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In the Church. 𝓯𝘳𝘦𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝓃ℴ𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝓬𝘰𝑚

"Mauleon, you're really pathetic," Dekan said, leaning back on the bench and sneering at Mauleon sitting far away.

"Huh, weren't you two inseparable during school?" Mauleon replied coldly.

"Yeah, so what?" Dekan asked.

"Don't your teachers ever get scared of you two?" Mauleon said.

"How could they? We're the top students representing the Knight College. The teachers adore us," Dekan replied proudly.

Hearing Dekan's words, Teacher Cat wanted to say something but thought better of it and held back.

Cornelia was sitting right next to Dekan, just like how they usually were in school, with no sense of distance between them.

Mauleon, on the other hand, sat far away at the other end of the church.

He wouldn't act this way if he were alone with Dekan or Cornelia.

But whenever these two were together, Mauleon would keep his distance.

"Could you ask her to put away that book she's holding?" Mauleon stared at the book in Cornelia's hands, feeling a chill down his spine.

At this moment, Cornelia had given up her knight armor and dressed as a nun instead.

For better assistance in Dekan's actions in the small town, the City Knight attire was obviously not as useful as the attire of the Holy Ritual Church.

Correspondingly, she also swapped her weapon from the "Battlehammer of Terror" (Double Pain) to the more genteel "Blood Detective's Book" (Book of Murders) (Physical).

"Your sister is much braver than you, Mauleon. It’s quite embarrassing," Dekan teased.

"You're quite close with Flora, aren't you?" Mauleon raised an eyebrow, showing obvious interest in Flora.

"Of course. She's our companion," Dekan replied.

"Flora, a good friend," Cornelia added seriously from the side.

Although expressionless, Cornelia's tone brightened considerably when she mentioned Flora. Her relationship with Flora was excellent; whenever Flora came to school, she would find Cornelia to play together.

"Haaa." Mauleon seemed to let out a breath, almost as if he were sighing.

He stood

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