Demon Bible

Chapter 94: If They Can Sleep There, Why Can't You?

It was only after the carriage rolled past that the Priest suddenly broke free from some invisible control, collapsing to the ground, drenched in sweat.

He gasped heavily for air, his face pale with absolute terror.

"How could... the gap be... this massive!" He was a combat Priest of the Judgment Squad. Not long ago, he had been rewarded with scarce resources for his meritorious service in an operation against the Floating World Society, which allowed him to advance to the Iron Rank.

They had received advance notice that Nemus was coming here.

Knowing that Nemus was also a newly advanced Great Knight, he couldn't help but feel the urge to test the man's mettle.

While secretly preparing a Spell in the shadows, he had instructed his subordinates to make things difficult for the newcomers.

He roughly calculated that the moment a fight broke out, he could instantly cast his Spell and establish dominance over the situation.

With his preparations, he would then be fully capable of using his advantage as a Spellcaster to suppress Nemus.

However, while the idea was sound, the execution had somehow devolved into this miserable state.

First, his Spell had been casually dispelled by a newly appointed Priest on the other side.Then, in his rush to heal his subordinates, he had been instantly defeated by one of Nemus's basic abilities before he could even launch a proper attack.

Usually, the mental willpower of an Iron Rank Holy Knight was only good enough to bully ordinary people, granting them a certain degree of resistance against charm, mental, and Illusion Magic.

Who would have thought that Nemus could use something so basic to forcefully paralyze him for several seconds?

The sheer disparity in their strength almost made his mind snap.

Still, having achieved the rank of an Iron Rank Priest, he possessed a certain degree of fortitude.

He tried his best to stabilize his shattered mindset, then used the Grid to report the current situation to his superiors.

The fact that the Judgment Squad could suppress the majority of the populace with just a single team was naturally because most of their members were elites.

Take his two subordinates, for example. If placed in any other unit, they would essentially be qualified as official Holy Knights.

Yet in the Judgment Squad, they were still merely interns.

'But even so, that Watchman's strength is absolutely extraordinary.'

'After Nels left the Dartmenerly family, what exactly has he been doing in Finback Village all these years?' The Priest slowly sat up from the dirt, his chaotic thoughts gradually smoothing out.

'It's going to be very difficult to explain what happened here today.' Every conflict that took place today violated the rules.

Nemus had visitation clearance. Presenting his signed documents to enter this residence was perfectly compliant.

His own attempt to block him, however, was a violation.

But Nemus ordering his men to attack outright was also against the rules.

Once the two sides started brawling, the situation became too tangled to clearly assign blame.

If he reported the full truth, he might even be the one to suffer the consequences.

After all, the Judgment Squad had always heavily emphasized strict adherence to the rules.

Yet this time, they had been the ones to break the rules first.

And since he had ultimately lost, he no longer had any excuses left to fall back on.

Paying no mind to the Priest's internal struggles behind them, Nemus's carriage crossed the courtyard and soon came to a halt at the front entrance.

By now, quite a few servants inside the mansion had heard the commotion and cautiously stepped forward, trembling with fear.

"My Lord!" The servants had not been restricted in their movements recently.

However, the key members of the household were absolutely forbidden from taking even a single step out of the courtyard.

"Have your wages been paid?" Nemus asked with a smile as he stepped down from the carriage, looking at a nearby servant.

"They have!" The servant, unsure of the man's intentions, could only answer truthfully.

"Then you may leave."

"All of you, out." Having said his piece, Nemus strode toward the inner halls of the mansion.

Purr pushed the doors open ahead of them, while Krew followed closely by Nemus's side, covertly preparing a Spell. One distinct advantage of possessing twin bodies was that the necessary preparations for spellcasting could be handled by his overlapping alternate self. Alternatively, both could prepare simultaneously, drastically accelerating the casting speed or amplifying the Spell's destructive power.

In all matters, he could be twice as fast as anyone else.

Furthermore, Nemus had always been exceedingly generous toward his loyal subordinates. After returning yesterday, Nemus had personally imparted the secret technique of Dual-Rule Synergy to him.

Under the synchronized coordination of his twin bodies, Krew's strength vastly exceeded normal parameters.

He was currently only a Priest with an Attribute Value of six, yet he had been able to detect the casting fluctuations of an Iron Rank Priest a step ahead of time and rapidly deduce the opponent's Spell.

Following that, he had completed his own cast almost simultaneously, clashing with the enemy's magic using a counter-Spell and single-handedly neutralizing the threat.

As Nemus ventured deeper into the estate, people from the inner quarters hurried over, having heard the disturbance.

Leading the group was an elderly woman.

Several young children and a few women trailed closely behind her.

Westbin was the only adult male left in the family's current generation.

"Great Knight Nels, what brings you to our humble home today?" Though confined to the estate, she still possessed ways to gather information.

In fact, someone had hastily warned them just last night that the newly appointed Great Knight would be coming to stir up trouble.

Nemus cast his gaze over the members of the Westbin family, observing a textbook example of Minor Nobles originating from a Branch Family.

A gifted son had taken his mother and wife to build an estate from scratch in a foreign land. Aside from Westbin himself, the remaining family members were almost entirely of the younger generation.

The oldest male member present was his eldest son.

Currently thirteen years old, the boy still carried a trace of childish innocence, but his physique was already beginning to mature. Having undergone knightly training for several years, Nemus could deduce from his movements and posture that the boy had an Attribute Value of three—an impressive Innate Talent.

At this moment, he was gently supporting his grandmother, keeping his head bowed to conceal the simmering hatred in his eyes as best he could.

Besides this boy, Westbin also had two other sons and three daughters.

"Krew, are the audit results out yet?" Nemus ignored the elderly woman's question and turned to ask his assistant instead.

"The vast majority of it is complete. The former Great Knight, now classified as the Sinner Westbin, did not possess enough legitimate assets to maintain an estate of this scale."

"According to our calculations, he exploited the conveniences of his office to acquire illicit gains. Therefore, strictly speaking, absolutely everything—including this very residence—must be confiscated."

"Only after the accounting and liquidation process is fully finalized will the legitimate portions be returned to his family."

Hearing this, Nemus finally cracked a smile and looked toward the old woman. "You see, that's just how the situation stands."

"I must ask everyone to pack up your clothing and personal belongings, and vacate the premises."

"If you kick us out, where are we supposed to live?!" Westbin's eldest son, Zoven, could endure it no longer and angrily shouted his demand.

"That is none of our concern," Nemus replied, entirely indifferent to the boy's fury.

"Besides, over in the South District, aren't there plenty of laborers who lack homes and choose to sleep on the streets?"

"You're all human. It can't be that they can sleep there, but you can't, right?"

"How could we be compared to those lowborn..." Hearing this, Zoven instantly flared up as if he had suffered the ultimate insult.

Nemus didn't even spare him a glance, keeping his eyes fixed on the elderly woman.

At this moment, she was unable to maintain her usual kindly facade, her expression turning dark and somber.

"Go pack your things." After taking a deep breath, the old woman issued the grim order.

She clearly understood Nemus's objective. He simply wanted to force their family into a desperate corner in order to lure out her son.

"Just remember, Lord Great Knight. What has happened before will happen again, and what has been done before will be done again!"