Hearthstone Tavern.
Josiah sat on a chair in the study and stretched, patting his sore shoulders.
"Miss Hiri, I suggest you change your clothes." Josiah looked at Hiri who was standing in the room.
The Spellcaster lady took off her Magician robe and coat as soon as she entered the study, showing off her beautiful figure.
"Ino is using the bathroom now... It rained all day today, and it's only a Magician robe."
Hiri combed her wet long hair. At that moment, Hiri suddenly noticed a crow perched by the window, staring at the scenery in the study with its head tilted.
"She can't take pictures in her crow form, right?" Hiri asked, pointing at the crow.
The crow flapped its wings and landed within the study. A faint black light enveloped the crow's body, and when the light dissipated, a Dark Elf stood by the window.
"Of course I can't use a camera without my hands."
The Dark Elf raised her hands to show Hiri that she was innocent. Also, with the Spellcaster lady's average figure, even if she took some pictures, no one would be willing to buy them.
"Do I... need to leave?"
When Hiri was alone with Josiah, she was already familiar enough with Josiah to joke around.
But the appearance of the Dark Elf meant that she had some information to tell Josiah...
"There's no need. It's not important information."
Josiah picked up a record book from the table. It recorded all the contestants who had passed the audition. The last one was the contestant named Holmes.
"Your Highness Josh, I've investigated Holmes' background. He was born in a poor human family on Squirrel Street. He joined Black Pigeon when he grew up, but his position in Black Pigeon was at the bottom of the hierarchy. He was just a dispensable peripheral member."
A raw crystal appeared in the Dark Elf's hand. After she infused it with Mana, a few pictures appeared in front of Josiah.
"The underground prison he mentioned is a … special ritual held in the underground of Squirrel Street. Most of the participants are Orcs and Goblins, but he has won a few times in the underground prison ritual."
Josiah took the crystal from the Dark Elf's hand and skimmed through the pictures recorded inside. He quickly saw a baby wrapped in tattered swaddling clothes.
"What's wrong with this baby?"
"A baby girl adopted by Holme. According to rumors from other people in Squirrel Street, she was thrown onto the street by a demon girl," said the Dark Elf.
"Demon race?"
Josiah stared at the photo for a while and found that there was indeed a small bump on the baby girl's forehead. It might grow horns in the future.
"A horn on his forehead? A Horned Demon? "Josiah searched the Third Prince's memory and found that this baby girl was far from a Horned Demon.
A Horned Demon was a monster with a goat's head and a lion's body. In the Demon Realm, there were only two races that looked similar to humans. One of them was the Succubus, and the other...
"Could this baby girl be a Chaos Demon?" Josiah thought of a terrifying possibility.
"Chaos Demon? Your Highness Josiah, do you need me to bring her back to the Demon Realm? "asked the Dark Elf.
The Chaos Demon race treasured their own people very much. A Chaos Demon wandering in the human world was enough for Second Princess Cecily to send an entire team of monitors to bring back to the Demon Realm.
"There's no need for that for now. Just send someone to protect their safety. Besides, Squirrel Street is our territory now."
Josiah took out two already written letters from the desk and returned the raw crystal along with the two letters to the Dark Elf.
"This is your second task. The World Chanter Competition will officially begin the day after tomorrow. There will be contestants, and of course, there will be an audience. There are two tickets in this letter. Please pass them to two 'friends' who have come from afar."
The Dark Elf took the letter without saying a word and glanced at the address written on the letter.
The address was clearly written as Noland's Church of Holy Light.
"Your Highness Josiah wants to invite the two Legion Commanders from the Kingdom of Saint?" The Dark Elf glanced at the signature on the letter and couldn't help but ask.
"No, I only intend to invite one Legion Commander, and … a Bishop." Josiah turned the list of contestants to the page with Lia's name, "They sent me a master-level opera singer to participate in the competition. Of course, I have to do something as well. These two tickets are just a small token of my appreciation."
"I thought Your Highness Josiah would give me the mission to assassinate them." The Dark Elf kept the two letters. She had been monitoring the people from the Kingdom of Saint for a long time.
Her hatred towards the Court of Heresy had spread to the entire Kingdom of Saint. If it wasn't for Josiah's plan, the Dark Elf might have acted first and killed all the emissaries of the Kingdom of Saint.
"Thank you for controlling your hatred, Miss Qianmian. Besides, I don't think killing one or two Clerics can destroy the whole country." Josiah said.
