This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 369 - 312 Your Name (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 369: Chapter 312 Your Name (Please Subscribe)

The Witch Slayer looked at the thick contract on the table, which was as large as a dictionary, and felt completely overwhelmed.

"Hey, we’re just collaborating on a project. Do we really need so many terms and conditions?

Your reputation is so bad, and I’m not even afraid of being tricked by you.

Are you piling up all these clauses because you’re afraid I’ll trick you?"

Lette furrowed his brows: "What’s so much about it? This has been the standard amount for years. Don’t lie through your teeth; honest cooperation is hard."

Plus, this is just the main contract. There’s also the supplementary clauses, notes, and dispute clarification..."

While speaking, he pulled out three more thick stacks of papers, each taller than the last!

Looking at so many contracts, the Witch Slayer suddenly regretted it.

"Actually, I’m not that eager to have a stable and abundant source of Witch Power.

I could always find other witches for life-and-death duels and seize their Witch Power, which doesn’t seem too bad!

Life is full of challenges; why not ride the waves?

Ah! I suddenly remembered there are other things I need to do, so I’ll be going now."

"Sit down!"

Lette slammed his palm on the table, glaring with eyes full of killing intent: "It took me an entire prayer time just to draft this contract. Dare to leave today?"

The Witch Slayer felt like crying, while Lette picked up a pen and looked at her.

"By the way, what’s your name? I need to add it to the contract."

"I... don’t have a name, just a code number, Number Sixty-Three. Because I’m the sixty-third experiment."

When Emily heard this, she covered her mouth: "Were there sixty-three girls who failed before you? What happened to them?"

The Witch Slayer shook her head: "To be precise, there were thirty-two failures, and they all died.

The thirty-third experiment was a success; she was my great-great-great... Anyway, she was the first Witch Slayer, my ancestor."

"So, your lineage of Witch Slayers has always been under the control of the Truth Remnants?

Have you hunted other witches?"

The Witch Slayer shook her head: "Because witches all have their own missions, they don’t let us hunt."

"So do you have no abilities at all in your daily life?"

"Not exactly, those bastards have quite a few Witch’s Tokens. There’s a lot of Witch Power stored in them.

Whenever they need to borrow Witch Power, they have us absorb the power from the Witch’s Tokens and then help them with their tasks."

Lette and Emily exchanged a glance: "No wonder... how did you escape?"

The Witch Slayer smiled slightly: "Because I followed them to hunt the Blood Witch, and during the siege, I absorbed her power.

Extracting power directly from a witch is far stronger than from a token.

So I reached an understanding with the Blood Witch using Witch Power, and, taking advantage of their unpreparedness, eliminated them all.

I hid out with the Blood Witch for a while, but recently I started moving around again.

Unexpectedly, I ran into you guys.

I didn’t even deliberately use the Witch Slayer’s ability, yet I still ran into you so coincidentally.

It seems the rumors are true, witches really do attract each other."

Lette tapped the contract book: "This won’t do, writing ’Number Sixty-Three’ makes the contract seem like a joke.

How about this, I’ll give you a name!"

"Huh? No way!"

The Witch Slayer was very resistant: "Who do you think you are to give me a name!"

"Don’t want to, huh... then what do you suggest?"

The Witch Slayer was quite haughty: "Even if it’s naming, it should be done by the Holy Light Goddess, Lady Afra herself!"

"... Who who who?"

This time, Lette couldn’t hold it in: "The Afra you’re talking about, is it the one I know?"

"The Holy Light Goddess! Lady Afra!"

"Wait, wait... why?"

Lette pressed both hands on the table: "Why, tell me why, why do you think I’m not worthy, but Afra is!"

"Shut up, I won’t allow you to refer to Lady Afra that way!"

Unexpectedly, the Witch Slayer was quite agitated: "And you’re supposed to be a Holy Knight! How dare you treat the Goddess so lightly! Are you true to your faith?"

"Of course, I am!"

At this moment, Emily suddenly leaned over to whisper in Lette’s ear: "Lette, don’t forget. To ordinary people, Afra is highly revered as the Holy Light Goddess.

When I was a kid, I also admired the Holy Light Goddess a lot."

Lette thought about it and realized it was true.

Regular believers have no idea about Afra’s true nature.

It can be said that the Lady Goddess has maintained her commercialized image exceptionally well. Among the general believers, she is still the embodiment of truth, goodness, and beauty.

Given that Number Sixty-Three, being the only witch ever imprisoned by the Tower of Truth, must have endured unimaginable torment since childhood, she naturally harbors tremendous resentment toward the Tower.

And instead, the Holy Light Goddess, symbolizing beauty and justice, naturally becomes her emotional solace.

"I didn’t expect you to be such a devout believer.

Oh! Now I understand why you could sense issues at the Holy Light Cathedral in another city.

So you really attend church services and prayers!"

Emily approached the Witch Slayer: "So... if we have Lady Afra name you, would you accept it?"

"Really? Really?"

The Witch Slayer was instantly excited: "Can I really? Could someone like me actually receive a name from the Holy Light Goddess herself?"

Emily turned back to look at Lette, who was reluctant but under both Emily and the Witch Slayer’s gaze, had no choice but to walk over to the Holy Pool.

"... I’m definitely going to be extorted for Divine Coins. I’m telling you, how about having Joanna name you?"

"Sorry, I only recognize Lady Afra as the one true Holy Light Goddess."

"Hiss! A dedicated solo fan!"

Lette sighed, gathering Holy Light Power into his hand and injecting it into the Holy Pool.

As all the Holy Water in the pool turned milky white, a vague Divine Shadow slowly emerged.

When Afra saw that it was Lette who summoned her, she immediately pouted, nearly saying something unrefined.

"Lady Goddess!"

The Witch Slayer suddenly lunged forward and knelt by the Holy Pool, praying devoutly.

"Praise you, Lady Goddess!"

Although Afra didn’t quite understand what was happening, she instinctively responded.

"Oh, my devoted believer, lost lamb. May the Holy Light watch over you."

Indeed, her professional skills were on point.

Lette glanced aside: "It seems more like she’s being bamboozled by you."

"Ahem! This less-than-devout follower, why have you summoned me... to seek my audience, what request do you have?

Speak! Speak as much as you want!

Let me show you how I, as a Goddess, can fulfill your wishes!

And let you reflect on how wrong it is to flatly refuse others’ requests when they come to you!"

"If it’s about pocket money, you can forget it! At best, I’ll... try to arrange a little funding from the Demon Realm for you. But if Joanna confiscates it, there’s nothing I can do."

Afra suddenly perked up: "Oh! My devoted believer! Whatever it is, just say it! As long as I can do it, I’ll definitely help you!

Three! Are three wishes enough?"

"Are you the genie from the Divine Lamp?"

Lette could hardly watch this Holy Light Goddess trapped by greed anymore, pointing at the kneeling girl.

"She is your devout admirer, hoping to receive a name from you. After all, for so many years, she’s only been called Number Sixty-Three, which is quite an unreasonable designation.

Come on, use your little brain, wise Goddess!"

"Poor child, in that case, I’ll name you Jenny."

Afra immediately bestowed the name: "It means something cherished by God."