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Join the Server“So, is it a deal, Mr. Mad Devil?” Kleiman asked politely.
“Very well, I didn’t come here specifically to kill, after all. However, I must add a condition: when I actively request it, you must never proactively become my enemy, under any circumstances.
Otherwise, letting an enemy of your caliber live like this, I’d be quite uneasy if you were to grow stronger in the future.”
“That’s a bit…” Kleiman hesitated.
“Then I can also eliminate future troubles in a different way.” The Mad Hatter, using a demonic claw, flicked the flaming longsword in his hand. “Any last words?”
“I’ll do as you say!” Kleiman agreed decisively.
The Mad Hatter snapped his fingers, and a contract shimmered into existence amidst the flames, hovering before Kleiman. “Just swear on the contract.”
“Allow me to examine it first…” Kleiman began to read meticulously.
“Finish reading in ten seconds!” The Mad Hatter flicked his flaming longsword again.
Kleiman immediately accelerated his reading speed.
He quickly scanned the clauses, then looked at the Mad Hatter in astonishment. “I have no issue with the other terms, but for my soul to be reaped if I violate the rules, isn’t that a bit…”
“Are you suggesting I reap it now?” The Mad Hatter swung his longsword through the air. “While non-contractually reaped souls depreciate, it’s still not impossible!”
“I agree!!!” Prince Kleiman immediately shouted at the contract.
“That’s more like it! Being decisive from the start is always best!”
The Mad Hatter retracted the contract and, simultaneously, withdrew his ‘Apostle’ abilities, reverting to his ‘Abyssal Lord’ rank. The Abyssal Gate, which had been suspended directly above the execution platform, finally vanished.
Bound by the contract, Kleiman could neither track them nor harbor any hostility towards him from that moment on. He merely needed to maintain a basic level of vigilance.
Moreover, the single red soul crystal that had been consumed to pay his price was nearing its limit.
“May I ask a question?” Kleiman suddenly called out to the Mad Hatter.
“Ask away,” the Mad Hatter replied.
“Why did you go to such lengths to save that girl? Is she truly colluding with your organization?” Prince Kleiman asked.
The Mad Hatter stroked his chin, pondering. This information wasn’t particularly critical, yet there was no need to leak it to the Inquisition either.
“I know she ended up in this predicament because she was trying to save someone. I admire her greatly. If she is truly innocent, I would be very happy for her rescue. I only wish to know the truth, to understand if what I previously believed was right or wrong,” Prince Kleiman added.
“On that point, I can definitively answer you: she is innocent. She originally had no connection to us heretics. The reason I saved her was simply because…” The Mad Hatter paused there.
“Because?” Prince Kleiman perked up his ears.
“Knowing too much about certain things isn’t always a good thing.” The Mad Hatter said, carefully examining the longsword in his hand.
“Alright, alright, I understand. You’ve threatened me enough.” Prince Kleiman waved his hands repeatedly. “You can now leave directly through the cage.”
“Heh heh, you truly are interesting. I never expected to have such a fulfilling conversation with an Inquisitor. I hope we have a chance to meet again.” The Mad Hatter removed his top hat, saluted Kleiman, and prepared to depart.
Throughout the entire battle, his hat had never once fallen off his head.
“I genuinely can’t imagine you could possibly–
We truly don’t wish to see you again. Facing an irresistible enemy would lead to a most unsightly death for me,” Prince Kleiman said with a bitter smile.
“I’ll consider showing mercy. Farewell, Inquisitor!” With these words, the Mad Hatter spread his wings, flapped them vigorously, and leaped into the air.
A surge of fierce wind propelled him skyward.
****
One minute before the Mad Hatter’s battle concluded, Alice Liddell and Jeanne Decker had just broken through the chaos of Requiem Plaza, climbed over the wall, and reached the outer side of the square.
Alice Liddell, leading Jeanne Decker along the shortest route to their rendezvous point, suddenly felt a chill.
A witch’s intuition!
“Danger!” She stopped Jeanne Decker.
No sooner had she spoken than a white-robed Junior Inquisitor, accompanied by three enforcers, suddenly burst around the corner ahead.
This was a team stationed at other checkpoints, rushing to reinforce the plaza after the commotion began. Had the two of them charged recklessly, they would have instantly collided with the group, falling into a disadvantageous encirclement.
“The prisoners have escaped! Apprehend them, dead or alive!”
The Junior Inquisitor blew his whistle and simultaneously began to act, summoning a fireball in his hand. He was a Seventh-Tier Elementalist.
“Close your eyes!” Jeanne Decker whispered to Alice Liddell.
Alice Liddell immediately understood Jeanne Decker’s intention and closed her eyes. Jeanne Decker then instantly summoned a blinding flash of light.
The sunrise-like radiance immediately stung the Inquisitors’ eyes and bathed the depths of Alice Liddell’s own eyes in a bloody red.
The Junior Inquisitor, clutching his eyes, let out a shout and hurled the fireball in his hand, relying on his memory of their position.
A holy shield manifested before Jeanne Decker, and the fireball exploded against it.
“Now!” Jeanne Decker signaled, speaking aloud. When it came to group combat experience, she was, in fact, superior to Alice Liddell.
Alice Liddell opened her eyes, immediately switched her ability to ‘Warlock,’ and summoned a corrosive flame, aiming and throwing it at the Junior Inquisitor, knocking him down.
With the most dangerous commander incapacitated, the remaining individuals were no longer a threat.
The two seized this opportunity, charged forward, and swiftly dealt with the three enforcers who were still recovering from the blinding light.
Having dispatched this squad, Jeanne Decker looked at Alice Liddell with some surprise.
She had only fought alongside this witch twice before, yet now they were cooperating so naturally. This, it seemed, should also be attributed to that inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Movement came from one end of the road, and the two turned to see another squad, led by a Junior Inquisitor, rushing over upon hearing the commotion.
“It’s endless! Run!” Alice Liddell pulled Jeanne Decker, running in another direction.
However, the sound of hooves and wheels suddenly echoed from the other side. A carriage rapidly approached, driven by none other than another Junior Inquisitor!
“Run back! We’ll be caught in a pincer attack!” Jeanne Decker reacted quickly, preparing to pull Alice Liddell back to their original path.
But Alice Liddell did not move. Instead, she shouted to her, “Don’t worry, we’re fine!”
“Excellent work, let’s corner them together!” The first Junior Inquisitor, overjoyed, yelled to his colleague appearing from the other direction.
It took him a half-beat to realize something was amiss: where had that squad gotten such an ordinary civilian carriage?
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