Lilith pouted. “In simpler terms, this guy came up with something called a talent show, naming it *Abyss Idol: Best Demon Edition*.

The hunting privilege became the grand prize for each season’s champion, attracting demons eager to join the hunt.

This allowed the demon lords to monopolize hunting rights and conveniently rig the process. After all, the ones they truly wanted to promote weren’t always the strongest, but the ones who were both capable and obedient.

As for those who were ambitious troublemakers or simply thorns in their side, the lords could ‘reward’ them with the hunting token and send them to the human realm to die with dignity.

This way, the demon lords solidified their control over their factions more effectively.”

Lilith pointed to herself with a hint of helplessness. “To ensure these troublemakers were dealt with and to make sure *this guy* didn’t get himself killed by some random demon, they sent me along.

Don’t get it twisted—just because I’m tagging along doesn’t mean I’m his familiar. I’m a free demon, got it?”

Rowan grinned confidently. “Come on, admit it. Didn’t the project address the pain points of our clients?”

Lilith rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, absolutely. It was a total success.

The regularly held ‘Debt Collectors’ Summit’ has become the most significant unofficial gathering in the Abyss.

Even the demon lords who initially didn’t sign contracts now beg to form agreements with this guy just to join the inner circle.

In the Abyss, everyone hates him to the bone, but they’re all praying for his long life.”

Lilith turned to Vera. “If you ever end up in Hell or the Abyss, just dropping his name will get you a long way, trust me.”

Vera stared at Rowan for a long moment before timidly asking, “You… Are you really a holy knight?”

Rowan thought for a moment before nodding firmly. “Absolutely.”

As the final holy rune was etched onto Vera’s face, Rowan clapped his hands and stood up.

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“All done! With all these seals in place, I can finally get a good night’s sleep.

Oh, by the way, you’re sleeping here tonight.”

“What?! Over my dead body!”

Vera immediately wrapped her arms around herself, glaring at Rowan with suspicion. “If you dare try anything, I’ll take you down with me!”

Rowan scoffed, full of disdain. “First of all, even if you tried eight hundred times, you couldn’t hurt a single strand of my hair.

Second, over twenty of the thirty seals I just placed are for your protection. If you somehow manage to kill yourself, I’ll give you my head to kick around like a ball.

And lastly, I wouldn’t touch you even if you begged me to!

Seriously, get it straight—I travel with a succubus. Do you think I’d have any interest in you?”

Vera’s gaze shifted to Lilith, her initial alarm morphing into pure disdain.

“So, you’re into that kind of thing… Ugh!”

Rowan instantly jumped up, completely triggered. “Slander! She’s slandering me! Lilith, this is all your fault! If your figure were just a bit better, would I have to endure this kind of insult?”

Enraged, Lilith straddled his shoulders and began biting his head. “You ungrateful bastard! I, the great Lilith, have stooped to accompany you, and this is how you repay me?

It’s your fault I’m like this! And you dare blame me? Watch me bite your head off!”

As the human-demon squabble escalated, a voice called from outside the tent.

“Your Highness!”

“What is it?” Rowan replied, still wrestling with Lilith.

“There’s been a major discovery. Please come quickly!”

“Alright, give me a moment to take off my hat!”

After a series of clattering noises, Rowan emerged from the tent, sealing it with a holy light barrier.

“Your Highness, are you alright? Why are there bite marks on your forehead?”

“What bite marks? These are the marks left by my new hat.”

“Are you sure? They’re starting to bleed…”

Rowan waved his hand, casting a holy healing spell over his forehead. “Never mind that. What’s going on?”

“Your Highness, we’ve captured a werewolf hiding among the people.”

“A werewolf?” Rowan paused, glancing at the towering Holy Watchtower nearby.

The structure, apart from marking the border of the Holy District, carried immense sacred power. It had been blessed by high-ranking clerics and annually cleansed with holy water.

For ordinary people, its proximity provided healing, like a massive totem.

How could a dark creature like a werewolf appear here?

“Take me to it,” Rowan commanded.

“Yes, Your Highness. This way, please.”

Knight Commander Keltis led Rowan deeper into the camp, explaining as they went.

“Our patrol was out gathering supplies when one of the guards accidentally bumped into a traveling merchant.

As you know, our armor is blessed by high-ranking clerics. When it tore the merchant’s clothing and touched his skin, he was instantly burned.

That’s how we realized what he was and captured him.”

“So, without physical contact, you wouldn’t have known?”

“Correct. That’s what’s so alarming. We can’t detect them otherwise, which is why we need your expertise.”

Rowan’s brow furrowed. To not fear the Holy Watchtower and evade the Black Knights’ detection… If this were a one-off, it’d be manageable.

But if it wasn’t?

“A progenitor vampire escaping, a saint candidate assassinated, and now a werewolf immune to detection by the Black Knights…

This is shaping up to be a serious problem.”