Returning to the mansion, Grant headed to his warehouse on the top floor. Since he owes his life to Ed, he was going to repay it properly. Grant opened the warehouse door and saw a flower next to the object he was looking for. It was an ornament flower made of crystal. It was an ornament specially made by the Dwarf Craftsmith when Grant decided to give it to his third wife, Lia, who especially liked flowers. Grant held the ornament in his hand.
"Sigh."
He was looking for a perfumer to develop a new perfume. Then he heard about her. He fell in love with her at first sight. So he asked her to marry him even though he already had two wives. It was like a dream when she accepted to be his wife. So the moment she turned evil before his eyes, the world seemed to collapse. As soon as he realized that his feelings had fallen for the charm of the demon, he felt an unbearable sense of betrayal and insult. Anger over the demon who played with his feelings rose to the top of his head. Besides, the demon wanted to kill him too. If Ed hadn't saved him, his waist would have been cut in half like the lord on the spot.
Grant clenched his fist, unable to contain his anger, and the crystal ornaments were shattered in his hands. A piece of the ornament dug into Grant's palm. There was a wriggling hatred in my mind as I looked at the blood dripping down. It is said that demons like to play games, but it is rare to actually meet demons. As the church opened its eyes and captured the demons, they were as careful as possible. But when he was actually played into the hands of the demon, he came to his senses. He realized that the demons who played with human emotions were seeds that should never be kept alive.
"Oh, this is not the time."
Grant put aside the boxes piled up in the warehouse and lifted up the leather covering the floor. Then he took out the key that was hanging around his neck, put it in the keyhole on the floor, and turned it around. This is where the precious objects collected by the Grant Elder were collected. If you don't open it with a key, all kinds of traps pop out and you get killed. There, Grant recalled the man he had met. He wore a leather coat, he showed outstanding performance while dealing with the demon. Grant wanted to give him something that would help him, whether he had a grudge against the demon who fascinated him or if he had a grudge against all the demons. And he had such a thing that might be useful for Ed.
A shadow cape. It is a black cape that was suitable for travel. And if you wear it, you can hide yourself. Grant used it when he crossed the desert because he could maintain his body temperature. He thought it would suit Ed better than a relic-class equipment. Grant folded the shadow cape well and put it in his arms and came out. He was hesitant to meet his first wife, Meryl, but he had to. He had to give her the full picture and ask for forgiveness. The true hostess of Grant laughed and told him to do so when he married his second wife. He realized that she kept the balance, so he decided to ask for forgiveness from her. After leaving the warehouse, Grant saw the knight standing in front and the soldiers standing behind him.
"Officer Herold? What's going on?"
When asked what was going on here, the knight of the lord, Herold beckoned his soldiers.
"Arrest the sinner."
Grant shouted in shock when he saw the soldiers coming with the rope and pointing their spear.
"Why, why are you doing this?" "This is an order from the new lord. He asked me to lock you up for the murder of Lord Amet.
Grant, who usually spent a lot of money on lord Amet, was also acquainted with Herold. But he didn't even show it now, he was only on a mission. If he resists, he'll have to be arrested because he'll cut his throat. Grant was subdued under arrest.
"Let's go."
The plan went awry. After killing the demon Philia, he was thinking of going to the place where the 'sun never goes down' and drinking, but he was held back by the new lord, Jeren. He asked him to stay for testimony, and he could have refused, but Ed felt it was a waste to let Grant die. Ed also saved his life, but it was because Ed had not yet received his compensation. Arin stayed with him for some reason. The banquet hall was being organized. As this was an old place, the atmosphere itself seemed hard and solid. People born and raised in places like this must be so uptight. It was said that the place where the Castle was located, there was a noble with a long history and tradition, so Ed could understand their uptightness. Jeren couldn't hide his woeful face. No matter how long he grew up following the teachings of the aristocrats, he can't hide his grief because his parents just died. He looks like a middle school student. At that time, people were seen entering the dungeon. Knights and soldiers. And there was Grant. The knight kneeled down and stood next to Grant. Jeren stood up and looked down at Grant.
"Grant, I heard you planned the banquet today. Is that right?" "That's right." "And you brought your third wife. Is that right?" "That's right." "Your third wife killed my father and mother. Do you admit it?"
Grant replied hastily.
"But she was the demon. I was just being controlled by the demon, too."
Jeren's eyebrows wriggled. He looked young, but his eyes were aristocratic.
"It is no excuse that you were controlled by the demon. Can you actually claim that you are not responsible for my parents being killed because you were controlled by the demon? I just lost my parents today!"
Grant could not open his mouth easily because of the desperation of his last cry. Being controlled by the demon did not mean that he was not responsible for the death of Jeren's parents. He was the one who brought the demon to permanent residence. When Grant bowed his head, Jeren opened his mouth.
