This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 192 - 183: The True Sacrifice

Chapter 192: Chapter 183: The True Sacrifice

"Is it that you don’t know, or that you’re pretending not to know?"

Lette’s tone was lazy, but it was mixed with a chill like ice: "To track the traces of the serial killer, I once went to the police station to look through the files.

Later, I noticed that the relevant information of those innocent victims had been altered by an inside man.

To this day, I haven’t found that damned mole.

It seems now, it should be the handiwork of the City Lord.

Interestingly, in the course of searching for some clues, I once roughly browsed through Harbor City’s criminal records.

The Police Chief is a conscientious person, even the criminal records from a long time ago are very detailed and confirmed.

At that time, I had a doubt—I found that Harbor City’s crime records suddenly increased at a certain stage.

Calculating the time, it was exactly the beginning of Harbor City’s vigorous development and prosperity.

At the time, I thought the city’s rapid expansion and quick accumulation of wealth had spawned more crime.

Thinking about it now...

Those mages from the Sea Clan you mentioned appeared around that time, right?

They called themselves workshop magicians and, after completing the Sea Clan’s tasks, accepted your employment, chose to stay, and established an alchemy workshop under the City Lord Mansion.

It appears things were quite the opposite.

It’s not the prosperity that bred evil, but that evil disguised itself as prosperity."

Speaking of this, Lette looked at the City Lord with a grin: "I understand why you speak for the workshop magicians.

After all, they can make the city seem more affluent and prosperous.

As for those homeless people who vanished into thin air, beggars who caught strange illnesses, and the occasional child disappearances...

They’re just abnormalities, urban legends at most.

Aren’t they, City Lord?"

Faced with Lette’s questioning, the City Lord clattered into his seat, silence surrounding him.

"A lie is the sugar coating outside of poison. This sentence was said by a demon, but those who truly enact it are not necessarily only demons.

Mr. City Lord, do you know why the village guardians in the fishing village insist on passing the truth down through generations?

Because lies are lies, they can never become truth.

The liar only keeps the lie ongoing by knowing it is false.

One cannot deceive oneself.

Otherwise, the cost is one you cannot bear."

As he spoke, Lette had already stood up, reaching out to point at the City Lord’s forehead.

"Wait, Your Highness, I..."

"No need for that. The rest I want to know, I will read from your soul. As for your life, I will just take it.

Don’t worry, all the participants, perpetrators, and beneficiaries.

I will find each one, bring them to meet you.

So, goodbye, once the hero of the city, now the sinner of the city."

With the surge of energy, the City Lord’s life flame extinguished. A painless death, Lette’s final mercy to him.

Simultaneously, Lette obtained answers from his mind.

Those so-called workshop magicians, as he had inferred, settled here after successfully deceiving the fishing port.

They apparently went purposely to the small fishing village.

Lette surmised that the village’s destruction was a catalyst weakening the seal on The Liar Demon, and laid the groundwork for part of its consciousness to escape later on.

Otherwise, during the Holy City crisis when the Holy Light Goddess lost connection with the Mortal World, it was less than a prayer time’s worth of time.

If the seal had been intact, The Liar Demon wouldn’t have found a loophole at all.

Truly unexpected, the Tower of Truth started scheming so early.

But the Sea Clan Imperial Family member involved, there was no record of it in the City Lord’s memory.

It was either deliberately erased.

Or he was just a pawn, with no knowledge of these affairs.

Other mysteries, why the Little Mermaid Princess was captured and imprisoned, what those destroyed underground workshops were researching, why the Sea Witch’s magic power was in disarray?

Still, no answers were found.

Looking at the corpse on the City Lord’s throne, Lette turned around and patted the dazed Unica.

"Let’s go."

"What about him..."

"Wait until the new City Lord takes office, they will handle these matters."

"New...new City Lord?"

Lette chuckled: "What do you think of your old boss, the Police Chief?"

"Chief Wendager?"

Unica’s eyes widened: "He...he is indeed a capable person. But, will the other nobles agree?"

"What if there’s a dismissal and appointment letter personally issued by the Pope of the Holy City?"

"Ah? This!"

Unica was stunned at once. According to the law, church authority is greater than imperial power. But for the sake of the royal families of the Holy Country and the tacit understanding between the state and the church.

The church rarely directly intervenes in the internal affairs of Holy Countries; it’s an unspoken rule.

But unspoken rules are still unspoken; the fact is if His Holiness the Pope really ordered Chief Wendager to be promoted to mayor, the First Empire’s royal family would have to accept it with gritted teeth.

"But, we’re so far from the Church Court’s Holy City, how can we get the Pope’s appointment letter?

It would take a good half month at least back and forth, wouldn’t it?

Besides..."

