left many legends behind.
Shame of the Holy Knight, Turbid Light, Holy Sin, unforgivable person, irreverent one!
At the Holy Presence Festival three years ago, you committed blasphemy against the Holy Light Goddess, and was exiled by the Church Court.
You've been deemed a catastrophe-level wanted criminal by the Judgement Court."
Lette picked at his ear dismissively.
"Hahaha, so I'm that famous? Indeed, infamy is still fame after all.
Looking at Miss Emily's stance, are you planning to capture me and send me to the Holy City for a reward?"
Emily drew her Magic Wand, glaring at him furiously.
"So what if I am? As a Holy Knight, you collude with demons, deceiving everywhere!
I'll not only take you to the Holy City but also make you return the money swindled from the people! You shameless scoundrel!"
"How is that so? What I sell is genuine Holy Water. You may not recognize it, but you can't slander my reputation!"
Emily scoffed: "Does your reputation even need us to tarnish it? Seize him!"
With a command, the soldiers surged forward. A hulking warrior led the charge, wielding a battle axe as he strode forward fiercely.
"I really am, being underestimated."
Unafraid, Lette gathered Holy Light at his fingertips and gently slashed, casting a Holy Healing Technique on the charging warrior.
Emily frowned, wondering if he was so frightened that he cast a Healing Divine Spell on the enemy?
Yet, in the next moment, the charging warrior suddenly wobbled and with a crash, hit the large tree beside him.
"Tripped...tripped?"
Emily found it unbelievable. The warrior, a Silver Fifth level powerhouse, was considered a master even in the entire Holy Grant Duchy!
He might not be unmatched by thousands, but handling a hundred was certainly easy.
Getting tripped even in the forest seemed incredibly absurd.
"So impressive…"
The old mage Moslian suddenly spoke with a hoarse voice, having been silent till now.
"He precisely controlled the Holy Healing Technique, amplifying only Johnson's left leg's strength.
This caused Johnson to lose balance the moment he exerted his strength, crashing into the tree.
To achieve this, your precision must be very high!"
Upon hearing this, Emily couldn't help but draw a deep breath. Studying magic under her teacher, she naturally understood the principle of Holy Healing Technique.
It was a Divine Spell that, through the infusion of Light Element and Divine Power, stimulates the body's vitality to heal injuries and recover strength briefly.
Unexpectedly, the man before her could perform Holy Healing on specific parts to the extent of disrupting enemy actions. Such a technique was unheard of.
If she hadn't witnessed it, it would be unimaginable!
Lette grinned: "Oh, looks like old Mr. Moslian knows quality when he sees it.
A few years ago, when I first encountered the Holy Healing Technique, I noticed that most clergy employed a deluge method to ensure healing results.
In my quest to improve it, I developed a Revised Holy Healing Technique capable of localized treatments.
But during practice, I discovered that excessive treatment of certain areas on the target leads to more explosive effects.
For example!"
Lette waved his hand, letting a Holy Light fall upon one of them. That person suddenly grimaced in pain, jumping up as if stepping on a nail.
"My calf! My calf cramped!"
Following this, several Holy Lights fell, leaving those hit wailing nonstop.
"My eyelid is twitching! Can't control it at all!"
"My heartbeat's racing! Ah, it's unsettling, like it's about to explode!"
"Ugh, my throat… I can't breathe…"
Emily watched the guards stumble and stagger, horror etched on her face.
Is this Holy Healing Technique? This feels more like a curse!
Why could a Holy Knight twist a divine art of light and redemption into something so bizarre and distorted?
"Haha, how amusing."
The enchanting demon Lilith poked her head out, staring mockingly at them.
"You all thought he was just a careless fraud, coming gleefully to apprehend him, right?
Think carefully!
In the Church Court, countless legends about him circulate, condemning his base actions, yet, has anyone ever questioned his strength?"
Lilith's words sent a chill through everyone present. They realized they were about to face an incredibly formidable opponent.
Seeing this, the old mage Moslian retrieved his Magic Wand, conjuring several Wind Blades to unleash upon Lette.
Unflustered, Lette casually unfolded a Holy Light Shield, blocking all attacks, though he was forced to continuously maintain a defensive shield against the endless onslaught.
"All together! He can't maintain such precise operations on all fronts!"
Emily snapped out of her daze, joining her teacher in casting magic to suppress him. The surrounding soldiers also plucked up their courage, charging in with defiant roars.
"You know nothing of power."
With these words, the Holy Light surrounding Lette shone bright, forming a massive golden light domain of ten meters in diameter.
All enemies stepping into the glow halted, crouching on the ground with odd expressions, clutching their stomachs.
"You! What did you do?"
"Nothing much, I merely set up my self-created Magic Array Barrier. Anyone entering this light domain receives the Holy Light's blessing.
The effect accelerates intestinal movement and metabolism, allowing them to freely express themselves anytime, anywhere.
Oh! Or call it diarrhea, for ease of understanding.
I named this attack! The Social Death Domain!"
As the stench filled the air, the unscathed soldiers at the back turned pale and hesitant to approach.
Especially Miss Emily, retreating with a frightened expression upon merely locking eyes with Lette.
If she fell victim to this move, death might be preferable.
Insidious! This man is too insidious!
Clearly a Holy Light believer, clergy, a Holy Knight of justice and compassion!
Why, every time he acts, is it so despicably?
The old mage wore a grim face, struggling inwardly, before finally making a decision, drawing a vintage scroll from his sleeve and setting it alight.
Instantly, Holy Light blossomed, transforming into numerous slender chains of light that wrapped toward Lette!
"Holy Shackles!?"
Lette didn't expect this move from them, watching the chains come at him with no chance to dodge. Thus, he threw the little succubus Lilith out with force.
In the next instant, he was ensnared by the chains, imprinted on his skin through his clothes, looking like a shackle.
Meanwhile, the Holy Shield before him and the surrounding Holy Light Barrier disappeared accordingly.
"Tin can!"
"Go! I'll be fine!"
Lilith, seeing this, dared not linger, flapping her wings and fleeing swiftly.
Seeing this, Moslian delightfully announced: "Success! All his Divine Arts have been sealed. Go on! Capture him!"
The others, seeing the Holy Light around Lette indeed fade away, mustered the courage to swarm and hold their swords to his neck.
The old mage hurried to Lette, staring coldly at him: "How does it feel?"
"This magic scroll, forbidden by the Church, where did you get it? What's your relation to the Tower of Truth?"
"That's none of your concern."
The old mage Moslian waved his sleeve: "Emily, take him back and lock him up in the dungeon. I'll continue to capture the fleeing demon.
After all, it's the key evidence of his demon nurturing."
"Yes, teacher!"
Things changed too quickly, like a tornado. Emily, somewhat stunned, merely acted according to her teacher's instructions.
Bound by the Holy Shackles Seal, Lette didn't resist, following Emily obediently back to the direction of the Lawrence Manor with a faint smile.
Upon reaching the dungeon entrance, the gate guard approached.
"Miss, what brings you here?"
"Lock this man up securely!"
"Yes!"
The guards hurriedly opened the dungeon door, releasing a foul odor. Emily, entering for the first time, frowned deeply.
"What's that smell?"
Having been silent, Lette suddenly laughed: "Rotten, moldy, mixed with corpse stench. Miss Emily, doesn't this scent seem a bit familiar?
Like you've smelled it before on your esteemed teacher?"