Chapter 99

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Chapter 99: The Final Church in the Shadows of Palgauro City

"Lord Lolth, long time no see."

Shelldor didn’t immediately tell Lolth what happened, but from her tired expression, it was clear that the usually cheerful Red Dragon Grand Monarch had recently encountered some troubling issues.

The Happy Number carriage stopped outside Palgauro City. Shelldor led a few people through different areas of Palgauro City, from poverty to luxury. While things seemed unchanged at first glance, there were subtle differences upon closer inspection.

Even in the bustling center, the arrogant nobles were nowhere to be seen. And in the slums, there were fewer poorly dressed beggars and vagrants.

The streets were much cleaner, and the city’s rivers were no longer filled with garbage. Signs were posted everywhere saying "a fine of five silver coins for public urination" and "no littering, trash must be put in bins."

Overall, Shelldor successfully implemented the demon king’s ideas without any strange deviations.

Under her guidance, the group quickly arrived at the iconic building of Palgauro City.

The magnificent Lauren Institute, supported by twelve white stone pillars nearly ten meters tall and constructed entirely of giant stones!

Although smaller than some ancient palaces or churches, the Institute still covered an area larger than four or five football fields.

Even though it has a history of only a little over a hundred years, this place still carries a dignified and majestic atmosphere.

"I consider this place my new nest… Hmm, all built with giant stones, feels quite comfortable to live in."

Saying this, Shelldor easily pushed open the heavy door of the council chamber, revealing the unchanged interior.

Like a theater, the stepped seating surrounded on three sides, with a tall dome illuminated by magic crystals above, and a long aisle leading to the widest platform at the center of the building. Originally meant for important foreign guests and the highest senators of the Republic of Seychelles, the platform now lay empty, covered with woven mats to serve as Shelldor’s bed.

"Feel free to sit in the front row."

Shelldor said, sitting on the platform.

LOLth and her group took a seat on the nearest step directly facing the platform.

After that…

Shelldor on the platform stretched lazily, emitting a faint reddish light from her body.

After the light faded away, seated on the stage was the Abyssal Red Dragon, with a body as massive as a small mountain and elegant curves.

"Hmm… even though I can’t fully unleash my body, this feels much more comfortable."

Shelldor, transformed into a dragon, lay prostrate on the stage and spoke with magical words formed from condensed magic.

This appearance startled the unprepared Old Harper, who jumped up from his chair.

"Dragon, dragon, dragon – you’re a dragon!"

Although he knew that Lord Lolth’s "friends" were not ordinary people, having seen spirits and Balrogs before…

But for someone like Old Harper, the impact of a dragon appearing in front of him was still quite immense.

Even Ann couldn’t help but admire.

"Abyssal Red Dragon… what a beautiful species."

Instead, Kanor stayed calm and tilted her head to the side.

"It’s quite big…"

The little girl gestured with her hand and said so.

Compared to the humanoid Shelldor just now, Isabella was more familiar with this form of the Red Dragon Grand Monarch, involuntarily tensing her body and becoming somewhat guarded.

Shelldor didn’t miss the reactions of everyone, she laughed heartily.

"Oh, it seems the Dragon race on the continent is indeed not very sociable," she shifted her gaze, the huge yellow vertical pupil shining like a lighthouse looked at Isabella, "Rest assured, knight… Today, we are no longer enemies, and furthermore, with you carrying the Curse of Weakness, I won’t do anything to you."

Although Shelldor had no ill intentions, such words sounded very harsh to Isabella.

She relaxed her clenched fists, remained silent, and lowered her head.

"Alright, Shelldor, say a few less words," Lolth remained calm, sitting cross-legged with her hands folded in front of her chest, "What exactly happened here?"

Sometimes troubles can’t be avoided, Lolth believed that dealing with problems early would make things easier.

"Indeed, nothing escapes the notice of Lord Lolth, have you already spotted the issues in Palgauro City right after arriving here?"

Shelldor said this and Lolth shook her head.

"No, I didn’t notice anything wrong with Palgauro City," Lolth said as she looked at Shelldor, whose dragon scales looked dull, "I sensed it from you… if even you, the Red Dragon Grand Monarch, can’t rest well, then it must be a serious situation."

"Is that so? Using wax doesn’t seem reliable," Shelldor said as she changed from lying down to sitting on a high platform, sighing, "However, it’s indeed a rather troubling matter."

Saying this, she used her front paws to retrieve a black item from between the scales on her chest and tossed it towards Lolth.

"What is this?"

Lolth took the black item, a rolled-up scroll, surprisingly light to hold despite being as big as half of one of Shelldor’s scales, weighing almost the same as an apple.

"This is an activated scroll."

Shelldor answered with a surprising response for Lolth.

"Scroll?"

She took another careful look at it, although the black object felt very light and seemed to be made of a thin layer of something rolled together, its shape was completely fixed and very hard.

Rather than resembling a scroll, it looked more like a piece of modern art.

Feeling the residual magic essence on top of it left Lolth feeling quite puzzled.

This kind of magic essence made her feel very strange.

Instead of being formed by the magic power left from a magic scroll, it seemed more like… something that would only have magic essence after experiencing chaos like elemental tides.

However, it did not possess any specific attributes.

"Where did you get this thing from?"

Lolth couldn’t help but ask.

"My demon dragon underlings got it from a bunch of shady swindlers in the city," Shelldor paused, then corrected himself, "No, they’re not swindlers… They’re a group of reclusive, self-proclaimed ‘The Final Church’ followers, believing in an ancient deity I’ve never heard of before – initially I did think they were swindlers, but now it seems like they’re playing for real…"

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