hink that Lynch has a demon hiding behind him who helps him make magic items!"So you want me to be your agent, right"Hubleyan asked.Although she believed that Ranch couldn't possibly be like her fathe...Chapter 196: Lanchi Attended Just One Public Lecture.

Whenever the wind blows, the wooden window frame creaks and groans. The fabric hanging on the small window trembles slightly, and occasionally a few drops of rain trickle through the gaps in the cloth.

In the dim center of this room, the renowned love poet was using her playful voice to recount tales to Phoenix.

"Phoenix, your sister Phyllis is at the school infirmary right now."

"……"

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The nearby demon tribe, just by existing, instilled in Phoenix an immeasurable fear. She seemed to be able to manipulate his emotions, amplifying his fear infinitely.

Phoenix naturally knew what the great poet of love was talking about.

It must have been Phyllis who accidentally saw the screen with Lance battling against Adams and mistook him for the headmaster of Hell's Corridor Academy, fainting from fright.

In fact, their chance encounter with Lance's team on the very first day of school at Hekate Academy was no coincidence. He had just received word that he could intercept a hunting target and decided to join the match accordingly.

After returning, in order to ensure the safety of his identity and mission, he would remain in a hypnotic state until receiving the awakening command, completely forgetting everything related to himself and the Resurrection Church.

There's no chance I can tell my sister the information the church got.

Do whatever you want with her.

Phoenix stated flatly, coldly as if he didn't care about her life or death.

"Humph."

The great poet sat down at Lance's table and beckoned him over.

Without needing words, Ranchi understood what she meant. From the spiritual space, he took out a semi-transparent card shimmering with different lights for her to choose.

But he didn't know which magic card the great love poet wanted.

The great poet pondered for a moment, then drew out a card labeled "Transformation: Demon" and used it on Lanchi.

Lance reverted back to the image of his glorious demon when he was at Purgatory Corridor Academy.

The great poet tapped the table before Huberlian's face again, signaling her to drop her disguise and return to her true form as a half-demon.

At this moment, the warehouse seemed to have transformed into a demonic territory in an instant.

"Who's the summoner and who's the summoned between us two"

Rance collected the magic cards in silence.

He even felt that the great love poet was the true perfect being, as long as he, as the host, didn't die, the great love poet would also be immortal. Even if she was defeated, as long as the summoning cooldown time passed, she could be summoned again.

"Heh, if I were a card maker, with your soul materials in hand, I'd definitely make you into some kind of poet, my lucky charm."

The great love poet turned back and hummed smugly.

Her card-making talent is far superior to Lance's, but unfortunately she's limited to the first rank and can only serve as his assistant.

Then the great poet turned his attention to Phoenix.

"Phoenix, imagine this scenario: later, I bring Lance to the hospital to visit your sister. She's just woken up from a nightmare that scared her into a coma and is feeling a little reassured, thinking she's back in reality...and then, on this stormy, gloomy day with thunder booming, she sees me, a living demon, walking freely into her ward – a place known for its safety, like the esteemed Icteria Academy. And then, right after me, walks in Principal Malphas, the Shining Demon...what do you think her reaction would be"

The great poet smiled with delight, painting a scene for Phoenix.

"Won't she break Definitely will, right"

The great poet's eager expression seemed to anticipate the experience with uncontainable excitement.

She watched Phoenix's expression growing increasingly out of control, his face turning purple with veins throbbing. Finally, the great poet pointed at him and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Aren't you totally indifferent to your sister Didn't you say— 'Do whatever you want with her' Why are you looking so uneasy now"

The great love poet deliberately imitated Phoenix's previous tone and mocked him.

After emotions were amplified, Phoenix's intentions were too transparent.

He was merely pretending not to care about his sister.

A master poet can easily find the cracks in a prisoner's psychological defenses if there is even the slightest sign.

"No! You can't hurt my sister, she's not a member of the Resurrection Cult, none of this has anything to do with her!"

Phoenix roared in near collapse.

This group of demons may not harm his sister a single hair, but they could utterly destroy her from the inside out!

"I guess you're thinking now that we, as upright individuals, couldn't possibly do something like threaten your family...and that if we confirmed your sister's innocence, we wouldn't touch her in any way..."

The great poet, with a shrug and a knowing eyebrow raise, spoke slowly to Phoenix.

But look carefully now, are we human

The great poet beamed with joy and made space for someone.

Behind her, as she displayed, sat two devils.

Their expressions were indifferent, aloof and unconcerned. This wickedness and coldness could only belong to demons.

"......!"

For a moment, Phoenix had a terrifying thought—

Here it seems no longer to be the royal capital of Heton, Ekrete.

...but it is the stronghold of the Demon Clan.

Even Phoenix began to wonder if this nation had been infiltrated and corrupted by demons...

"Okay, or how about we have the student council organize a campus event The theme would be everyone dressing up as demons and having a wild party. When your sister wakes up and leaves the hospital, she'll find that the entire academy is full of demons, everyone going crazy! Just imagine the sight! A real demon game. First, make her run away. When she thinks she's escaping the nightmare, then have Principal Lance, the Radiant Demon, appear..."

The great poet is still diligently, like a director, depicting beautiful scenes for Phoenix non-stop.

Over time.

"No, please don't say any more."

Under the words of the great poet, Phoenix's defenses finally crumbled. He trembled, tears streaming down his face.

"I'll agree to anything you say... just please don't hurt Phyllis..."

"……"

Not far from the table.

Hubert stared silently at Lance.

Lanche is still sipping his tea, attentively listening to the interrogation of the Great Love Poet. His face is full of the relief and joy of seeing a prodigal son return.

Like a school leader sitting at the back of the classroom listening to a public lecture on ethics by a morality teacher.

"We saved another lost youth, and our merits are overflowing once again."

Lanchi noticed Huberlian's gaze and turned her head to look at her, smiling.

"...."

Hughbert can't hear this.

She didn't want to spend another second with these two chosen demon clans in the room, she just wanted to find Tata and get healed as soon as possible.

If Lynch is a fake human, then his great love poet is a true one.

Even the great poet wouldn't even bother to act.

But there are differences between the great love poets and Lynch, at least the great love poets know their own bad taste and have a clear self-awareness about being unclassifiable.

Lanche didn't think he had a problem at all.

Hubberley could no longer tell who in the room were the good guys and who were the cultists.

She dared not imagine what Lorenzo would think when he saw Phoenix, washed and reborn, in his hands tomorrow. How would he perceive them And how could he possibly guess the cruel way they had transformed this elite disciple

(The End)

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