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

　"Young Master," Ollie whispered.

　Dark responded, "Hmm?"

　Aoli's voice held a hint of anticipation: "Can I do it too?"

　Dark: "??"

　The next moment, he was once again surrounded by mountains.

　Today, Dak Factor is also selling like hotcakes!

　……

　Dak ate a little bit and then picked up the newspaper to read.

　As expected, both this morning's and yesterday's newspapers have been extensively reporting on this "Demon King's Execution Ceremony".

　Various experts took turns to interpret the significance of the "Demon King's Execution Ritual" from different perspectives.

　Some people have questioned the "Demon King's Execution Ritual," mocked the scholars of the Holy Church, and exaggerated the whole incident into a ridiculous and absurd affair.

　The Daily Joker was the most scathing in its satire.

　That newspaper even broke with tradition by publishing three issues in a row – morning, noon, and evening – clearly trying to ride the wave of popularity to new heights.

　"They really dare to say that. I wonder who's backing the Daily Joker?"

　Dak only glanced at the words in the newspaper before he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

　Following its previous mockery of the biblical scholar Abel Yekis, this time, The Clown's Daily went even further, directly attacking the Pope and utterly discrediting the illustrious pope.

　The entire newspaper was filled with gossip that had been dug up from who-knows-where…

　Especially those reports that seem absurd, but upon reflection after reading them, they seem to make sense.

　It makes you want to think in that direction.

　It's quite special.

　"Maybe I can subscribe to another newspaper in the future..."

　But it must be said that Dark has become a fan of The Joker's Daily.

　After a good laugh, he put down the Daily Joker and picked up the most authoritative Daily Great Sage.

　As it is a morning newspaper, the Great Sage Daily usually focuses on events that happened yesterday.

　But today's headline is unsurprisingly the "Demon King's Execution Ceremony" that will be held today.

　Compared to the deliberately comical writing style of the Daily Joker, the Daily Great Sage undoubtedly appears very official.

　Today's newspaper headline is—"On the Necessity of the Holy Church in Executing the Demon King."

　The article disregards the authenticity or success of the Demon King's execution ritual, focusing solely on its significance.

　The final conclusion was that it was completely unnecessary?

　This argument alone caught Dark's attention.

　He calmed down and examined it carefully.

　The author's analytical perspective is quite unique, but also rather interesting.

　He believed that keeping the Demon King sealed away instead of executing him on the spot was better for maintaining order.

　As long as the Demon King is alive, the remnants of the demon race will continue to focus on rescuing him from the Holy Church.

　In that case, the Holy Church will bear most of the pressure from the remnants of the demon race.

　With the capabilities of the Holy Church, it is naturally capable of undertaking this task.

　However, if the Demon King is formally executed, the remnants of the demon race will lose their highly focused target, and the threat they pose will likely be dispersed as a result.

　This could very likely lead to a large number of serious incidents around the world.

　This is tantamount to distributing the pressure borne by the Holy Church to all of humanity, which will instead lead to a deterioration of social order.

　……

　After reading the entire report, Dak couldn't say he agreed with its content. He felt there was some truth to it, but upon reflection, something seemed off.

　While he was in this state of confusion, he did remember the author's pen name—Yu Ya.

　……

　It was exactly 7:00 AM.

　After reading all the newspapers, Dark got up from his seat, summoned Sylveon again, hugged it, said "Good luck," and sent it back to its room.

　Sylveon stood tall and proud, full of energy, with an air of "I'm the only one worthy of this number one spot."

　Dak couldn't help but laugh.

　He waited a little longer, and then the three tutors from the Duke's mansion arrived one after another.

　Dark sat at the head of the restaurant, resting his chin on his hand, and chatted with his three tutors for a while about the exam, and incidentally mentioned the Demon King's execution ritual.

　Both Buckner Cyrus, the "Silent Sage" who is a mage, and Ms. Buddy Plant, a magician, are very interested in the Demon King's execution ritual.

　Only Ms. Monica Cook had absolutely no interest in this.

　So the three tutors assigned their proctoring time according to the start time of the ceremony: Cyrus and Plant were in charge of the first and fourth sessions, while Ms. Cook was in charge of the second and third sessions.

　In this way, Sage Cyrus and Ms. Plant will be able to find time to watch the movie.

　In fact, quite a few people in the Duke's mansion were interested in this event.

　Dak also invited the head maid, Jasmine, the head maid of the "Virgin Palace Maid Corps", Ms. Vigo, and the head maid of the "Pisces Palace Maid Corps".

　After all, it's better to share happiness than to enjoy it alone.

　Apart from Jasmine declining the invitation, the other two head maids accepted.

　After the three tutors left, as if deliberately avoiding them, Aurora and her daughter Pandora finally arrived.

　Only then did Dak pick up his knife and fork and join them for breakfast.

　"How was your sleep last night?"

　"It's alright, it's the biggest bed I've ever slept in, but it's a bit too spacious."

　Pandora winked at Darke and then expertly cut open today's steak.

　"I don't know why, but I feel safe here."

