The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　Not revealing it doesn't mean not trying to understand it.

　While the Duke's mansion is secure enough, unnecessary risks still need to be avoided.

　Investigating Hephaestus would be the responsible thing to do.

　"The Church of Knowledge, the Pureblood White Dragon... they're all coming in droves."

　Dark muttered something, and when he looked up, his face was already glowing.

　"So funny!"

　Just by staying in the Duke's mansion, I have already met so many interesting people.

　When the big screen opens tomorrow, won't it be a spectacular sight?

　This is much more interesting than watching a movie.

　Aurora, who was watching him from the side, seemed to be infected by his radiance, her eyes sparkling.

　Aoli also said with great interest, "We should see quite a few demi-humans tomorrow, right? Like cat people, rabbit people, and the like?"

　Catwoman and bunny girl?

　Dark couldn't help but scratch his hand. Luckily, the young master was wise and powerful, choosing to watch the show from a distance.

　……

　After explaining everything, Dak finally returned to his room.

　After entering, he looked around and saw that all the magical Pokémon except for Snorlax were working hard.

　This scene, reminiscent of the eve of the college entrance examination, filled him with a sense of relief.

　As for Snorlax...

　"Perhaps we should implement an additional incentive. For example, we could first reduce its daily food allowance from 100kg to 50kg, and then adjust the daily food intake based on its performance—"

　Thinking about things like these, Dak washed up and then crawled into bed.

　But he did not fall asleep; instead, he waited quietly.

　He didn't close his eyes until Ollie knocked on the door and told him that Alvette and Claire had returned safely.

　Silent all night.

　When he opened his eyes again, besides Sylveon wearing the "Victory" headband, even Gatomon had returned to its bed to rest and recuperate.

　Tailmon's actions were clearly rational, but Dark also liked Sylveon's impulsiveness.

　He went over, picked it up, and stuck a sticker on it, then said, "Go sleep in the card for a while, and I'll let you out in an hour."

　"Meow—" Sylveon nuzzled his cheek while wrapping its ribbon antennae around his hand.

　After Dark knew it had agreed, he put it back into the magic card.

　Magical spirits can enter a hibernation state at any time within the magic card, which is equivalent to deep sleep, allowing them to recover their energy more quickly.

　At this moment, he turned his head to look at the window.

　The rising sun casts a dazzling golden glow, illuminating the curtains adorned with exquisite patterns.

　Good morning, July 15th.

　……

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Chapter 508 Darkdemon's Ultimate Substitute (1 words)

　The Villainous Young Master Just Wants to Live a Buddhist Life Chapter 508: Darkdemon's Ultimate Substitute (1):

　王都的一天是从凌晨开始的。104;116;116;112;58;47;47;119;119;119;46;50;99;121;120;115;119;46;99;111;109;47;

　Cleaning staff were already out early on the empty streets.

　People in the shops are already making preparations for opening early in the morning.

　The patrons, who had been drinking all night, staggered through the alley, eventually collapsing against the wall.

　The homeless people living in the corners of the city instinctively opened their eyes at the first light of day, rolled up their bedding, and hid in even darker corners.

　The magnificent and sacred cathedral rang its bronze bells at exactly five o'clock in the morning.

　After washing up early in the morning, the monks and nuns in the church began their work as usual.

　Although the church had publicly announced the "Demon King Execution Ritual," none of the church staff received any official notification from above.

　It seemed that the entire ceremony had nothing to do with them.

　Those who stand on the surface clearly cannot access the profound depths of the Holy Church.

　The ceremony is not being held in the Holy Cathedral today.

　……

　St. Louis Square – the second largest area of ​​the Catholic Church after King's Square in terms of length and width.

　The Holy Knights surrounded the square at dusk yesterday, and just one night later, a towering building was erected on the square.

　Four enormous columns, each over 15 meters tall, stand in the center of the square.

　Based on these four pillars, a five-meter-high wall surrounds the building, with each side of the wall carved with exquisite murals and mysterious runes.

　There are only steps made of stacked giant stones at the front, and slightly thinner totem poles are arranged on both sides.

　Above the second level, there was a white jade altar carved with magic circles, with a blood-like fluid flowing slowly within it.

　At the eight corners of the altar are eight gems that emit magical fluctuations.

　The magic array has not yet been activated, but there is already an unusual aura spreading from it.

　It looks... just like the real thing!

　……

　Six o'clock sharp.

