Liya narrowed her eyes, carefully sizing up the infuriated noble.
Her gaze specifically lingered on the exquisite Silver Magic Gun hanging from his waist and the Balance Emblem pinned to his lapel.
Regarding the Four Great Orthodox Churches of the Empire, there was a widely circulated proverb in the Demon Realm.
“The God of Justice is not just, the Goddess of Light is not bright, and only us demons—hey!—are truly both devilish and demonic!”
The source of power for the believers of the God of Justice was “Law,” or rather, “Order.”
Generally speaking, the more orderly a local area was, the more Divine Power a Saint could call upon.
However, laws were static, while people were dynamic.
Those familiar with the Law and in possession of power were actually more capable of trampling upon it than ordinary people.
They could even do so silently, without stirring a single ripple.
“Who? Who is that audacious member of the demonkind? Point them out immediately! Otherwise, I will execute you for Demon Collusion!”
The high noble was livid.
His fatty finger nearly poked the girl’s nose, and spit flew everywhere.
He did not believe a demon could truly sneak into Duke Zyra’s territory; he simply felt this brat was intentionally shielding the bastard who had dared to sneak-attack him.
The girl turned pale with fear, tears welling in her eyes, yet she continued to shake her head desperately.
Her gaze subconsciously sought out Joen’s direction, briefly meeting that cold helmet before flinching away as if she had been burned.
Joen’s body tensed instantly, his fist tightening inside his gauntlet.
He was about to step forward and take full responsibility for his actions.
However, before Joen could move his leg, Liya, who was beside him, moved first.
She was a blur of elegant, cool deep blue, like a midnight butterfly fluttering into the center of the hall.
Liya lightly lifted her skirt, using impeccable noble etiquette to quietly shield the terrified harp girl behind her.
She raised her face, which was lightly dusted with powder yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
There was little warmth in her demon-red eyes, and she merely gave the high noble a playful, cunning glance.
“Mister, if I heard correctly, you’re saying a member of the… demonkind has sneaked into this castle?”
Catching sight of Liya’s beautiful face and her gown made of top-tier materials and tailoring, the high noble’s rage suddenly cooled slightly.
His tone softened, returning to a kind and decent gentlemanly manner.
“Beautiful Miss, please forgive my rudeness just now. It is simply that this matter is too infuriating. She is practically insulting the intelligence of everyone here!”
“Seven or eight meters tall?”
The high noble pointed toward the hallway, his expression becoming agitated again.
“With such a massive body, wouldn’t they collapse the corridor? Besides, this is Duke Zyra’s territory. How could a demon suddenly appear?”
“But, what if? What if a demon really did sneak in?”
Liya continued to press, her tone innocent and naive.
The high noble suddenly felt a bit helpless.
“No… Miss, you don’t understand. It is absolutely impossible for a demon to appear here. She is lying. She is shielding that despicable attacker. There is no demon at all.”
“But surely such a thing isn’t entirely impossible?”
Liya’s voice was laced with innocence and a hint of nervousness, making her look exactly like a naive young girl truly worried about a demon invasion.
“Rest assured, Miss. If there really is a demon, I will certainly protect a beautiful and pure girl like you.”
The high noble’s tone was dismissive.
He only wanted to end this boring conversation quickly so he could continue searching for the person who had ambushed him.
He was determined to make that person pay the price.
“Really? Then you’re amazing. Thank you.”
Liya’s smile was as bright as a flower.
Then, as if her footing were unstable, the wine glass in her hand “accidentally” slipped, shattering into pieces on the floor.
Seeing this, Joen silently walked out to the empty balcony.
He took a deep breath and blew the Conch Horn used to command the Naga to attack.
*Woo—woooo—*
The low sound of the horn echoed around the castle, as if it were seeping into every stone brick.
However, since this was a common sound of the sea, few people on land paid it any mind.
The guests in the banquet hall simply assumed it was the hourly chime of a clock.
Only a few people looked toward the window in confusion.
“May I ask this Miss, can I continue questioning her now?”
The high noble’s tone was growing impatient.
Liya smiled brilliantly.
“By all means. But you are a Saint of the God of Justice. You must remember the teachings of the God of Justice and avoid using violent torture to extract a confession.”
“Fine…”
Pressed by her words and watched by so many people, the high noble was forced to suppress the violent urge surging in his heart.
He turned back to the girl.
“You said there’s a demon? Then tell me, what does this demon look like?”
The girl timidly glanced at Liya, then looked toward the balcony.
Steeling her resolve, she simply closed her eyes and began to make things up.
“That demon… is seven or eight meters tall, has scales as hard as Dragon Scales, and even has a giant snake tail!”
“Nonsense!”
The high noble roared.
“Do you take us for fools? Where would such a thing be in the castle!”
“I’m not lying! It’s really there!” the girl argued, holding her ground.
The high noble wanted to press further, but at that moment, a heavy stone trident smashed through the stained-glass window with a deafening *crash*.
It flew inward with unstoppable force and embedded itself deep into the center of the Goddess relief on the wall.
Silence fell over the banquet hall.
Faint screams echoed from outside the balcony.
The nobles immediately crowded toward the windows in a panic, only to see a group of massive sirens with snake-like lower bodies—sea demons—approaching the castle.
Though they weren’t moving fast, their bulging, muscular frames made their presence feel incredibly oppressive.
“Wow—”
Liya cried out with mock surprise and fear.
“There really is a demon! Master Saint, your enemy has been found! Quickly, go get them!”
The high noble stood squeezed against the window, staring fixedly at the group of demons.
His face gradually turned the color of a pig’s liver.
Exterminating demons was the duty of the Holy Army.
As a Saint of the God of Justice, he spent the vast majority of his time judging humans and very rarely fought demons head-on.
Furthermore… people were currently in a state of panic, and this wasn’t the home field of the Church of Justice.
It was not a suitable environment to utilize the power of the God of Justice.
He almost instantly lost his nerve.
However, a stray kick from somewhere suddenly sent him tumbling out the window.
“Wow, as expected of a Saint! So heroic!”
Liya marveled, providing a loud commentary.
“Though his fighting posture looks a bit pathetic. Eh? Why is he running? He’s running so fast! He doesn’t look like a fat man at all!”
Only Liya’s voice could be heard among the crowd.
The rest of the guests watched as a dignified Saint was chased by a group of sirens, his legs moving like frantic wheels as he fled in terror.
They were instantly silenced, and a subtle sense of panic began to spread among them.
Liya sensed the change in the atmosphere.
She wasn’t surprised by it.
Nobles possessed the Empire’s highest quality magical resources and enjoyed the best magical education.
Their War Class levels were often quite high.
But when it came to “experience in life-and-death combat” and “courage to challenge powerful enemies,” not many nobles possessed those two qualities—especially the younger generation.
After all, their ancestors had risked their lives precisely so their descendants would no longer have to live by the blade.
“It’s okay! Everyone, don’t panic!”
Liya giggled as she dragged Joen in from the balcony.
“I would like to grandly recommend my Knight Commander’s security services to all of you! Just look at his armor! You can tell how tough his strength is against the demonkind!”
“However… our Knight Commander isn’t short on money, so we won’t accept cash. We only accept magic materials, alchemy recipes, and all kinds of important intelligence~”
Liya’s internal abacus was clicking away.
‘First, I’ll harvest a wave as a bodyguard, then I’ll harvest another as a bandit. As expected of this Demon King, I’m simply too good at making money!’
‘This money rightfully belongs to this Demon King!’
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