Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"So this is what you believed?" the elderly dean sighed, his composure returning, but his voice carried a strong bitterness, "I only wanted a fair outcome; why did you have to do this?"

After speaking, the old dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scroll.

The pupils of those present constricted sharply.

"Soldiers! Stop him!"

But the old dean reacted swiftly, and the scroll emitted a faint glow that coalesced into a fiercely burning dagger, which he hurled with lightning speed.

Twelve consecutive short-range Divine Arts in the form of daggers were released one after the other until the scroll shattered. Throughout, the old dean had not put down the scroll.

"I came to the tribunal in respect of life.

I did not weep in sorrow, in respect of myself.

I believed that you would deliver a just outcome, in respect of justice.

I did not harm others, in respect of the innocent.

And now, I choose to kill you, in respect of humanity.

This tool can only be used twelve times, but this doesn’t mean my anger has but twelve bouts. Perhaps now you should learn how to respect others."

No one had expected that the situation would take such a drastic turn. The moment they were dumbfounded, the thrown daggers became a reaping blade, entangling Vels and Saka on the defendant’s bench into a mess of flesh.

Bright red blood stained the floor, rendering the scene momentarily silent. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The old dean put down the now ineffective tool, raised his hands allowing the soldiers rushing from the council to bind them, and burst into loud laughter.

Sister Astate also clutched her stomach and laughed, pointing at the several corpses, "Hey, hey! I’m turning myself in, Dawn Lord Church, Heretic Tribunal, Sister Astate, the one who supplied the weapons, greeting you all."

Just the night before, Kael had found him, asking whether he had been invited by any other church’s heretic tribunal.

Sister Astate gladly admitted and genuinely thanked Kael.

He hadn’t lied; the scroll indeed came from the heretic tribunal.

Even his actions were supported by the inherently extreme upper echelons of the tribunal. More precisely, without this determination to oppose other forces, executing the tasks of the heretic tribunal would have been impossible.

Now, he had effectively burnt all his bridges, only able to survive with the support of the heretic tribunal.

But this was fine, Sister Astate never minded taking the blame; he was more afraid of witnessing injustice and being unable to report it.

Now, seeing the main culprits dead beyond recognition, he picked up his weapon and swung it towards their heads, vanishing into light.

And Kael, with a slight smile, stood at the scene and addressed the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is a tragedy that should not have happened, with two civilians brutally killed here.

I declare the Orphanage head of Rock’s position revoked, to completely follow the directives and arrangements of the council.

Only to say, words that fool the dead should not be carelessly spoken.

As his employer, I’m quite helpless and self-reproachful; concerning Rock’s act of killing two ’civilians,’ I am willing to offer ample compensation, and I beseech the Judge, considering he is an old man and there were reasons for his actions, to mitigate his punishment...

After all, the deceased were not nobles, and so should be judged according to sanctions applicable to civilians, right?"

Kael detested this world where nobles were esteemed, but... at that moment, he felt the thrill of acting at his own will.

Kael’s gaze swept toward the audience gallery, where Baron Bernard was turning blue with anger, and next to him, the Baroness had already fainted. Your journey continues on empire