"Destroy …"
The Dark Elf whispered this word softly and turned into a crow and flew into the night of Noland.
… …
The Dark Elf landed outside the small church of Noland in the form of a crow. Just as she was about to turn back into her human form and place the two letters where the Legion Commander and the Bishop could see them, an argument could be heard from inside the church.
"Lady Lia must return to the holy city as soon as possible … This is an order from the Holy Light Council!"
"Council? Why should I listen to the orders of those little fellows? "
The Dark Elf flapped her wings and landed beside a window without a sound. She stared at the scenery inside the church.
The girl called Lia was confronting a Legion Commander of the Holy Army. The Legion Commander was holding a contract that was emitting the aura of Holy Light.
"Your departure this time is already the most lenient the Pope can give you. But after you came to Noland, you chose to participate in the ceremony held by the demons …"
The Dark Elf stood outside the window and listened to their argument quietly. From the words of the Legion Commander, the nun named Lia had already committed a crime that was enough to be sent to trial.
"What if I refuse?"
"Forgive my rudeness, Lady Lia. I can only forcefully bring you back to the holy city."
The relationship between the white-haired Legion Commander and Sister Lia wasn't that of a guard and master. Instead, it was more like a prison guard who was watching over a prisoner and didn't wish for the prisoner to escape.
At least that was how the Dark Elf saw it.
The nun sensed the threat in the Legion Commander's tone and her expression darkened.
"Kroger, it seems that your loyalty to the Pope has made you forget who gave you your current position." The nun said softly.
"I … am only loyal to the Kingdom of the Holy Church. You are already threatened by the demons of Chaos in Noland. Losing Lady Lia will be a disaster for the entire country."
Before the old general could finish his words, a strange figure suddenly emerged from the shadows behind him.
Vulture … was also one of the Legion Commanders of the Holy Army.
Vulture who emerged from the shadows purposely suppressed his presence, but the Legion Commander still noticed that someone had appeared behind him.
"Vulture! What do you want! "
"Don't worry, old man."
Vulture dashed forward the moment he was discovered. He clenched his left hand into a fist and struck the Legion Commander's abdomen with the sound of air being torn apart.
The Legion Commander had been half-kneeling on the ground since the beginning, but he quickly reacted and blocked Vulture's attack with his hand.
The price he had to pay for that was a large number of cracks appearing on the ground beneath his feet.
Vulture's other hand suddenly waved, and a large amount of pure white powder surged toward the Legion Commander. It was too late for him to hold his breath.
After inhaling a large amount of the powder, he began to feel sleepy. When he tried to activate the power of the holy light in his body to dispel the sleepiness, he realized that his mana had been sealed.
"I just want you to have a good night's sleep." Vulture's voice rushed into his ears when he was about to fall asleep, but he relied on his strong willpower to prop his body up and looked at the expressionless Saintess Heroria standing next to him.
"Your Highness …"
"Have a good night's sleep, Kroger … You'll be able to return to the holy city when you wake up, and I'll be going back with you," Heroria said.
He wanted to say something else, but the words were stuck in his throat. He fell to the ground and fainted.
Saintess Heroria's hand flashed, and the sealed holy mana in the church began to flow once more.
Vulture moved his wrist and felt the mana in his body awakening. He heaved a sigh of relief.
"Lady Lia, how should I explain this to Bishop Dalke and your guardian knight, Messiah?"
"Messiah … She already knows. Dalke can just find a random reason and throw Kroger into the ruins of the teleportation portal."
After giving those orders, Heroria looked at one of the windows of the church.
"Also, send my regards to the guest outside the window. She witnessed everything."
"Guest?!"
Vulture was startled by Heroria's reminder. He did not sense anyone outside the window.
But he had to believe the Saintess's orders. Golden runes flowed out of Vulture's hand. The runes transformed into a bow and arrow made of light. The arrow was released and shattered the window, disappearing into the night of Noland.
"She escaped." The light in Vulture's hand disappeared as he prepared to chase after the eavesdropper.
"Stop. She's a guest. If she wants to leave, there's no need for us to stop her."
Heroria looked at a few black feathers that fell from the broken window. Among the feathers were two letters.
She waved her hand, and the letters flew into her hand.
"An invitation from the audience? Perhaps … that demon is friendlier than I thought. Or perhaps … cunning? "
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