"The punishment for killing nobles is the death penalty. Did you know that?"
Grant didn't answer anything. He just lowered his head and hoped for leniency. Ed sighed at the sight. Grant may have a lot to say, but he seemed resigned to realize that no excuse worked in front of the young lord whose parents died all of a sudden. His trusted wife was the demon, and he was about to die at her hands, but now he is about to die for the murder of an aristocrat. Arin looked at Ed quietly, heard his sigh, and got up. Everyone's eyes were on her as she rose from her seat. Jeren opened his mouth.
"What's going on?"
At the request of Jeren, Arin went down the stairs and stood next to Grant in the center of the dungeon. And she looked up at Jeren and said,
"The demon Philia is a demon who is famous for fascinating and manipulating people. Her fascination is beyond human resistance, as there are also those who are fascinated by her and killed their own parents."
Jeren's eyebrows wriggled.
"What do you want to say?" "It was not intentional."
Jeren gritted his teeth.
"So there's no one responsible for the death of my parents?" "The one responsible is already dead at the hands of Ed, the demon hunter."
Jeren's face turned red at Arin's warning. Arin's words didn't end there.
"The demon is responsible for the death of Lord Amet, but I think it's better that you receive some sort of compensation, as Grant is not completely unresponsible for the death of LordAmet."
Jeren shut his mouth. Arin saw that he had forgotten what to say and continued.
"As long as you're the lord, you'd better think of what's best for the estate."
Jeren closed his eyes and trembled. He was young, but he could judge the situation. If you slit Grant's throat here, he might be able to relieve his anger, but there's nothing left. In particular, more aristocrats came to the memorial service after seeing the name of his father, Amet. Considering those who died, it is better to receive compensation. Jeren slowly opened his eyes and looked at Grant.
"I think there is a point in what Ms.Arin, a holy knight from the Astron Church, said. I can't kill you my way for the sake of the congregation's decency. I will forgive you for your sins with 10,000 gold in compensation."
Ed looked back at Jeren with surprised eyes. Isn't this kid crazy? Until now, he has never touched more than 200 golds. But 10,000 gold? Grant replied, slowly lowering his head.
"Thank you for your great generosity."
Jeren looked slightly down to Arin as if nothing more needed to happen and then turned around. Jeren, who stopped walking before leaving the dungeon, said with his head turned.
"If you don't pay the compensation within three days, Grant will be killed."
When Jeren stepped down, the guard standing next to him released Grant's rope himself and said,
"That's a relief."
Grant smiled at Herold's words. Only when he gets angry at a place like this will he be left with a grudge. He has to laugh it off at times like this to make the other person feel more sorry.
"No, thank you for not letting me get killed." "Take care of yourself."
When Herold stepped down, Grant fell to the floor. No matter how many times he's been going back and forth between life and death today, it's natural that he fell to the floor. Ed smiled when he saw Arin supporting him. In fact, Ed had no reason to step up. It’s not like Ed could claim that Grant was mentally and physically weak to understand what happened. It was a similar argument, but the meaning contained in the words is different because the person who claims is a holy knight. The fact that Jeren stepped back is because he saw the face of the Astron Church. Thanks to her, the person Ed saved earlier had survived. She didn't mean to save him, but it was true that she felt good about it. Grant stood up, put his hand in his arms, pulled out his black cape, and came to Ed's front and held it out. Ed looked down at the black cape and gave Grant a look.
"I've heard your name before. I heard you're hunting demons, so I hope this helps. A shadow cape can hide the wearer's appearance and maintain body temperature. I hope you will accept it."
It hides the wearer's appearance? With high agility status, Ed thought he could move more stealthily. In addition, while traveling, the convenience of maintaining body temperature was the most coveted. Ed took the cape and swerved it over his shoulder. The cool air felt warm just by wearing it. Any artifact-class equipment would be 100 gold, but he was satisfied to get this with a single kick.
"I'll use it well. By the way, what happened to your hand?"
Now that he looked at it, Grant's hands were bleeding. Arin also checked it and pulled out the piece of glass that was stuck. When she held his hand still, the blue light came out and wrapped around his hand. Then the blood stopped and the skin started to slowly recover. Grant has also helped them by donating tons of money to Astron, but he has never seen anyone with such exceptional divine powers. He could feel their greatness again. These are the kind of people who go around catching demons. He made up his mind the moment he saw their abilities. There is no way to solve the hatred he feels toward the demon itself, but with these two, it was possible. Then he could deal with the demons with his power. With the power of money. And these two will be at the forefront. Grant looked at Ed with determined eyes.
"Ed, let me help you."
