This wizard only wishes to be a teacher
Chapter 291 - 262 Aftermath

Chapter 291: Chapter 262 Aftermath

"... Bishop, this incident can roughly be summarized as such," Marquis Mondok said, holding his head with a raspy voice.

"Did you feel anything unusual? What about Duke Menter?" Bishop Vauna furrowed his brows, his right hand subconsciously gripping the Hexagonal Holy Emblem that represented the Awakening Temple.

"Unusual? Well, it seems I’ve lost some of my memories..." Marquis Mondok’s expression suddenly became pained as he gripped his head even tighter, even pulling out several strands of his hair.

"I... I can’t remember, I can’t remember!" Marquis Mondok’s expressions twisted horribly, and he became very agitated, looking almost deranged.

Bang—

Black scales appeared on Marquis Mondok’s right hand, and his fingers became more curved and sharp, turning into a kind of special dragon beast’s claw with sharpness and some corrosive or dark special effects.

At this moment, Marquis Mondok’s expression was manic as he swung his newly formed dragon claw fiercely towards Bishop Vauna.

However, in the next instant, a thin light screen protected Bishop Vauna’s body, also blocking Marquis Mondok’s attack from outside the screen.

"Hehehe..." Marquis Mondok’s eyes were murky, and he made a beast-like panting sound from his mouth.

"Indeed, there is a problem," Bishop Vauna said as he watched the frenzied Marquis Mondok, waving his right hand that held the Hexagonal Holy Emblem gently.

Instantly, a faint golden light appeared, forming a special rope that firmly tied up Marquis Mondok. As he was bound by the rope, his innate talent "Black Scale" was directly sealed, making his strength vanish, and his right hand, which had fully transformed into a dragon claw, reverted back to its original form.

"Bishop."

"What’s the situation?"

"Last night, seventeen nobles disappeared from the Mondok family mansion, three have been found so far, and in addition, nine bodies have been located; two bodies seem to have been destroyed, but blood tracing talents have confirmed their death."

"Additionally, six visiting nobles or their accompanying servants showed significant changes in personality upon awakening; however, no evidence of demonic invasion or control has been found so far. Inside the Mondok family, the situation is most severe, with almost all family members and their servants exhibiting varying degrees of issues..."

"According to scholars’ estimations, the demonic creatures active within the Mondok household might have been lurking much longer than we thought, and their level of danger may have surpassed the ordinary A-class demons, earning them an S-class evaluation..."

"Is their identity certain? Are they a previously active demon?" Upon hearing the "S-class" rating, Bishop Vauna’s brow furrowed, and his expression turned very serious.

As the primary person responsible for handling lurking demonic threats within the church, he now loathed hearing any information about S-class lurking demons.

After all, being rated as an S-level hazard as hidden demonic species meant trouble, huge trouble! If mishandled, it could potentially trigger another terror crisis within the royal capital.

"Take me to see those three missing individuals who were rescued," Bishop Vauna said, after pondering for a moment, standing up and walking outside.

...

Lucien was placed in a guest room at this time, his face displaying a trace of panic and unease. He even occasionally rubbed his eyes or picked at his nails to maintain the image of "Lurah" to deal with the temple officials or some special Awakeners who might be observing him in secret.

However, in his heart, Lucien still took a long sigh of relief. After all, as long as he made it past the scrutiny of the officials from the Awakening Temple, this matter would be considered over for now.

"It’s finally quiet," Lucien murmured to himself. His hand subtly reached into the pocket of his clothes where he had purposely placed a drop of ink. In case something unexpected happened later, he intended to use some "special measures" to amicably communicate with the officials.

"Relax, kid. These ordinary characters within the dreams, although they retain some human traits, are ultimately just products spawned by that entity’s thoughts. Their intelligence definitely can’t compare to normal life; handling them should still be relatively simple."

The voice of Earl Sanaxis rang out beside Lucien’s ears.

At the same time, Lucien sensed Earl Sanaxis leisurely roaming inside his spirit core, so relaxed he nearly had a leisure swimming ring around his rotund body.

"I’m not too nervous either. After all, the biggest guy behind it all has been pulled out already. I just don’t want to slip up on these minor details," Lucien said, trying to sound casual though he didn’t stop thinking and analyzing, striving to cover up all his potential flaws as much as possible.

"Tch, a Wizard who says one thing but thinks another," Earl Sanaxis, seeming a bit "lively" due to having just fed, lightly chuckled upon noticing some fluctuations within Lucien’s spirit core, seemingly teasing him for his verbal and mental dissonance.

"This is necessary prudence," Lucien gently massaged his face with his hand, helping his facial muscles to relax slightly so that his expressions could appear even more genuine later.

Although these minor techniques were not as effective as using witchcraft, in a situation where conjuring witchcraft was not feasible, they were still better than doing nothing.

"You bipedal hairy beast, the great lord here senses that you are being watched," suddenly, Earl Sanaxis, who had been leisurely navigating Lucien’s spirit core, seemed to sense something. His body stiffened momentarily before he voiced a caution.

"Hmm?" Lucien was mentally alarmed, but he showed no outward disturbance, continuing his small actions, deliberately portraying a reasonable level of anxiety, all the while restraining his impulse to use the "Mind Reading" ability to counter-observe the watcher, opting to quietly wait for the peeper to reveal themselves.

Knock, knock, knock...

Soon, there came a rhythmic, light tapping from the door, followed by a young woman dressed as a Maid entering.

"She is dressed as a Maid from the Mondok family, but the family emblem representing the Mondok family on her chest is missing, and... her face is relatively unfamiliar, not ruling out the possibility of a disguise," Lucien quickly sensed something unusual about this unfamiliar maid, but he said nothing. Instead, he widened his eyes, his gaze containing a cautiousness within normal limits.