This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 119 - 111: The Demon’s Idol

Chapter 119: Chapter 111: The Demon’s Idol

With the efforts of Lette and Lilith, the four of them arrived at the Gap of Dreams.

For Flander, it was her first time coming to this blurred zone between void and reality. Her spiritual power was relatively low, her willpower thin, and she was a little unadapted.

Lette reached out, using his spiritual power to form a pendant, which he then placed around Flander’s neck to relieve her symptoms.

Conversely, Emily, who was arriving for the second time, was already at ease.

She could even use her spiritual power to alter things in the dream, creating her own beautiful dreams.

This showed that she had the talent to become a Dream Weaver.

"As expected of a Witch..."

Lette wasn’t surprised by Emily’s performance; after all, her spiritual power was far greater than that of ordinary people.

Previously, no one had truly guided her properly, and now she was only catching up swiftly.

Lette closed his eyes to sense for a moment, but felt nothing, and when he opened them, he happened to meet Lilith’s gaze.

"Have you found that dream’s Alice?"

"No, and her Dreamland has no trace either. It seems that last time really startled her.

In the short term, this little Witch won’t be showing up again."

Emily was quite disappointed upon hearing this; she actually wanted to communicate with other girl Witches like her.

"If the Dream Witch doesn’t help, how can we make the Magic Crystal Shoes for Sister Joanna?"

Lette laughed heartily: "I wasn’t planning on finding her in the first place. In the Dream Realm, there are countless powerful divine beings; a Witch may not necessarily be the best choice.

Let’s go, I’ll first take you back to rest in my own beautiful dream."

Lette pressed his hands on the heads of Emily and Flander, then followed with Lilith, their figures flickering.

When they opened their eyes again, they’d arrived at the entrance of a lucid dream landscape.

Emily and Flander, seeing such beauty for the first time, had their girlish hearts completely captured.

"This is the foothold I have in the Gap of Dreams, or the Dream World, and also the beautiful dream I wove."

As the four stepped in, Emily and Flander were immediately drawn to the various beautiful sceneries.

"So beautiful, with an indescribable... atmosphere!"

"The Master’s beautiful dream is truly enchanting."

Lette paused: "At first, I crafted the beautiful dream in the image of my hometown.

During that time, I was particularly obsessed with it, even capturing many human-like Imaginary Creatures to play various roles here.

I became indulged in it, even neglecting the real world.

This became my haven.

But later, one day, I suddenly got tired of it.

Dreams are just dreams; fake cannot become real. No matter how real they appear, they’re still not reality, and I couldn’t fool myself.

So, with a wave of my hand, I destroyed all the beautiful dreams.

Then, upon the ruins, I painted with my heart, finally creating this seemingly so-so place.

However, I haven’t been here for quite a long time."

In the midst of green mountains and clear waters, there was a leisurely farmhouse courtyard, seemingly blending into the surrounding scenery.

Lette brought the three women back here and took out some simple tree stump stools.

"How should I put it, it feels like this place shares some of the style of the Master’s estate, but it’s freer and more comfortable."

Emily nodded repeatedly, "Indeed, it feels very free and relaxing here.

But, weren’t we supposed to find materials to make the Magic Crystal Shoes?

What are we doing here?

This place doesn’t seem to have crystals or magic."

Lette scratched his ear: "Making a pair of Magic Crystal Shoes is actually very simple. Find a piece of Magic Crystal, then go to the Holy Tower to measure Joanna’s size personally, and then just carve it with spiritual power.

It’s not difficult for me, nor is it for Emily."

Emily waved her hand dismissively: "Difficulty aside, what do you mean by measuring personally? Do you intend to touch her!"

Lette wore a look of righteousness: "I want to ensure the custom-made Crystal Shoes fit perfectly!

Don’t forget, one of the settings of the Crystal Shoes is that only Cinderella can wear them!"

Lilith rolled her eyes disdainfully: "Joanna is willing to have children with you, would she mind you touching her feet?

Why are you making such excuses?"

Lette cleared his throat twice: "In any case, pursuing physical similarity is simple!

But to pursue spiritual similarity, or to make these Crystal Shoes connect with the Crystal Shoes in Cinderella’s story, it’s quite challenging.

If we had enough time, we could have used this Holy Presence Ceremony to hype it.

As long as public perception is anchored, everything falls into place.

But now, time is too short.

The day after tomorrow is the eve before Holy Presence Day!

My idea is to awaken Joanna before Holy Presence Day.

That way, on Holy Presence Day, our focus can be on protecting Afra.

Otherwise, being distracted can give the opponent a chance.

After all, our intelligence is still weaker compared to that group at the Tower of Truth.

