The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 602 - 626 Are You Serious

Chapter 602: Chapter 626: Are You Serious? Chapter 602: Chapter 626: Are You Serious? Oh Han Celestial, the small bamboo strip you left me holds no experience to handle this kind of situation!

To onlookers, everything seemed normal: the Human Knight and his companions stepped forward to bow, introduced the Three-Headed Dragon to the Succubus Lord, and accepted the crowd’s cheers welcoming the heroes—but only those involved knew how many words they had exchanged through their mental link. Lancelot explained the whole story, but Tijana’s gaze remained very displeased, and Lancelot felt both innocent and helpless.

What happened next was completely beyond his expectations. The Succubus Lord extended her arm, letting everyone kiss her fingers—a simple ritual to show respect, loyalty, acceptance, and protection. But when it was Lancelot’s turn, Tijana abruptly pulled him up and then fiercely pressed her red lips to his, as if to show defiance to someone.

Naturally, Lancelot responded and embraced the Succubus Lord, who first glared at him fiercely, then finally opened her doors to him.

“Don’t think you’ve cleared this hurdle!” Tijana’s voice rang in his consciousness, “I still have many questions to ask you!”

“At your service, my lady. How about tonight? I have some… fresh meat.”

“…Hmph!”

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The cheers from the onlookers reached a peak, mixed with plenty of loud whistles and boos, even cries of heart-wrenching sobs. Under the stare of nearly ten thousand eyes, Tijana pushed him away in less than ten seconds, setting the record for their shortest encounter, and Lancelot noticed that the face of the Succubus Lord was as red as a freshly erupted volcano—not just in color but in temperature as well.

Tijana turned around, her metal whip cutting through the air with a thunderous sonic boom. Her aura instantly changed, and everyone immediately shut their mouths and pricked up their ears to hear what the Succubus Lord would say next.

“Bessiah, have your people stay on the walls on guard, let Viska’s troops go back to recuperate. Solheim, tally the losses and deploy scouts to monitor the Demon’s movements. Braunville, organize the craftsmen to repair the damaged buildings in the city, and get back to work quickly…” Tijana rapidly issued a series of clear and precise commands before finally adding, “From now on, I’m paying for all the drinks in the city for three days. Alright, now everyone get back to work!”

Lancelot knew he had been mistaken; now was the true peak of the cheers—partly because there was a loud source of noise right beside him. Tijana then approached three Half-Dragon People, inviting them to her castle and taking little Isha with her. Meanwhile, Lancelot was left hanging as if the kiss had never happened.

“It seems you’ve run into a bit of trouble,” Alamir’s voice arose beside Lancelot, making him shift his gaze from the back of the Succubus Lord, “Need some professional advice?”

“You could tell?” Lancelot looked at the Elf with a pained expression, “Was it that obvious…”

“I am Shuni’s Priest, after all, and the intensity of the mind link you two just shared was so high, it hurt my eardrums,” Alamir shrugged, “Come on, let’s head back to Hagrid Manor first; you can’t imagine how much I miss the bathtub at home.”

“I’m off to see my old man first!”

Bruto threw the words at his companions and disappeared in a flash. Naturally, everyone completely understood; if it were them, they would certainly rush to check on their loved ones after a great battle.

“Sir Lancelot, thank you for your care all this time.” After the Dwarf left, Reap also spoke up, “I also have some personal matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now.”

“No problem, come to Hagrid Manor for dinner tonight, and we can divide the spoils by the way.”

“Definitely.” The Werewolf grinned, nodded to everyone, and turned to leave.

Only Lancelot, Kalalin, and Alamir remained in the squad. They crossed the stone bridge and once again walked on the familiar streets of Twin Bridges Town. Unlike the obscurity of the past, now every pedestrian on the street could immediately recognize Lancelot. Most of the mortal races would greet him respectfully, while the Demon residents cast mixed looks of fear, admiration, and challenge at him. It was not until they left the bustling main road and turned onto the quiet path leading to Hagrid Manor that they found some peace.

“Lancelot, Tijana is probably still mad at you, but there’s no need to panic…” Seeing that there were few people around, Alamir finally spoke, “It’s not a bad thing after all, it just requires a bit of handling.”

“I actually haven’t figured out what she’s mad about yet,” Lancelot said with a helpless twist of his mouth, “I’ve already explained the situation very clearly…”

“Shuni above, you really are thick-headed,” the Elf Priest shook his head helplessly, “Do you need a hint? It’s about the Three-Headed Dragon…”

“That I obviously know,” Lancelot glared at him irritably, “but I brought them back solely because of my concern for the battle. You all saw the actual results; they were very effective, if not for their destruction…”

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“Lancelot, Tijana doesn’t care about that,” Kalalin couldn’t help but speak up, “She is definitely upset because of the way you saved those three dragons.”

“But isn’t that what I am supposed to do?” Lancelot frowned and replied, “The spirit of a Knight demands that I…”

“Offer a helping hand to those in danger, right?” the Elf Priest interjected, “But you need to think from her perspective: you are her lover, risking your life to save other women, no matter how legitimate the reasons are, she’s not going to look favorably upon it. Don’t cite your moral duties or the knightly codes, love doesn’t heed your grand reasons. To her, all your risky acts can simply be categorized into two types: risks taken for a woman, and others. For Tijana, others don’t matter, but if it’s for a woman, that woman must be her. Do you understand what I mean?”

“No woman is acceptable?”

“Only those possibly posing a threat to her in a sexual context count as ‘women.’ Similarly, when I use the term ‘men,’ I am only referring to those who might replace you… any male creature. Going back to our original topic, the reason she’s mad at you ultimately is that she feels her position in your heart is threatened.”

“So it’s because I saved those female dragons…” Lancelot covered his face, “but I’ve already done it, and if a similar situation arises in the future, I would mostly still step forward…”

“You really are…” the Elf Priest rolled his eyes and pushed open the gates to Hagrid Manor, “What I said before, the reason is she feels her position is threatened, it’s about her feelings, not what you actually did. If she were certain that her place in your heart is always number one, you could go save thirty genuine princesses, not just three female dragons, and she wouldn’t bat an eyelid…”

“I’m suddenly questioning…” Lancelot looked at the Elf Priest with a strange gaze, “the lady of fire you worship… is she really a proper deity?”