Unica had not finished speaking, when she saw Lette pull out a stack of blank appointment letters covered with the Pope’s seal from his pocket.

He flipped through, picked out a slightly damaged one, and handed it to Unica.

"You write something casually, then go and find the Chief to bring the good news. Oh, by the way. Have him come to me before he formally takes office.

I have some things to tell him."

Unica stared at the blank appointment letter in her hand, then watched as Lette rolled a stack of paper into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

She was in a mess, caught in a whirling storm.

She had many questions to ask, but finally took a deep breath, dismissed the idea, and hurried to catch up.

The two had just reached the castle gate when shouts came from behind.

"It’s bad, the Army Commander, he...he committed suicide!"

Unica turned towards the sound, then looked at Lette.

"This...wasn’t you, was it?"

"No, but I didn’t plan to let him go either. He cannot escape responsibility for many city affairs.

He was one of those who entered the fishing village back then.

Perhaps, they had already suspected something when the thick fog hit.

Both the City Lord and the Army Commander were prepared for death."

Lette continued walking out of the City Lord Mansion as he spoke.

"To destroy the things one cherishes the most with one’s own hands, the self-reproach and self-hate like waves will pound their souls over and over until they can’t bear it anymore."

Unica looked back at the massive castle, filled with mixed emotions. By the time she came back to her senses, Lette had already walked a distance ahead.

She hurried to catch up, closely following him.

The two stopped on Lusen Avenue, the boundary between the Upper City and Lower City, where Unica bid farewell to Lette with the blank appointment letter in hand, and then ran towards the Harbor Police Station.

Lette, on the other hand, took the road downhill back to his grocery shop.

Since all the items in the shop had been sold out, it remained closed today.

But clearly, everyone in the city was too preoccupied to notice this little grocery store, because after last night’s turmoil, the fog enveloping Harbor City had finally lifted today!

The heavy stone weighing down people’s hearts had also dissipated!

The whole city turned into a sea of joy. Whether in the Upper City or Lower City, residents rejoiced as though in a festive celebration.

Just as Lette returned to the backyard of his shop, Lilith hurried over.

"You’re back!"

"Hmm, how’s the digestion of that negative energy?"

"Hmph! It was a piece of cake. This grand supplement will speed up my devouring of the Power of Profanation."

Lilith waved her hand: "Oh, let’s not talk about that. The greeter in the Demon Realm seems to be looking for you.

It seems that what you ordered them to do has come to fruition."

"Oh? That’s good timing."

Lette headed to his room, while not forgetting to instruct Lilith.

"If anyone comes looking for me, have them wait in the shop."

"Eh! You really make me do these trivial things!?"

Lilith was not happy, but now, given Alice was busy repairing and reconstructing Fairy Town, and Emily was sleeping soundly to recover her depleted spirit and strength.

With Unica still out and the Little Mermaid not suited for public appearance.

Lilith had no choice but to grudgingly sit in the shop and wait.

Upon returning to his room, Lette immediately activated the Array connecting to the Demon Realm.

Soon, the greeter’s leader, Baderosa, kneeled before him in a sliding pose.

"Oh! My great Lord Demon! Your most devout subordinate sings praises of your descent!"

"Ah ah..."

Lette glanced at Baderosa: "Hey, it’s only been a few days, and your strength has improved!"

"All thanks to the blessing of the Demon Lord!"

Baderosa bowed repeatedly, his eyes filled with reverence and gratitude.

"The divinity you bestowed included parts I urgently needed. Not only I, but all members of the greeter organization have significantly improved under your grace!

Our influence in the Demon World Thirteen Prisons has become more solidified!

Additionally, we used the remaining Divine Fragments to greatly expand our territory, enhance our influence, and strengthen the organization!

Now, the greeters have reached the highest level within the Demon Realm!

We will continue to follow your teachings! Keep playing a proactive role!

Strive to act as if Lord Demon is both present and absent!

Great Lord Demon!

On the day of your arrival, you will find that!

Your devout servants have cleared all obstacles for you!

Your loyal Demon Realm is ready for your reign!"

Lette stood there, filled with mixed emotions, suddenly unsure of what to say.

He simply wanted this group to manage on their own without constantly coming to him for instructions.

After all, this greeter organization, much like the victim alliance, wasn’t something he founded.

They were autonomous organizations.

He really didn’t want to expend too much energy on this.

If he started leading one, other forces might also form organizations to seek his leadership.

It might wear him out.

"Cough, cough, let’s not talk about other things for now. Have you found the sacrificial offerings of [Truth] that I asked you to locate?"

"Of course, my great Lord Demon! Look! Here are two excellent sacrificial offerings we found for you."

Baderosa presented two items with outstretched hands.

"The Monument of Evil from Zhatarco and the Magnifying Glass of Phenomenon."

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