[Volume 5]: Chapter 4 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Count Durer is a very wealthy man. This can be seen from the luxury of his residential building. Following the crowd into the hall, Ifiya was almost blinded by the extravagant decorations. Under the reflection of several chandeliers, the entire hall exuded the scent of money. Not to mention, the statues in the hall were all made of pure gold. Ifiya secretly tugged at Amelia's sleeve and whispered, "Amelia, did the count melt the gold bars and paste them on the wall?" "Why? Ifiya, do you want to do the same thing?" "No, I definitely don't want to!" Hearing Amelia's question, Ifiya quickly shook her head. (-J) Gold and such can be admired in hand, not pasted on walls... It's just like wearing a super large gold necklace around your neck and several gold bracelets on your arms, showing off on the streets. Too tacky! While the two were talking, Count Keding, who was appointed by the royal family, stood up and, after greeting the steward who welcomed everyone, immediately inquired about Count Durer's whereabouts. Count Keding directly explained their intention. To save Count Durer from the demons. The church clergy stood aside, ready to take action when they detected demons. At other times, they let the nobles handle matters. Therefore, Talamati quietly stood by the side of Saint Tiffany. She was not wearing clergy attire, but a black dress. However, the style of this dress was surprisingly modest, which surprised people. Talamati, who always liked to reveal a sense of seduction, unexpectedly changed her style! At this moment, her beautiful and sexy face wore a standard smile, and her emerald green eyes were as beautiful as jewels, captivating the nobles present, their various poses failed to catch Talamati's attention. Her thoughts were all on the saint, and to match Saint Tiffany, she even changed into a restrictive outfit. Who made her fall in love with Tiffany in the first place! And she, Talamati, lost terribly. It's really lamentable and pitiful... While Talamati pitied herself, Saint Tiffany 'looked' at her, her sacred demeanor unchanged, but a slight smile appeared on her lips. Talamati immediately forgot everything, just relieved that she had come! Otherwise, she wouldn't see the saint's smile~ "Count Keding, where is the count?" Count Durer's steward was a middle-aged man with a solemn expression. He was dressed in standard steward attire and his meticulously tended hair was quite shiny due to excessive styling products, showing that he was a self-disciplined person. But at the moment, he spoke hesitantly and seemed to be hiding something. It was clear that he was hiding something. This made Count Keding, who was in charge of this exorcism activity, very anxious. He directly said, "We are acting under the orders of His Majesty the King. You can't stall any longer. Do you want to spend some time in prison?" As soon as Count Keding mentioned prison, the steward no longer dared to hesitate and quickly explained, "Count Keding, it's not that I'm stalling, it's just that the count's condition is not normal. We dare not let him out. If you want to see the count, please follow me." After speaking, the steward turned and walked towards a side door of the hall. This prompted Count Keding to hasten the others and especially Baron Amelia, who had high combat capabilities, to walk at the forefront of the group, always on guard against possible dangers. Baron Amelia did not refuse but directly took Ifiya to the front. The little one was quite fond of gossip. This time she could be right at the front to watch. Because Baron Amelia took a commoner to participate in the exorcism activity, the nobles were displeased, but considering the rumors that Baron Amelia valued her only friend Ifiya so much... If they annoyed Baron Amelia now, if they really encountered a demon later, they wouldn't even get help; it would be lucky if they weren't arrested on the spot for gossiping. The nobles dared not continue to act recklessly. As a result, the atmosphere was very harmonious. Ifiya found it strange that these nose-in-the-air nobles had suddenly become so quiet. While Ifiya was secretly trying to observe the nobles, the steward had already led them to a remote room. When the door was opened, the scene inside startled everyone. Count Durer was standing in the room in tattered clothes, with his hands and feet bound. At this moment, he was bent over, constantly tearing and chewing on pieces of clothing. Having finished, he still wanted to eat something else, but he couldn't reach other parts of his clothes. This made him angry and he shouted at the steward, "Bise, you damn guy, give me food, I want to eat!" Ignoring Count Durer, the steward forced a bitter smile at Count Keding, and after everyone saw the count's current situation, he continued, "Since using demonic plants to summon demons, the count has become like this, certainly possessed by a demon!" "However, we have tried many methods but have not been able to restore the count to normal." "In just a few days, the count almost exploded from overeating. We had to lock him in a completely empty room. As a result, the count has been eating clothes, hair, and even... He tried to eat his own excrement." The steward seemed to find it too disgusting to continue. But everyone present understood. - The faces were immediately rendered speechless, and Count Keding, who had initially intended to approach Count Durer to calm him down, hastily withdrew his steps. He didn't want to talk to a cannibal! Not only the nobles but even the church clergy avoided Count Durer. However, the leading figure, Saint Tiffany, showed no change in expression. After noticing Count Durer's abnormal condition, she took the initiative to step forward, taking out a bottle of holy water from her pocket at the same time. She opened the lid and poured the holy water over Count Durer, drenching him. Although Count Durer, who had been shouting about eating, did not look up to drink the holy water. When the holy water touched his body, he let out an extremely miserable scream and his entire body tensed up. The ropes tying his hands and feet broke due to the expanded muscles. In the next moment, Count Durer angrily reached for the bottle containing the holy water and then launched an attack on the saint, attempting to punch her. However, Talamati quickly retreated with the saint in her arms, keeping Count Durer from reaching them. Without the suppression from the holy water, Count Durer laughed and a pair of goat horns suddenly emerged from his forehead. His eyes turned bright red, staring straight at everyone. After a moment, "he" spoke, "So much delicious food delivered right to my doorstep, this is fantastic. Finally, I can feast!"