“Yes, we looked into the recent unusual demands, and it seems the chief priest governing the Orobas temple has changed.”
At that news, Duke Orobas furrowed his brow.
“So that’s how it is……!”
Wondering why there was such urgency, it turned out to be a demand for a new “sincerity.”
[Please provide evidence that Orobas is not a demon as soon as possible.]The content of the letter that arrived just a while ago was even oppressive.
“Why on earth is this happening!”
[Recently, the subjects are suffering due to Orobas’s laziness. God is angered. Hence, offer gold on the altar……]He really had no idea why God would be appeased with gold.
“What a mess this is……”
Duke Orobas gritted his teeth.
It seemed that Vainka would suffer for being labeled a demon, but it was quieter than expected.
Was everyone driving toward a demon family, or did Saint Beril say something?
The amount of gold demanded was no joke. It seemed like they wanted to rip out Orobas’s entire gold mine.
Duke Orobas contorted his face.
“If you thought you’d be fine even when labeled a demon, then I wish Orobas had been the one labeled.”
At least Vainka wouldn’t hear “prove you’re not a demon by offering gold” since Saint Beril was personally inspecting internally.
Moreover, if it’s proven that he’s not a demon, he can clear his debt at the temple, and more than anything else.
‘…….’
Duke Orobas recalled the fleeting image of Saint Beril he had glimpsed in the temple.
Her eyes veiled in white, her delicate viridian hair flowing down.
The way her slender fingertips fiddled with her robe was enough to stimulate Duke Orobas’s darker instincts.
What would it feel like to defile such a pure-looking woman?
He had lost his appetite. Duke Vainka must have already taken her, so her purity was gone. He found that regrettable.
The joy of claiming the purest virgin in the world had been stolen from him.
He clicked his tongue.
“Show appropriate respect in the temple.”
What can you do when the person in charge changes?
Thinking that, he ordered to offer a slightly smaller amount of gold than the temple had suggested.
Even that would have been considered enough respect by the previous clergy.
However, days later.
[God is still angered. If you show sincerity, God will consider that you have repented for past sins.]A reply came, stating the lack of sincerity.
Not only that.
[This temple has yet to receive evidence proving that Orobas is not a demon.]The pressure began to intensify.
[First, make clothes out of silk from the Salcra region, touched by no more than three people……]God even had the knack for recognizing the highest grade of silk.
“Heh.”
Duke Orobas clicked his tongue as he saw the increasingly audacious demands from the temple.
It was clear they wanted respect for the temple, not an apology to the gods.
There’s a certain decency even in extortion.
“If they start like this, they’ll eventually ask to remove Orobas’s pillars.”
He felt he had made a mistake somewhere.
Coexistence with this new priesthood seemed impossible.
“They must be planning to make a big score.”
He was incredulous.
Rumors that he paid well had circulated among the priests, and priests from the neighboring areas had started sending covert letters to Orobas.
[Monsters leaking from Orobas have attacked our jurisdiction’s residences…]Isn’t that a matter for your paladins or the nobles of your territory to handle?
At this rate, he’d quickly be labeled a fool across the entire continent.
—Bang!
Making that judgment, Duke Orobas finally kicked his office desk and stood up.
“Butler!”
“Yes!”
The butler rushed over at the sound of his irritated master’s voice.
“I’m going to the underground vault.”
“What?”
The butler, who knew what was in Orobas’s underground vault, widened his eyes.
“That’s…”
“Enough. The temple already nags enough. Don’t add more.”
Duke Orobas waved his hand.
“Prove I’m not a demon? I’ll prove it.”
Very definitively.
In Duke Orobas’s underground, there was a tome passed down through generations detailing Orobas’s secrets.
“Why not just drink the holy water, hmm?”
He smirked.
Holy water was a rare commodity, difficult to obtain even from the temple, but the method for making it was written in Orobas’s tome.
Unlike the current Duke Orobas, the original duke had been devout, and left the tome.
Of course, it demanded a deadly price, but so what? As long as he didn’t die, what was the issue? What could he do without money anyway?
If the price wasn’t money, then it’s better to pay the price to keep the money, right?
“Understood.”
Finally, the butler bowed deeply.
Watching that, Duke Orobas grinned.
“Always wondered why my ancestors believed in gods. Turns out, they’re useful.”
So determined, Duke Orobas left his office.
Drinking the holy water would make it impossible for the priests to continue demanding proof.
“Master.”
At that moment, the butler, who had hurriedly gone outside, rushed back to him.
In his hand was a letter bearing the distasteful emblem of the temple.
“What now?”
The butler bowed his head, seeming troubled, in response to his master’s overt annoyance.
“The temple has moved up the date for the mass prayer.”
“These bastards really don’t hold back, do they?”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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