We can’t underestimate them."

Emily sighed and shook her head: "Alright, let us forget about that unpleasantness just now.

Can you tell us, how do you plan to achieve spiritual similarity?

How will you anchor the public’s perception of the crystal shoes you crafted in such a short time?"

Lette raised a finger: "Find a professional."

Lilith was taken aback, immediately jumping up: "No way! Absolutely not!"

Emily’s curiosity instantly peaked: "What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Who is the professional?"

"He! He’s thinking of negotiating with the Demon!"

Seeing Lilith’s frantic state, Emily was even more puzzled: "Negotiate with the Demon, then negotiate with the Demon. He has such deep ties with the Demon Realm.

He’s already dealt with several Demon Gods, what’s the difference with a Demon?

Lilith, are you overreacting?"

Lette waved his hand: "It’s not her fault; Demons and Demons notoriously don’t get along.

There’s a blood feud between them, they can’t stand each other."

Lilith gritted her teeth in anger: "Hmph! Do they deserve to be our opponents? Those damn insects! Hypocrites! Pests! Scum! Disgusting things!"

Emily was startled, quietly scooted closer to Lette.

"This is the first time I’ve seen Lilith so furious."

Lette chuckled: "Indeed, because she was tricked by the Demon at the time and was sealed in the Abyss of Nightmare."

"I thought Lilith was a special debt collector sent from Hell."

"A special debt collector, but not from Hell."

Lette spread his hands: "When I rescued her initially, I planned to send her back. But for some reason, she couldn’t return and had to stay with me.

But I don’t take in servants, so I let her hang a post in the Debt Collection Committee. That way, it makes sense both ways, and everyone turns a blind eye."

"Hey!"

Lilith flew to Lette’s head, stepping on his head bare-footed.

"You’re not allowed to seek help from the Demon. If needed, I’ll ask my acquaintances in the Demon Realm to help you!"

"Specialization has its strengths, and the Demon is more adept at this task."

Now even Flander’s curiosity was piqued: "Is there a difference between the two?"

"The difference between banditry and a master thief."

"Bah! What kind of master thief are they? Just a bunch of small-time clowns who thrive on intrigue, and love schemes and deceit, playing with words!"

Lette pulled her down: "Alright, alright, I want them to work for me.

We are the client! We are their great patron!

The opportunity to bully them at will is not often given!

Are you sure you don’t want to try it out?"

"Hm... With you there, there’s no worry about them playing tricks. That’s good too!"

Seeing Lilith no longer opposing, Lette drew a long blade of grass from beside him, deftly folding it into a cricket.

As Lette tossed the cricket into the grass, the tiny creature came to life, hopping and disappearing from the group’s sight.

Not long after, a man dressed in a tailcoat, wearing a top hat, sporting a curled mustache and a gold-rimmed monocle, emerged slowly from the dream fog in the distance.

He moved leisurely, every action meticulous, like a quintessential noble gentleman.

But his dull-yellow eyes betrayed his demonic identity.

Lette’s farmhouse had a picket fence, and the door was a wooden gate. Even so, the Demon walked up to the gate, gently knocking on the wooden door.

"May I ask if the great Ke Du is here? Bolovirsis, responding to your summons."

"You’ve seen me, can’t you just open the door and come in?"

"Sir, etiquette is necessary."

"I know a group of those with petty manners but no substance, utterly shameless.

Either you enter now, or I’ll come over."

This Demon named Bolovirsis panicked at once; disregarding elegance or etiquette, he directly pushed open the wooden gate, quickly reached Lette, and bowed deeply.

"To see the great Ke Du again is Bolovirsis’s immense honor!

Your verbal battle with twelve high-ranking Demons back in the day remains exhilarating to recall!"

Lette laughed uncomfortably: "Let’s not revisit past matters, I was merely having an academic exchange with them. Although the atmosphere was intense, the intentions were good.

Let us not dwell on what happened, everything should look forward.

I need you to help me secure the imagery anchor point for the Magic Crystal Shoes, can you do that?"

Bolovirsis was momentarily puzzled: "The imagery anchor point for the Magic Crystal Shoes, you mean the Magic Crystal Shoes from the fairy tale recognized by the populace in your Mortal World?"

"Yes," Lette confirmed.

"It’s possible. Just a bit tricky!"

"Is one day enough?"

"Time isn’t an issue, as long as..."

The Demon rubbed his fingers together, and Lette smiled slightly. He opened his palm, a considerable amount of spiritual power converged into a gold coin.

The Demon just reached out to take it, but his wrist was caught by Lette.

"Don’t rush, look... other Demons have arrived."