This Holy Knight is So Despicable! Chapter 5 Evil Fairy Tale

"Since you knew earlier that there was sothing wrong with the teacher, why didn't you say it sooner?"

Lette dug his ear, squinting: "Because it's a hassle."

"Proving he's a murderer is troubleso?"

"It's the process that's troubleso."

At this point, a trace of impatience flashed in Lette's eyes.

"Proving he's a murderer, exposing his cri in front of everyone, and pinning him down with flawless logic and evidence.

Then, listening to his journey from a normal person to a criminal.

Finally, delivering a moving closing argunt, handing him over to the Holy Sect Court or the Imperial Guard.

On a fine, sunny day, executing him publicly to set things straight!

To you, all this seems natural.

But to , it's just a small episode on the journey, not worth the huge cost of ti and effort."

Emily was a bit unconvinced: "So your way is the right way?"

"Exorcism, to give the people an answer. Holy Water, to help them regain the courage to live.

After I fade from everyone's view, I'll quietly co back to deal with the murderer when they lower their guard, making it look like an accident.

Compared to a process that drags on for months, it's simple, fast, and hassle-free."

Emily was sowhat dissatisfied with his confident tone: "What's with the arrogance, the teacher is just a suspect now, not yet convicted!"

"Aren't you still going through the process?"

"And can you guarantee you're right?"

"Before going all out, I'll have Lilith read their mory to ensure there's no mistake. Oh, Lilith is that little succubus with ."

Emily disdainfully took several steps back: "As a Holy Knight, you're mingling with Demons! You..."

Lette laughed dismissively: "Have you heard of the Fallen Angel? If the Demon God can make Angels fall, why can't the Holy Light Goddess reform Demons?

Or do you think the Holy Light Goddess is inferior to the Demon God, a good-for-nothing! A lowly God who only knows how to talk?"

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't say such things!"

Emily was so frightened her complexion changed, continuously praying to the Holy Light Goddess for forgiveness.

Moreover, she was certain that this man's words just now were laced with strong personal grievances.

After praying, Emily glared fiercely at Lette: "Hmph! I've heard that succubi are all curvaceous and stunning, the most desirable form for n.

The succubus with you, skinny and small like a little girl... Wow, don't tell you have so kind of special fetish?"

Lette jumped up instantly, stomping on Emily's restless shadow, waving his hands anxiously.

"Hey, hey, hey! You can talk nonsense, but don't say things carelessly! You can insult my character, but don't question my preferences!

Of course, I like big-breasted, long-legged, slender-waisted beauties with good faces!"

Emily squinted her eyes, clearly unconvinced.

"Doubting your devotion to the Holy Light, you remain indifferent. Yet on this issue, you're so stubborn? To be honest, I don't understand you."

"Nonsense! Insulting a boss at most gets you unemployed, but a social death ans losing human qualifications!"

Emily gazed at the light falling from the skylight, silent for a long ti before speaking again.

"...The teacher hasn't returned yet; did he already run away?"

Lette laughed loudly upon hearing this: "Your teacher will definitely co back, the mages from the Tower of Truth are mostly obsessed madn.

Moreover, he has been planning this for ten years and consud a precious Holy Shackles Scroll. Even if it's just to recoup his losses, he can't just slip away with his tail between his legs.

I suspect he'll act tonight."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because the disciplinary Black Knight from the Judgent Court is coming."

Lette closed the book in his hand: "Since you know my identity, you must have sent soone to the Holy Grant National Cathedral to verify it, right?

Then the Judgent Court has likely received the news simultaneously.

Now, batches of disciplinary Black Knights are on their way riding horses.

Their capture of is just an internal faction struggle within the Church Court. But when it cos to eliminating the remnants of the Tower of Truth, that's unforgivable.

If caught by them, the outco... tsk tsk tsk. He will definitely act before the Black Knights arrive."

"You keep talking about the Tower of Truth, what is that?"

Lette flashed the book in his hand: "Have you read this book?"

"A Collection of Fairy Tales and Fables? I read it as a child."

"I just borrowed this from the jailer; it's a gift he bought for his daughter."

Lette flipped through the book with a rustling sound: "Though the fairy tales and fables I read were different, they had many common elents.

For example, `The Prince Toad`, `Beauty and Beast`, and `The Sleeping Beauty`."

Emily impatiently interrupted him: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Don't you think these fairy tales are actually quite frightening?"

Lette tossed the book to Emily: "A country's prince mocked a Witch, so he was turned into a toad.

The King forgot to send an invitation to a Witch for his daughter's full moon banquet, resulting in the curse of endless sleep for the daughter, followed by the destruction of the entire kingdom.

Perhaps fairy tales often end on a bright note, with the prince and princess living happily ever after.

But what about reality? In reality, won't there be soone like a Witch, or even with a colder and crueler character, employing more brutal and crazed thods?

You are also a Mage; surely in your magical studies, you've experienced a similar feeling.

The world's chanisms are clear, everything's developnt follows a traceable path.

The mysterious veils are lifted one by one, and humanity is slowly being erased.

Ultimately, your mind is left solely with the exploration of Truth and the pursuit of Power, losing the corresponding reverence.

People, in your eyes, are just walking materials. Nations, rely sandboxes that can be knocked down and rebuilt at any mont.

At a re gesture, you can turn soone into a frog, mouse, or toad, just because they glared at you, or simply because it was amusing.

You can act wantonly, and the reason for doing sothing might just be because you could."

Here, Lette paused, sighed deeply: "And this gathering place of madn is called the Tower of Truth.

The essence of its existence is to facilitate these madn exchanging their innovative insanity and techniques, cultivating more madn.

If you are exceptionally talented, you'd surely wish to beco part of this privileged class. Able to act as you please, unrestrained by anything.

But the vast majority of ordinary people wish to live in a world far less insane.

So they were wiped out, annihilated by almost every race's power in the world – the Holy Light Church, the Human Empire, the Elf Dynasty, the Beastman Tribe, the rfolk, the Dwarves.

I see you are restless, does it concern the ten years of ntorship between you and Moslian?

Honestly, there's no need to worry.

If he truly is a remnant of the Tower of Truth, you, your father, and everyone in the domain, even the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and cats, might be experintal subjects or tools for achieving so goal.

Talking sentint with them is like discussing morality and conscience with so lamppost ornant."

Emily gritted her teeth and coldly snorted: "Don't underestimate us; if teacher Moslian is truly a serial killer.

The Lawrence Family will certainly clean up its own house! We will not protect, nor will we harbor villains."

"My lady! My lady!!!"

A guard ran in a panic outside the door: "A sudden black mist has risen outside, surrounding the entire estate! Count, the Count is missing."

Upon hearing this, Lette raised an eyebrow: "It looks like your teacher has co to give you his last lesson."