Emily frowned slightly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"The scent of death is so unique, its top note is fear, its heart note is pain, and its base note is venomous hatred. Once smelled, it can never be forgotten.
No matter how strong or complex the perfume, it can't cover it up."
Lette took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Because this is the life form's instinctive rejection and vigilance against death."
Emily glared angrily at Lette, "Enough! Don't think you can slander him when the teacher isn't here!
Since I was eight, he's been working as a Magic Consultant in the Lawrence Family, teaching me magic knowledge.
For ten years, he worked diligently without complaint, and now you've been here a few days and try to sow discord between us?"
Hearing this, Lette burst into laughter, "Indeed, the bond between you and your teacher is deep.
To help you catch me, your teacher was even willing to use the invaluable Taboo Scroll."
Seeing the bewildered look on Emily's face, Lette tilted his head back to reveal the brand on his neck.
"What, your teacher didn't teach you?
The Holy Shackles, full name, the Holy Shackles of Chains. It can sever the connection between clergy and the divine, it's the nemesis of all clergy.
This forbidden skill was researched by the Great Mages of the Tower of Truth a century ago during the Holy War to counteract the Divine Officers.
After the Holy War, the Tower of Truth was destroyed, and this Forbidden Skill was lost, all produced Magic Scrolls were destroyed, only a few survived.
How can I describe its rarity to you?
Probably, with the worth of three of your Lawrence family territories, you'd could still save money.
Your teacher, earning money from two jobs for ten years, couldn't buy a corner of a scroll.
Don't talk nonsense about catching me and sending me to the Holy City for a bonus or something.
If the Holy Light Church saw the marks of the Holy Shackles Seal on me, they'd issue an extermination order on your family's territory in no time, leaving not a single egg intact.
Your teacher, actually has such a thing in his possession.
Aren't you curious about where he got it from? What his true identity is, or what he's preparing this thing for?"
Emily was a bit stunned by Lette's rapid-fire questioning, but she quickly gathered her senses and forced a cool smile.
"Hehe, fabricating such nonsense, you think I'll fall for it? Take him inside, keep a tight watch!"
"Oh, yes, I'm talking nonsense. But don't forget, I'm here using Demon exorcism as a gimmick to freeload at your house."
Lette didn't plan to continue the argument, leaving behind a cryptic line before being taken to the dungeon.
Watching his back disappear into the depths of the dungeon, Emily quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this man's divine arts had been sealed, those words were still like the whispers of a demon. One careless move, and she felt she might get entangled in them.
"He's here freeloading in the name of removing demons at my house..."
After a restless night, the sky was already getting light. As Emily walked toward the dining room, she couldn't help but recall that sentence.
Even as she sat in the dining room, she still couldn't figure out what Lette meant to convey.
The diligent maids had already started setting breakfast on the table. Emily absentmindedly picked up her cutlery, watching a maid set the table for that annoying fellow, she instinctively spoke up.
"Oh, there's no need to set Lette's place today."
"Oh? Miss, has Mr. Wright already left?"
One of the maids looked a bit disappointed, "Pity, I haven't had the chance to thank him in person."
"Yes, I even prepared a gift..."
Emily felt a mix of tears and laughter, not expecting that the deceiver still had so many supporters, "You all quite like him?"
The cheeks of several maids turned rosy, one of the more outgoing girls didn't deny it.
"Though Mr. Wright was somewhat unkempt, he is quite handsome. Most importantly, he drove away the Demon and avenged my father."
"Yes... my brother and mother's souls can find peace too."
Hearing these words caused Emily to shudder involuntarily.
Recently, she had been focused entirely on exposing Lette's scam and forgot the most crucial thing.
Before his arrival, a series of mysterious murders had been occurring on the Lawrence family territory. Rumors of a Demon causing chaos led to panic.
In those circumstances, that man appeared in sight as a Holy Knight, then used the Demon Exorcism Ceremony as an excuse to stay at the Lawrence Manor.
Now that it's confirmed the Demon Exorcism Ceremony was self-directed for profit, who then committed the initial murders?
Emily widened her eyes, couldn't help but let her thoughts run wild.
"Since he came to the manor, although he's been fooling around, no more murders have occurred in the town.
If so, he's either a serial killer doing all this just to make money.
Or the real killer is someone already in the manor..."
Despite her inner resistance, Emily couldn't help but ask.
"Are there any unwashed clothes of Teacher Moslian left? Or bed linens maybe?"
"There should... be?"
"Quick! Bring them to me fast!"
The maids looked at each other, not knowing why the lady of the house would have such strange requests early in the morning but still hurried towards the house's laundry.
Emily sat at the dining table, muttering to herself, "This is to prove, the teacher's innocence..."
Meanwhile, Lette was lying in the dungeon cell, humming a hometown tune.
"Iron doors~ Iron windows~ Iron chains~ Hand on~ Iron window~ Looking out~"
"Ah, stop singing, it's dreadful."
The little Enchanting Demon Lilith poked her head out from the wall, smiling at him, "Tsk tsk tsk, didn't think you'd end up like this?
How about it, want me to get you out?
Beg me!
Call me Lady Lilith first, let's hear it!"
Though there were other prisoners and guards in the cell, none of them could see Lilith in her spiritual form.
Lette rewarded her with a rolling eyes, "Why get out? It's a luxurious solitary suite in a pure prison! Straw round bed, monitored and yet unmonitored. Artisanal iron windows, can both imprison and contain."
Lilith emerged fully from the wall, sitting on his shoulder.
"Alright, alright, you win... So tell me, what scheme are you up to by surrendering?"
"I thought this time would be like the last, another mad Mage abandoning humanity to seek knowledge. But now, it seems it's not so simple."
Lilith stared puzzled, "Then why did he kill so many?"
Lette lay back on the straw mattress, crossing his legs, "Why tackle tough problems myself? It's better to lay back and let the questioner reveal the answer, isn't it more pleasant?"
"Ah~ that's so boring."
"This is called biding one's time! Boring, is it? Here's an exciting task for you!
When the remnants of the Tower of Truth appear, notify the closest Judgement Court, bring them here to catch the person."
Lilith gave a massive eye roll, who else but this man would send a Demon to deliver a message to the Holy Light Church's Judgement Court?
"Can't do it? Then a simpler one. Go to Emily's shadow, make sure she lives long enough, till the truth is revealed."
Lilith wore a displeased look, speaking with a sour tone, "You treasure her so, is it because you fancy her?
Hmph! I knew it, big chests and empty brains are your favorites!"
Lette didn't reply, just waved his hand impatiently. Lilith pouted, then turned and left the dungeon.
Staring at the ceiling of the cell, Lette mentally went through the events of the past days.
"Lying low for ten years, suddenly starts killing... Either the time has come. Or the opportunity is here."
"Hey, buddy, how did you get in here?"
By now, the daylight was shining, and the prisoners in the neighboring cells began to wake one after another. Seeing a new prisoner was like finding a new toy, causing quite a stir.
The guards rushed over, banging on the jail bars with sticks, scolding the unruly prisoners.
Lette stood up with a twist, stretched, and revealed a genial smile.
"Didn't expect it to be this lively here, so let me just engage in some spiritual and cultural development.
Friends, do you believe in the Light?"