　The paladins, clad in bronze and silver armor, handed over their duties to the night watchmen, and St. Luce Square gradually came alive with activity.

　The spirited paladins lined up in rows at the four corners of the square.

　Bronze-armored knights guarded the edge of the square, with three knights in each group and a three-meter distance between each group.

　The inner circle, centered on the altar, was guarded by silver-armored knights.

　The silver-armored knights were in pairs, with only one meter between each pair, forming a square formation.

　It's exactly 7 o'clock.

　The priests, dressed in snow-white robes, began to enter.

　They slipped through the gaps between the bronze-armored knights and entered the inner circle guarded by the silver-armored knights.

　Then some priests went inside the building with the four giant pillars, while others stayed outside, closing their eyes and praying.

　As the melodious sound of prayer, like the tinkling of silver bells, gradually rose, a faint white light shone from the priests' hands, and an increasingly rich sacred aura spread outwards.

　Meanwhile, residents and outsiders from all over the capital have already set off.

　Looking down from above, you can see tens of thousands of people, like ants, moving quickly along the network of streets towards St. Louis Plaza.

　Although the "Demon King's Execution Ritual" has long been scheduled to take place at midday when the sun is at its strongest, people obviously can't wait until then.

　Before eight o'clock, the area around St. Louis Plaza was already packed with people.

　Merchants who sensed a business opportunity mingled among the crowds, hawking various convenient foods and souvenirs.

　Some people even printed "Demon King Execution Ritual Commemorative Cards" or corresponding commemorative badges, which aroused the interest of many people.

　Inevitably, disputes arising from differences in race, culture, temperament, and other factors frequently occur.

　But the Holy Knights ignored this.

　The bronze-armored knights standing at the edge of St. Louis Square are completely covered by their armor, with only their bright eyes showing.

　They stood tall and straight, full of energy, with long swords at their waists and spears in their hands, exuding an imposing aura.

　……

　Inside the Duke's mansion.

　Dark, who had finished washing up before six o'clock, put Sylveon back into his Magic Cards and did not do his usual morning exercise.

　With a peculiar feeling, he waited inside the restaurant.

　Sure enough, shortly afterward, Aylvit and Claire entered the restaurant.

　Darke couldn't help but smile after successfully crouching down on his target.

　"Baby, so early today?"

　Arvit walked up to Duck and expertly hugged him.

　Dak didn't break free from her embrace, but let her hold him, and then whispered, "Mom, be careful."

　Arvit paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course I'll be careful. Don't wander around the house."

　“Hmm.” Dark nodded.

　Another reason he chose to stay in the Duke's mansion was to avoid causing any additional trouble for Alvitt.

　The profound heritage of the Holy Church should not be underestimated.

　After more than a decade of explosive technological growth, no one knows what kind of hidden strength they possess now.

　Similarly, the remnants of the demon race and the evil cults who dare to step forward during this special period are unlikely to be benevolent.

　Dark hadn't forgotten the scene of destruction he'd witnessed in the Star Palace Labyrinth. If that truly was a "prophecy," then the most dangerous time for him during this summer vacation was undoubtedly today!

　"The flames shooting out from under my feet signify that I am about to step into danger. And the flames themselves mean that this may be a fire-related disaster."

　"The simplest way to eliminate it is to retract your foot as soon as you see the first flame."

　"A stubborn person may get away with something for a while, but only a cautious person can go further."

　"Even if the sky were to fall today, I would not step out of the gates of this Duke's mansion!"

　Dak thought to himself, struggled to lift his head from the soft embrace, and then said, "By the way, Mom, two groups of guests came last night."

　“I already know.” Arvit buried her head in her beloved son’s shoulder and neck, absorbing the Dark Factor to her heart’s content.

　After a long while, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and said with a slightly flushed face, "I'm done with the rest. Mom will be careful, don't worry."

　Dark nodded and said, "Then let's eat first."

　But as soon as Alvette let go of him, Claire seized the opportunity, grabbed him, and exclaimed, "My turn! My turn!"

　Then Dark was once again surrounded by mountains.

　……

　Arvit and Claire ate very quickly.

　It was as if they had just sat down, then stood up again, and hurriedly left the restaurant.

　As Dak watched their hurried figures disappear into the distance, a helpless smile crept across his face.

　To be reborn into such a world and become the son of Alvette Saint-Dimón is truly an incredibly fortunate thing.