Chapter 116

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Chapter 116: The Business of the Little Devil

Chyzh Winchester still pointed Doyle Candice toward the road to Palgauro City.

It wasn’t just because this Little Devil pulled out three items radiating Divine Artifact energy in an instant, activated a two-layer magical shield capable of withstanding legendary attacks without harm, tore up six Forbidden Spell-level magic scrolls, and summoned over twenty mini Golem Puppets with Superlative Level energy—all while casually operating a teleport locator as if she could call for reinforcements at any moment.

The main reason was that all the Little Devil’s attacks were directed at the sneaky Elite-level monsters lurking behind her. Chyzh Winchester, though a cultist, was a well-educated countess who understood the importance of gratitude.

It absolutely wasn’t because she was scared or anything!

“You’ve been drinking with the demon dragon, haven’t you? You smell like alcohol… Be careful; the drinks of the Abyssal Demon are infused with many magical potion ingredients. Combined with the Abyss aura, they can be quite alluring to monsters.”

“I have a cloak to conceal your aura. Judging by your outfit, you must be a noble Superoperator. This style suits you well—since we met on the road, I’ll sell it to you for a good price!”

“Oh, money doesn’t matter; it’s okay if you didn’t bring any—I can trade it for something else!”

Chyzh Winchester stood in the wilderness, now cloaked in her newly purchased gray garment, reflecting on her encounter with the Little Devil.

The demon race, surprisingly… has good people too!

Not only had Doyle saved her, but she’d also sold her a “Stealth Cloak” at nearly no cost. With it, whether she stayed in Vera Plain or ventured into human territory, she wouldn’t need to worry about her lingering Ultimate Power aura revealing her after transforming.

It was so practical—far more useful than her original robe!

After bidding farewell to Chyzh Winchester, Little Devil Doyle Candice flew onward, her wings flapping as she whistled, stuffing her latest acquisitions into her ninety-fourth travel magic bag.

“I traded a mass-produced robe from the Eleventh Legion’s Vanguard for an epic priest robe, a bag of silver coins, and two Superlative Level ranger short swords. Hmm, what a deal! The money of these human nobles is easier to earn than that of trolls and Lemures. No wonder the Demon King is so keen on promoting a ‘peace policy’ in the conquered areas—she’s really clever!”

With a satisfied grin, Doyle continued toward Palgauro City, pulling out her magic locator along the way.

“Let’s see where Shelldor is…”

The device resembled the “○-ball radar” from a classic comic. It featured a processed Abyssal Crystal embedded in a metal frame, continuously emitting weak detection signals. The signals displayed nearby powerful magic sources that weren’t concealing their auras.

Convenient, though not particularly precise, it offered a view akin to that of demon race lizard scouts.

Several light spots shimmered on the Abyssal Crystal, the largest near the center of Palgauro City.

“Ah, Shelldor’s over there…”

Following the locator’s guidance, Doyle quickened her pace, soon arriving near the clock tower in Palgauro City. Struggling slightly, she flapped her wings to the top, where Shelldor and Lolth were quietly drinking, exchanging no words.

“Oh, Lord Lolth is here too,” Doyle said, surprised. “What are you two doing drinking here…?”

Her arrival shattered the awkward silence Shelldor’s earlier blunt remarks had left behind. The Red Dragon flashed a cheerful smile.

“I was actually having a celebration party—I wanted to have a drink alone with Lolthlinda,” she explained, shaking her cup with an endearing innocence. “Your Excellency Doyle, care to join us for a drink?”

“No, thank you. This is my last stop.” Doyle waved her hand and tossed a space magic bag to Shelldor. “Here are this month’s supplies for the Second Legion. After checking out Palgauro City, I’ll return to the Demon King Castle to report.”

“Oh, I see. What a pity, Your Excellency Doyle… Today is a special day! Go ahead and stay busy… If you’re hungry, my aide can help you out!” Shelldor said, her speech slightly slurred.

“Hmm, understood. But what’s with the signs of battle in the city?”

On her way in, Doyle had noticed the hole in the Lauren Institute’s roof.

“Well… That’s my fault,” Shelldor admitted sheepishly. “But I was worried about Lolthlinda—”

Lolth, who had remained sober despite sipping from her cup, stood up to explain.

“Ah, the situation is as follows…”

She provided a brief account of the cultists, omitting certain details about her involvement while defending Shelldor for the damage in Palgauro City’s central area.

“I see, so that’s what happened…” Doyle nodded thoughtfully. “Although Shelldor broke the Demon King’s orders by causing destruction in the city, given the special circumstances, I’m sure the Demon King will overlook it. I’ll report the cult incident honestly—your contributions are significant!”

“No, no, no, this concerns my sister,” Lolth interjected, correcting Doyle. She handed over fabricated documents. “Just make sure all the credit goes to Shelldor—this includes information on the Holy Alliance’s counterattack plan. Please ensure the Demon King receives it!”

Doyle accepted the information, her demeanor turning serious. Carefully storing it, she nodded.

“The situation was urgent, so I’ll take my leave now.”

With that, the Little Devil flapped her wings and disappeared into the night.

On the clock tower, only Shelldor and Lolth remained.

“Thank you, Lolthlinda,” Shelldor said. “You gave all the credit to me.”

“It’s nothing. I prefer staying out of the spotlight,” Lolth replied casually.

“I understand… I’ll also keep your relationship with that knight a secret.”

“Why does this keep coming up?” Lolth sighed, exasperated. “There’s nothing between us—it’s all a misunderstanding!”

Despite her protest, an uneasy feeling crept into her heart.