Returning to the mansion, Grant headed to his warehouse on the top floor. Since he owes his life to Ed, he was going to repay it properly. Grant opened the warehouse door and saw a flower next to the object he was looking for. It was an ornament flower made of crystal. It was an ornament specially made by the Dwarf Craftsmith when Grant decided to give it to his third wife, Lia, who especially liked flowers. Grant held the ornament in his hand.
"Sigh."
He was looking for a perfumer to develop a new perfume. Then he heard about her. He fell in love with her at first sight. So he asked her to marry him even though he already had two wives. It was like a dream when she accepted to be his wife. So the moment she turned evil before his eyes, the world seemed to collapse. As soon as he realized that his feelings had fallen for the charm of the demon, he felt an unbearable sense of betrayal and insult. Anger over the demon who played with his feelings rose to the top of his head. Besides, the demon wanted to kill him too. If Ed hadn't saved him, his waist would have been cut in half like the lord on the spot.
Grant clenched his fist, unable to contain his anger, and the crystal ornaments were shattered in his hands. A piece of the ornament dug into Grant's palm. There was a wriggling hatred in my mind as I looked at the blood dripping down. It is said that demons like to play games, but it is rare to actually meet demons. As the church opened its eyes and captured the demons, they were as careful as possible. But when he was actually played into the hands of the demon, he came to his senses. He realized that the demons who played with human emotions were seeds that should never be kept alive.
"Oh, this is not the time."
Grant put aside the boxes piled up in the warehouse and lifted up the leather covering the floor. Then he took out the key that was hanging around his neck, put it in the keyhole on the floor, and turned it around. This is where the precious objects collected by the Grant Elder were collected. If you don't open it with a key, all kinds of traps pop out and you get killed. There, Grant recalled the man he had met. He wore a leather coat, he showed outstanding performance while dealing with the demon. Grant wanted to give him something that would help him, whether he had a grudge against the demon who fascinated him or if he had a grudge against all the demons. And he had such a thing that might be useful for Ed.
A shadow cape. It is a black cape that was suitable for travel. And if you wear it, you can hide yourself. Grant used it when he crossed the desert because he could maintain his body temperature. He thought it would suit Ed better than a relic-class equipment. Grant folded the shadow cape well and put it in his arms and came out. He was hesitant to meet his first wife, Meryl, but he had to. He had to give her the full picture and ask for forgiveness. The true hostess of Grant laughed and told him to do so when he married his second wife. He realized that she kept the balance, so he decided to ask for forgiveness from her. After leaving the warehouse, Grant saw the knight standing in front and the soldiers standing behind him.
"Officer Herold? What's going on?"
When asked what was going on here, the knight of the lord, Herold beckoned his soldiers.
"Arrest the sinner."
Grant shouted in shock when he saw the soldiers coming with the rope and pointing their spear.
"Why, why are you doing this?" "This is an order from the new lord. He asked me to lock you up for the murder of Lord Amet.
Grant, who usually spent a lot of money on lord Amet, was also acquainted with Herold. But he didn't even show it now, he was only on a mission. If he resists, he'll have to be arrested because he'll cut his throat. Grant was subdued under arrest.
"Let's go."
The plan went awry. After killing the demon Philia, he was thinking of going to the place where the 'sun never goes down' and drinking, but he was held back by the new lord, Jeren. He asked him to stay for testimony, and he could have refused, but Ed felt it was a waste to let Grant die. Ed also saved his life, but it was because Ed had not yet received his compensation. Arin stayed with him for some reason. The banquet hall was being organized. As this was an old place, the atmosphere itself seemed hard and solid. People born and raised in places like this must be so uptight. It was said that the place where the Castle was located, there was a noble with a long history and tradition, so Ed could understand their uptightness. Jeren couldn't hide his woeful face. No matter how long he grew up following the teachings of the aristocrats, he can't hide his grief because his parents just died. He looks like a middle school student. At that time, people were seen entering the dungeon. Knights and soldiers. And there was Grant. The knight kneeled down and stood next to Grant. Jeren stood up and looked down at Grant.
"Grant, I heard you planned the banquet today. Is that right?" "That's right." "And you brought your third wife. Is that right?" "That's right." "Your third wife killed my father and mother. Do you admit it?"
Grant replied hastily.
"But she was the demon. I was just being controlled by the demon, too."
Jeren's eyebrows wriggled. He looked young, but his eyes were aristocratic.
"It is no excuse that you were controlled by the demon. Can you actually claim that you are not responsible for my parents being killed because you were controlled by the demon? I just lost my parents today!"
Grant could not open his mouth easily because of the desperation of his last cry. Being controlled by the demon did not mean that he was not responsible for the death of Jeren's parents. He was the one who brought the demon to permanent residence. When Grant bowed his head, Jeren opened his mouth.