　Hephaestus also sighed slightly, his expression clearly more relaxed than yesterday.

　Clearly, after that night, she felt much more at ease with the Duke's mansion, or rather, with Dak himself.

　After escaping from prison, she actually did not live a comfortable life.

　The Holy Church never gave up on the idea of ​​recaptured the escapees for trial, and pursuers were everywhere.

　During her initial escape from prison, she realized that she was completely out of touch with the times, so she did not choose to confront the enemy head-on.

　Although he didn't show any worry in front of his daughter, it was only so that she could focus on her studies.

　Before Pandora went on vacation, she hid in the Exiled Forest and was very careful in her subsequent actions.

　When she transformed into her original form and flew to the capital yesterday, she did indeed use magic to conceal her presence. However, Didi, being a little fairy, saw through her disguise at a glance, which truly startled her.

　Fortunately, in recent days, the Holy Church has clearly focused most of its energy on the execution ceremony. She not only had a good time to tour the capital, but also successfully found the Duke's mansion.

　What's especially fortunate is that the eldest son of the Duke's mansion is exactly as his daughter described.

　At first, she thought her daughter's description of the younger student was a product of "filtering." But after meeting him in person, she realized that her daughter's judgment of people was genuinely good.

　My daughter's junior is quite good!

　就是年龄小庆点。

　……

　Aurora also said to Pandora, "Senior, if there's anything you're missing that you'd rather not say, you can tell me."

　Pandora liked this future junior classmate quite a bit, so she started talking to her in a low voice.

　Afterwards, the magical spirits lined up to enter, ate breakfast, and were then taken to the examination hall.

　After that, Dak and the others left together and went to the living room, which had been prepared with various melon seeds, fruits, pastries and drinks.

　"Eve."

　After sitting down on the sofa, Dak looked towards the corner of the wall.

　Eve emerged from the shadows, her expression focused.

　"Has Irene arrived yet?" Dark asked.

　Eve nodded and said, "We arrived at the outskirts of St. Louis Plaza half an hour ago and are now waiting in the shadows."

　"In the shadows?" Dark thought for a moment and said, "Let her move around freely, I also want to see what's going on."

　Eve immediately obeyed, "Yes, sir. Today, Irene and I will be your eyes and ears."

　Dark nodded, pointed to the chair in front of him, and said, "You sit down too, don't be too reserved."

　“Yes, young master.” Eve smiled sweetly and sat down as instructed.

　Then she pointed at it, and a super-high-definition image appeared on the snow-white wall.

　Irene seemed to be hiding in a corner between the eaves and the wall on the second floor. She had a very good view and could take in the entire St. Louis Square at a glance.

　The towering pillars, the mysterious altar, the orderly rows of paladins, and the snow-white priests praying with their eyes closed—the scene was as sacred as a fantasy.

　But in the blink of an eye...

　Irene then moved to a different location.

　The image on the wall quickly shifted to a small, enclosed room.

　Irene emerged from the corner of the small room, then tidied her bangs and pushed the door open.

　In that instant, a cacophony of sounds filled my ears, and a lively scene filled my eyes.

　"This is the second floor of the teahouse on the south side of St. Louis Plaza."

　Eve began to speak, as if she were providing a spoken-word commentary from outside the venue.

　"St. Louis Square is under the jurisdiction of the Church, and taverns are not allowed to be opened in the surrounding area. But merchants always manage to find business opportunities in the cracks. The Church has not said that alcohol cannot be sold in teahouses."

　“(⊙o⊙) Ah!”

　Dark blinked and looked at the projection on the wall.

　Sure enough, this place called a teahouse was openly selling alcohol.

　The refined orc, holding a wine glass, observed the flow of people outside the window.

　The grumpy elf pointed at a cowardly dwarf and cursed him.

　The goblin riding atop the golem carefully groomed his three bangs in front of the small mirror in the golem's hand.

　After leaving the small room, Irene sat down by the window.

　Originally, such a position would not have been available, but she paid a deposit in advance—a huge sum.

　The teahouse owner, of course, wouldn't turn down money, so he kept the spot open.

　With her "Spiritual Connection" activated, Irene sat down, took out a small bottle, and popped a "candy" into her mouth.

　Feeling the accelerated recovery of her magic and the sweetness of the beans, a rare smile appeared on her cold and beautiful face, and suddenly a hundred flowers bloomed.

　She didn't have a very clear understanding of what it meant to be "the young master's eyes." But there weren't many tasks like today that allowed her to move freely.

　Upon closer examination, she was ultimately just a fourteen-year-old girl, full of enthusiasm for "going out".

　Irene rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window. A warm breeze blew in and lifted her bangs.

　There were still four hours until noon. But the area around St. Louis Plaza was already packed with people.

　If she hadn't arrived two hours early, she definitely wouldn't have gotten such a good viewing spot.

　And through her perspective, Dak and the others also saw the surging crowd.

　Even through a screen, you can still feel the heatwave hitting you.

　Dark observed each person in the projection with curiosity, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the demi-humans.