Chapter 30 Threat

‘Count Lecherley, to prevent you from being troubled by evil spirits again in the future, please allow me to cast a blessing magic on you.’

‘Alright… fine…’

While rendering the other party “impotent” was a good move, it was far from enough to prevent others from noticing.

Considering that the recording or surveillance magic was still active, Elia hypocritically asked for Count Lecherley’s opinion, then began to release a new round of holy light magic, fine-tuning his state.

His impotence certainly had to remain, and for ten or eight years at that. His language organization ability could be restored to normal, but as for other parts related to his life’s motivation, they would first be set to seventy percent and then slowly recover over a month, so no one would suspect her.

But after that, Elia was still somewhat dissatisfied, because Lecherley hadn’t truly repented. The punishment she inflicted merely prevented a crime from happening prematurely, and for Lecherley, who already had numerous wives and concubines and several children, there was actually no fundamental loss.

Furthermore, Lecherley had clearly been doing evil for years, yet had lived such a comfortable and carefree life, even relying on his “tools of the trade” (which she lacked) to enjoy himself for most of his life… The more Elia thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt.

A beautiful girl’s revenge is never too late, even after ten days or half a month… Ultimately, Elia decided that when others wouldn’t suspect her, she would then ensure the Count’s mansion received its due punishment.

‘Count Lecherley, by the way, does this room have a secret chamber?’

Having finished adjusting with the blessing magic, Elia asked curiously.

Even with the aphrodisiac, engaging in a “duel” with the Saintess was still very dangerous. Elia didn’t believe the other party would be so foolish as to come alone.

And no matter how good her acting was, Count Lecherley’s abnormal behavior before and after was a clear flaw. So she had already planned to drag out the observer in the secret chamber and give them a small “purification magic” shock.

As expected, Lecherley nodded. He fumbled around in a decorative vase nearby for a moment, and then the wall deep inside the room slowly slid to the right, revealing a hidden space about ten square meters large.

However, there was no one inside.

‘This guy actually came alone?’

Elia was somewhat surprised, but she soon noticed something amiss.

There was a cup of warm tea on the table in the hidden room, clearly indicating someone had been here not long ago.

They had simply escaped, either using teleportation magic or some other secret passage.

Elia’s heart sank.

Although the fault lay with Lecherley, the possibility of this incident being directly spread was minuscule. However, the fact that she had used magic to influence Lecherley’s mind was undeniable. If the other party were to keep this evidence and use it against her in the future… Elia dared not think further.

‘Count Lecherley, was anyone here before?’ Elia asked again, curious.

‘George? John? Mike?’

Lecherley tilted his head slightly, listing several names with a blank expression.

‘Oh no, he’s showing signs of mental confusion.’

Elia couldn’t help but inwardly panic. What she had cast wasn’t truly mental magic, so side effects were quite common.

‘I can only rely on this uncertain information to find him… Damn it, it’s all that bastard Hero’s fault!’

Elia grumbled inwardly as she guided Count Lecherley to leave with her.

However, the moment Elia stepped out of the room, a guard with blank eyes suddenly appeared in the empty secret chamber.

‘Huh, who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?’

It took him a good while to regain his senses.

‘Ah, I remember now! The Count ordered me to guard the Saintess and him here. The two left after eliminating the evil spirit. Everything is safe!’

‘Your Highness Elia, are you alright? That guy didn’t do anything to you, did he?’

Unlike Luke, who pretended to know nothing, Iris never trusted Lecherley from the start. Therefore, when she noticed the escorting servant taking a detour, she immediately realized their target was Elia.

Regrettably, by the time she returned to the original spot, Elia was nowhere to be found.

When she asked the people in the Count’s mansion, they all dodged the question. She urgently searched for Elia room by room, while the Count’s people began to interfere with and hinder her.

Just as she was so anxious that she wanted to go on a killing spree, Elia returned safe and sound. Iris no longer cared about the distinction between master and servant and instantly pounced on Elia, checking her all over.

‘Iris, I’m fine… I’m sorry I worried you.’

Although she was still troubled by the unseen peeping tom from earlier, Elia’s face showed no trace of worry that would alarm anyone. Instead, she gently comforted her elf maid as usual.

‘It’s good that Your Highness Elia is alright.’

After feeling moved and relieved, Iris quickly turned to glare at Count Lecherley and the others. Upon seeing Count Lecherley’s indifferent expression, devoid of his previous lewdness, she immediately understood everything.

‘As expected of Her Highness Elia.’

Unlike a certain cautious pinkette, in Iris’s view, anyone who dared to lay hands on Elia deserved death!

The fact that he was still alive and only somewhat mentally disoriented… was a fate that would only occur when encountering the kind and benevolent Elia.

If it were any other Saintess, Count Lecherley would probably have been sliced into a thousand pieces and his corpse dragged out to feed the dogs.

Questioning the Saintess’s methods?

Pah, do you, who blames the victim’s self-defense instead of accusing the criminal, even qualify?

Why don’t you try doing nothing and let the other party rampage freely!

It must be said that Luke greatly approved of Iris’s sense of right and wrong.

Unfortunately, a certain person didn’t think that way… Ultimately, until Luke overtly returned much later, a certain scummy pinkette was still anxiously searching for traces of the peeping tom, acting as if she herself were the one with a guilty conscience.

However, for Luke, this was a good thing.

‘Your Highness Elia, Miss Iris, see you another day.’

After leaving the Count’s mansion, Luke immediately bid farewell to the two women.

‘Sir Luke, see you another day.’

Iris bowed respectfully, saying goodbye to him.

Although Luke hadn’t appeared when Elia was in danger, as mentioned before, Iris had no intention of blaming him, an innocent party. She was only slightly disappointed in him, and her previous plan to create alone time for him and Elia was canceled.

However, Iris had no intention of letting Luke off the hook. She immediately thought of a plan to teach Luke how to better protect a partner and even intended to promote a series of textbooks to him… Luke’s eagerness to leave was also due to being scared by this.

Dealing with Iris was fine, but what he feared was having to put the lessons into practice afterwards. He didn’t want to protect that scummy pinkette, nor did she need his protection.

As a certain Hero pretended to leave, then went invisible and began to tail them, the two women returned to the bedchamber without incident.

Just as Iris left to do her maid’s work, a guard approached.

‘Your Highness the Saintess, Count Lecherley’s attendant has a letter to deliver to you.’

Elia’s heart pounded fiercely. She smiled and took the letter.

‘Thank you.’

After the guard, excited by the Saintess’s thanks, left, Elia quickly returned to her bedchamber, cast various protective spells, and then tore open the letter.

Without any surprise, what met her eyes was—

[If you don’t want that incident exposed, meet me tonight.]