Why must the devil be Defeated?
Chapter 446: Can it be? Can it be?

Chapter 446: Can it be? Can it be?

The incident this time really blew up.

At least, within the entire Royal Capital, in less than an hour, not only had the nobles heard of it, but also the ordinary civilians.

"They say that the eldest son of Duke Lusica’s family has offended Viscount Beizut."

"The eldest son of Duke Lusica’s family has insulted a woman close to Viscount Beizut."

"Duke Lusica has taken his Guard Corps and the knights to the Beizut family."

"A viscount has actually confronted a duke, that’s really something."

"Only Viscount Beizut would dare to do such a thing."

Despite being the late hours of the night, the streets and alleys of the Royal Capital were abuzz with all kinds of discussions like these, indicating the magnitude of the incident.

The reason for this was because Shane was involved in the event.

Since Shane was well known, many people were paying attention to him, so anything he did naturally spread instantly and was known to everyone.

Therefore, not just the nobles, but even some bold civilians headed toward the Noble District, to Beizut’s place, in hopes of glimpsing the course of the events.

However, when they arrived at the Beizut family’s residence, they were startled to find that the situation was even bigger than they had imagined.

For the entire front of the Beizut family’s house was surrounded by a dense crowd of knights.

Leading them was an opulently dressed noble of advanced age, who seemed to be about fifty years old.

This man was Edel’s father, a duke from the Mitra Kingdom—Jerome Lucica.

At that moment, Jerome’s face was extremely grim, with Aki and Red standing meekly beside him, clearly at the edge of exploding.

In fact, Jerome’s mood was indeed very foul.

Not only because of the trouble his son had stirred up, but also because the incident had become public knowledge, making him feel like he had lost face in the worst way.

So, with hardly any thought, Jerome had brought all his guards and knights and surrounded the entire Beizut residence.

"Shane Beizut!"

Jerome shouted in anger,

"Give me back my son!"

At Jerome’s roar, the knights behind him instinctively stepped forward.

"Boom!"

A collective, heavy stamping of feet abruptly resounded, filling the air with an ominous atmosphere instantly.

This took the watching nobles and civilians by surprise.

"Is Duke Lucica really looking for a fight with Viscount Beizut?"

"He really dares."

"Although he’s only a viscount, he’s also the First Priority Candidate of Princess Luoqi’s husband."

"Is he really not giving face to the Royal Family?"

"It seems for the sake of his only son, he has lost all reason."

Everyone was discussing fervently.

Until...

"Really disturbing the peace, making such a racket in the middle of the night, quite befitting of a duke, truly knowing how to bully others with your power."

Along with such a remark, the doors of the Beizut family opened.

Inside, there were no guards and no knights, just Shane slowly walking out with everyone from Vivian’s Team, appearing in front of all.

Naturally, Edel was brought out as well.

But he was being dragged out by Shane, who was holding onto the back of his collar.

The crowd sucked in a breath at the sight.

Not only because Edel was being dragged out, but also because this son of a duke was covered in wounds and bruises, barely hanging onto life, with even a trail of blood behind him, looking extremely miserable.

This was beyond the description of just being in a wretched state.

"Edel!" Jerome watched in shock and anger, violently furious, looking at Shane as if looking at his father’s killer, growling lowly, "Bastard! You dare...!?"

Looking at the unrestrainedly angry Jerome, Shane revealed a smile that didn’t seem fitting of someone who had caused all this.

"Of course I dare," Shane said with a smirk, "Why wouldn’t I dare deal with a piece of trash who bullies men and oppresses women?"

"You...!" Jerome pointed at Shane, gasping for breath and with bloodshot eyes, shouted, "Give him back!"

However, instead of complying with Jerome’s furious shout, Shane merely smirked and dragged Edel over and threw him at his own feet.

"Thump!"

The next second, Shane lifted his foot without hesitation and violently stomped on Edel.

"Aaaaah...!"

Edel let out an extremely painful scream that made one’s heart tremble.

"Stop!"

Jerome finally exploded, lifting a magic wand and began chanting, unleashing towering flames at Shane.

"Grant·Dispel."

Shane didn’t even budge, merely chanting a phrase that unleashed a burst of Magic Power. The flames that had been falling towards his side, to everyone’s astonishment, scattered as if blasted apart, disappearing without a trace.

"Boom!"

Without any superfluous words, nor a counterattack, Shane lifted his foot again after dispersing the flames and emotionlessly slammed it into Edel’s body, causing Edel to cry out in pain once more.

