The Paladin in the Abyss-Chapter 466 - 490 Styx Oath

Chapter 466: Chapter 490 Styx Oath Chapter 466: Chapter 490 Styx Oath Tijana stared intently at Lancelot, then suddenly flashed him a bright smile, and spoke:

“Then, let’s agree on that.”

“Okay,” Lancelot nodded, “We…”

“Wait a moment…” Unexpectedly, Kalalin suddenly interrupted their conversation. The Scholar looked at the Succubus Lord with a serious expression and said earnestly, “My apologies for the intrusion, Lady Tijana, but this operation involves significant concerns, I believe we need to sign a formal contract to govern the behavior of both parties.”

“A contract?” Tijana seemed quite surprised, “What do I need that for, I’m not a Bartez, contracts have no binding power over me.”

“Ordinary contracts certainly wouldn’t suffice.” Kalalin nodded, “But you are a Demon Lord, and I think you already have the qualifications to use the Styx Oath.”

Tijana’s eyes slightly widened, and in the next moment, the aura around her changed. The authority of a Lord returned to her, as if she were a Queen discussing state affairs with her ministers, about to make a significant decision.

“What kind of terms do you want?” the voice of the Succubus carried not a trace of emotion, stern as that of a Judge making an inquiry.

“Could one of you enlighten my ignorance and explain what a Styx Oath is?” Lancelot deliberately used a casual tone to break the abruptly tense atmosphere in the room, “And what are the consequences of breaking it?”

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“A Hell Contract relies on the power of the Lord of the Nine Hells, Asmodeus, to ensure its efficacy, while a Styx Oath draws on the power of the Stygian River. It can bind beings of a certain level of power, including Deities,” Kalalin immediately explained to him, “If one breaks the Styx Oath, the person who made the vow would instantly lose all their powers and revert to their most mundane form. Were it a Deity, it means being stripped of Divinity, and becoming the race with the most numerous followers of said deity. If a Demon Archduke breaks the oath, it’s likely they would turn into a lesser demon. Subsequently, the oath breaker would vanish from the Multiverse, and no means would suffice to trace their whereabouts.”

“Oh, it’s not quite vanishing,” Tijana shrugged, her voice no longer as harsh as before, “That fool would be thrown into a great furnace on the fourth level of the Nine Hells, imprisoned for five thousand years. It is said that the flames there ensure the prisoner absolutely won’t die, yet will suffer extreme agony, both physically and mentally. After five thousand years, if the prisoner isn’t dead, they’re mostly likely mad. Of course, it’s also possible to regain one’s sanity, since no sane individual would dare break an oath sworn in the name of the Styx.”

“Is that so? We Humans are still too young…” Kalalin murmured absentmindedly, “The Styx Oath is a tradition that existed before the birth of all mundane things; no one knows who first proposed such an oath, nor how the Styx enforces it. However, this type of contract actually benefits Fiends greatly when they truly need others to believe they will uphold their promises…”

“I have always had a good record when it comes to keeping promises,” Tijana said, glaring at the Scholar before turning to Lancelot, “But I will not ask for your unconditional trust, as that holds no benefit for you.”

“But the consequences of breaking an oath are quite severe…” Lancelot hesitated slightly, “Are you really willing to swear a Styx Oath for me?”

“As long as I have no intention of breaking my oath, the consequences don’t matter,” Tijana stretched her massive bat wings, “Tell me, Scholar of the Black Cult, what promises do you want me to make with a Styx Oath?”

“Please forgive my impudence…” Kalalin glanced at Lancelot, who nodded at him, and the Scholar continued, “Firstly, you must guarantee that in sending us to carry out this commission, it is not for any ill purpose; neither you nor your subordinates will attempt in any way to harm our lives or seek our Souls, nor will you assist others in doing so.”

“Quite reasonable,” Tijana nodded, “I accept.”

“Secondly, you will honor our arrangement to take only your rightful share of the spoils, which is three layers’ worth after deducting all necessary expenses, and not seize any part of the remainder in any form.”

“That’s fine. But is that what you’re fixated on?” the Succubus Lord nodded indifferently once more, “I agree.”

“Thank you. Lastly, you must promise not to use this Dwarven Holy Relic for any evil purposes, nor desecrate it in any way.”

“And in due course, to relinquish it to the rightful heir,” Bruto added, “What I mean is, you can keep them for as long as you want, but when you no longer need them, you should hand them over, for instance, to the Frostforged Dwarves…”

“I find your courage most admirable,” Tijana said solemnly, looking at Bruto, but she nodded, “Fine, I agree to this term as well. Anything else?” “That would be all,” Kalalin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, “Then, please make your vow…”

“Honestly, if I were a Demon, I could find a dozen loopholes in these loose terms, along with hundreds of ways to exploit them,” the Succubus Lord rolled her eyes, “But for Lancelot’s sake, I will add one more clause: not to interpret the content of the vow in any misleading way. Very well, I, Tijana, Lord of Twin Bridges Town in the Plains of the Abyss, swear in the name of the Styx…”

Tijana repeated the words of her promises, and as she finished, everyone felt something profound within their hearts, a sensation akin to when the Spell to detect lies was in effect in Androlina, letting them know assuredly that the Styx Oath was now binding.

“Well, the vow is made, the information conveyed, now you had best get moving,” Tijana made a gesture, her figure beginning to fade into transparency, “I believe the Werewolf has been waiting outside the manor for quite some time…”

“Farewell, my Lady,” Lancelot stood, giving Tijana a standard Knight’s salute.

“Good luck to you, my Knight,” the Succubus Lord smiled and nodded, completely vanishing from sight.

“Whoa,” Alamir then spoke again, “You guys are really brave; I wouldn’t dare to speak to a Demon Lord like that…”

“Sister Tijana’s presence was so powerful just now…” Little Isa spoke with a hint of admiration, “I hope I can be like that one day…”

“All right, let’s not keep the guest waiting too long, Hagrid Manor doesn’t really offer much to look at from the outside,” Lancelot opened the cellar door, “By the way, is that guy really a Werewolf?”