"The punishment for killing nobles is the death penalty. Did you know that?"
Grant didn't answer anything. He just lowered his head and hoped for leniency. Ed sighed at the sight. Grant may have a lot to say, but he seemed resigned to realize that no excuse worked in front of the young lord whose parents died all of a sudden. His trusted wife was the demon, and he was about to die at her hands, but now he is about to die for the murder of an aristocrat. Arin looked at Ed quietly, heard his sigh, and got up. Everyone's eyes were on her as she rose from her seat. Jeren opened his mouth.
"What's going on?"
At the request of Jeren, Arin went down the stairs and stood next to Grant in the center of the dungeon. And she looked up at Jeren and said,
"The demon Philia is a demon who is famous for fascinating and manipulating people. Her fascination is beyond human resistance, as there are also those who are fascinated by her and killed their own parents."
Jeren's eyebrows wriggled.
"What do you want to say?" "It was not intentional."
Jeren gritted his teeth.
"So there's no one responsible for the death of my parents?" "The one responsible is already dead at the hands of Ed, the demon hunter."
Jeren's face turned red at Arin's warning. Arin's words didn't end there.
"The demon is responsible for the death of Lord Amet, but I think it's better that you receive some sort of compensation, as Grant is not completely unresponsible for the death of LordAmet."
Jeren shut his mouth. Arin saw that he had forgotten what to say and continued.
"As long as you're the lord, you'd better think of what's best for the estate."
Jeren closed his eyes and trembled. He was young, but he could judge the situation. If you slit Grant's throat here, he might be able to relieve his anger, but there's nothing left. In particular, more aristocrats came to the memorial service after seeing the name of his father, Amet. Considering those who died, it is better to receive compensation. Jeren slowly opened his eyes and looked at Grant.
"I think there is a point in what Ms.Arin, a holy knight from the Astron Church, said. I can't kill you my way for the sake of the congregation's decency. I will forgive you for your sins with 10,000 gold in compensation."
Ed looked back at Jeren with surprised eyes. Isn't this kid crazy? Until now, he has never touched more than 200 golds. But 10,000 gold? Grant replied, slowly lowering his head.
"Thank you for your great generosity."
Jeren looked slightly down to Arin as if nothing more needed to happen and then turned around. Jeren, who stopped walking before leaving the dungeon, said with his head turned.
"If you don't pay the compensation within three days, Grant will be killed."
When Jeren stepped down, the guard standing next to him released Grant's rope himself and said,
"That's a relief."
Grant smiled at Herold's words. Only when he gets angry at a place like this will he be left with a grudge. He has to laugh it off at times like this to make the other person feel more sorry.
"No, thank you for not letting me get killed." "Take care of yourself."
When Herold stepped down, Grant fell to the floor. No matter how many times he's been going back and forth between life and death today, it's natural that he fell to the floor. Ed smiled when he saw Arin supporting him. In fact, Ed had no reason to step up. It’s not like Ed could claim that Grant was mentally and physically weak to understand what happened. It was a similar argument, but the meaning contained in the words is different because the person who claims is a holy knight. The fact that Jeren stepped back is because he saw the face of the Astron Church. Thanks to her, the person Ed saved earlier had survived. She didn't mean to save him, but it was true that she felt good about it. Grant stood up, put his hand in his arms, pulled out his black cape, and came to Ed's front and held it out. Ed looked down at the black cape and gave Grant a look.
"I've heard your name before. I heard you're hunting demons, so I hope this helps. A shadow cape can hide the wearer's appearance and maintain body temperature. I hope you will accept it."
It hides the wearer's appearance? With high agility status, Ed thought he could move more stealthily. In addition, while traveling, the convenience of maintaining body temperature was the most coveted. Ed took the cape and swerved it over his shoulder. The cool air felt warm just by wearing it. Any artifact-class equipment would be 100 gold, but he was satisfied to get this with a single kick.
"I'll use it well. By the way, what happened to your hand?"
Now that he looked at it, Grant's hands were bleeding. Arin also checked it and pulled out the piece of glass that was stuck. When she held his hand still, the blue light came out and wrapped around his hand. Then the blood stopped and the skin started to slowly recover. Grant has also helped them by donating tons of money to Astron, but he has never seen anyone with such exceptional divine powers. He could feel their greatness again. These are the kind of people who go around catching demons. He made up his mind the moment he saw their abilities. There is no way to solve the hatred he feels toward the demon itself, but with these two, it was possible. Then he could deal with the demons with his power. With the power of money. And these two will be at the forefront. Grant looked at Ed with determined eyes.
"Ed, let me help you."