That silent mockery, that sarcasm, caused Jerome to lose his reason.

"All of you, attack!"

Jerome roared, prompting the knights behind him to draw their weapons, and the mages to raise their Magic Wands, all attacking Shane together.

Unfortunately, Shane still did not move an inch, and even the young ladies by his side merely watched everything with calm faces, without making a single move.

However, Shane and his companions’ stillness didn’t mean that no one else would take action.

From mid-air, a scorching Breath suddenly descended, blasting in front of the charging Knight Order.

"Boom—!"

With an explosion-like roar, the scorching Breath spread like erupting magma, not only scorching the ground but also hurling the attacking knights into the air. They screamed in pain, sent flying and sprawling on the ground.

"Roar—!"

The pitch-black Dragon then descended from mid-air, arriving above Shane and his party, turning its gaze to everyone in front of it, and let out a violent roar.

The roar transformed into surging waves of air that swept over everyone.

"Artlu’s Black Dragon!"

"It’s Artlu’s Black Dragon!"

The surrounding spectators were all crying out at this scene, watching in trepidation.

Even Jerome, blinded by rage, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him, cooling him from head to toe as he looked at the Black Dragon descending from the sky, his heart filled with a mix of shock and anger.

Even he understood that facing the rumored Artro Black Dragon, sheer numbers on his side were useless.

That was said to be the Legendary level Demon, a King of Demons near invincibility, that unless the Guard Knight Order arrived, which noble’s private army or Private knight group could possibly subdue such a Demon?

"Have you come to your senses, Duke?"

It wasn’t until now that Shane spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You didn’t really think you were the dominant one, did you? No way, no way."

Those words made the veins on Jerome’s temples bulge, his fists clenched tightly, the fury in his heart was palpable.

After all, when had he ever been treated thus?

As a Duke, as the highest class of Nobles, a true Royal family, even the Royal Family had to greet him with smiles. In the neighboring small countries, even the Kings flattered him. How could Jerome ever have been subjected to such treatment?

This was also why he dared to confront Shane with the Knight Order despite knowing Shane was not someone to provoke lightly.

In his view, Shane was still just a Viscount; even if he were outstanding, he should at least show respect to his, a Duke’s, face.

Who would have thought Shane would not give him the slightest respect but relentlessly mock and trample on him, not taking him seriously at all?

"You’re just a Viscount, and you dare treat me like this?" Jerome roared: "Do you really think you’re Princess Luoqi’s husband? You’re just a candidate!"

That was one of the reasons why Jerome dared to block the door.

After all, Shane was still just a candidate, not yet truly Princess Luoqi’s husband. Therefore, Jerome dared to be so assertive.

But then...

"Are you senile? Do you really think you’re that impressive?" Shane, having dropped his smiling facade, looked at Jerome and said indifferently: "Let’s not talk about whether I’m a candidate or a Viscount. I’ve been granted the Royal Token since when I was still an Adventurer. Have you forgotten, or do you genuinely not care?"

Saying so, Shane took out the Royal Token from within his clothes.

Seeing the Token, everyone seemed to awaken from a dream, recalling this fact.

That’s right, Shane held the Royal Token.

Because Shane had done so many admirable acts, many people had forgotten that Shane also had possession of the Royal Token.

"Seeing the Royal Token is as good as seeing the Royal Family themselves. I don’t need to teach you that rule, do I? Old man?" Shane looked at Jerome, whose face was turning from green to white, his voice unmistakably mocking: "Want to talk about status? I’d really like to say, you’re not the King, nor is there no one higher in rank than you. You’re a Duke, flattering to say, the highest class of Nobles, but blunt to say, a descendant of those sent to the frontier for failing to seize the throne. What do you have to be so proud of?"

"You... you..." Jerome’s hand was trembling as he pointed at Shane.

That was out of anger and annoyance.

He couldn’t believe that Shane dared to say such words.

This utterance was not only an affront to him, but nearly all the Dukes were ridiculed by it.

Those from the Duke’s families, hearing Shane’s words, twitched their mouths within the crowd.

But at this time, Shane didn’t hold back anymore.

"Want this guy?"

Shane kicked the Edel lying at his feet, a chilling smile appearing on his face.

"Fine, I’ll leave you the corpse."

Having said that, Shane mercilessly stepped on Edel’s neck, suddenly exerting force.

"Crack!"

Edel’s scream was abruptly cut off.

"No!!!!"

Jerome’s cry of grief echoed throughout the venue.