Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 476 - 189: The Divine Favored Little Incubus? The Online Writer Chased by the Editor (10K)_4

After much contemplation, Flandre decided to remind her father. Thus, she opened her mouth and said,

"Father, everyone harbors evil thoughts. Even the most perfect person, if you were to measure their heart and dissect it, it would ultimately be unbearable to look at.

Besides, four Divine Favored... If I were a deity, then by making a little sacrifice, I could crush a talented young man and cause great chaos. That wouldn’t be a bad choice at all."

"Don’t worry. I won’t be easily swayed by the will of the gods. I will use my own eyes to witness everything. Go now, Flandre, this discussion ends here for now."

In the stifled voice of the Duke of Lion Heart, there was a tone that brooked no refusal. Flandre knew that whatever she said next would not shake her father’s resolve.

Thankfully, things had not yet reached the worst-case scenario.

She made a Mage salute and was about to leave the dining room.

At this moment, the Duke of Lion Heart suddenly spoke again, "Flandre, regarding the matter of the Divine Favored, I allow you to inform Kael. Also, in a bit, you should leave Lion Heart Castle to find that runt from Gransham and give him a message." He paused, then added, "Tell him,

’I’m not dead yet. It’s one thing to play around, but if he keeps pushing, not even Caesar can save him. No one can. This is what I have said.’"

A smile tugged at the corners of Flandre’s mouth as she loudly responded, "Understood, Father!"

As Flandre left the dining room, it once again became empty.

The Duke of Lion Heart sat at the dining table in silence for a long time before suddenly bursting into loud laughter, "Kael, I look forward to you bringing me more surprises. I’ve been sitting in this position in Lion Heart Castle for too long, and I’m getting a bit bored.

Will you be the one to break the deadlock? In any case, entertain me to your fullest!"

He stood up, threw on the coat draped over the chair behind him, and turned to leave the hall.

Outside the hall, a maid feeding the canary in a cage instinctively twitched her hand, accidentally knocking open the latch of the delicate birdcage.

The canary inside the cage chirped joyfully and flew out through the birdcage’s opening.

The liberated canary sang happily in the air when suddenly, a shadow streaked across the sky.

The canary, which had been flying freely in the sky, couldn’t even let out a cry before a burst of blood splattered, and it fell from the sky, landing on the neat, trimmed lawn.

From afar, the maid of Lion Heart Castle heard the cheerful laughter of a group of young masters from the rooftop of a nearby tower.

"Ah, you missed with the spell just now. It looks like it hit something outside."

"It must have been some wild bird that flew in. You know, Lion Heart Castle is big, and occasionally some fearless wild birds fly in. If they get shot down, they get shot down. After all, it’s just a wild bird, right?"

"But still, even if it’s just a wild bird, it’s a life. It’s rather cruel for it to die accidentally because of the spell. I’ll go check if I can heal it."

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On the rooftop, the story continued, while elsewhere, another story was unfolding.

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[Location: Duchy of Lance, Royal Capital, Joy Street]

A player named "No.2" lifted his head to look at the sign of Joy Street. His face was filled with deep seriousness, and his handsome yet cold expression gave off a statue-like solemnity at first glance.

"So, this is Joy Street?" No.2 tightly gripped the nail head hammer in his hand and walked straight towards a corner of Joy Street.

Before long, he started hearing the occasional sounds of boasting and chatter coming from inside a tavern.

With large strides, No.2 entered the tavern and quickly found a drunken player named "Please Urge Me to Write More" in a corner of the tavern.

At this moment, the player Please Urge Me to Write More had not yet realized the impending disaster. He happily drank his wine while telling the surrounding natives stories from his self-authored novel.

The surrounding natives were very accommodating, listening to him talk and wildly cheering him on, shouting, "Tell us another chapter!"

Just as Please Urge Me to Write More was reveling in the natives’ praise, he suddenly felt a heavy slap on his shoulder.

Dazed, he turned and saw the newcomer behind him, only to be met with the sight of a nail head hammer slamming into his chest.

At the moment the hammer struck, Please Urge Me to Write More seemed to see a distorted mark appearing on his chest. His entire body was lifted slightly off the ground, and when he landed on the floor, there was already a pool of blood underneath him.

Despite the decreased pain levels in the game, it couldn’t resist such damage. Soon, Please Urge Me to Write More felt an uncontrollable, numb, and excruciating pain throughout his body.

He turned his head and glared furiously at No.2, "Are you crazy?! Why did you just hit me?!"

No.2 stood coldly in front of Please Urge Me to Write More, huffed, and said, "Please Urge Me to Write More, look up again and see who I am?"