The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Krant Island, the tide surges violently.

It is far from the coast of the Campbell Duchy; rather than being an island, it is more like a massive, forgotten reef in the northeastern Vortex Sea.

On the bare cliffs, there's only an ancient castle, weathered by time, standing resolute like a solitary sentry.

The tallest tower of the castle lights a beacon after nightfall, serving as a lighthouse to offer a faint direction for lost ships.

Apart from this, the castle has only a monastery, which can still be considered a decent building.

After vowing never to return to secular life and offering his soul and honor to Saint Sis, the young Jelock Campbell became a monk in this monastery.

His knight armor was replaced with a coarse robe, and his life was reduced to two things: copying scriptures and praying.

Although the Aus Continent had printing presses long ago, and paper-making technology is different from a thousand years ago, copying scriptures remains a monk's work.

The Holy Word Book cannot be printed like newspapers with machines.

In the afternoon, the prayer hall remains as cold as ever, not warmed by the rising sun.

Jelock sits quietly on the bench, eyes closed, hands clasped, performing daily prayers while repenting for his sins.

The air is filled with a faint musty smell and the salty tang of sea salt, seemingly with only two sounds echoing in the vast hall.

The roar of waves crashing against the cliffs outside the window, and the sweeping sound of brooms rubbing against the ground...

Suddenly, the sweeping sound stopped.

After a slight rustle of clothing, Jelock felt the bench beside him sink slightly, someone sitting down.

A scent of dust and hay wafted over, vaguely mixed with an unfamiliar incense, different from the clergy's usual scented boxes.

Jelock did not open his eyes, nor did he stop praying, and simply said.

"Who are you?"

He had met everyone in this monastery, including those soldiers guarding him and the lighthouse keeper.

He did not recognize this face.

Nor did he recognize this foreign scent.

The old monk sitting next to him seemed to pause, then gave a slight chuckle, putting his broom aside and spoke warmly.

"Winkto, just a trivial old monk."

Jelock did not open his eyes, just had a faint mocking smile on his lips.

"Who sent you?"

This place was his prison, and his brother watched him closely, taking such a risk to see him, likely not anyone trivial.

But whoever that person is, is destined to be disappointed.

He never had personal ambition, and after realizing his issues, he sincerely repented his sins.

He would not be used by anyone again.

The old man did not hide it, replying succinctly.

"Your Majesty."

Jelock's brows twitched slightly.

"...Which Majesty?"

His voice carried a trace of caution.

He initially thought that Earl Derek's followers had come to see him, but now it seemed he underestimated many things...

The old man looked at Jelock approvingly, a hint of surprise flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He didn't expect that this youthful knight, rumored to be naïve to the point of foolishness, still retained such keen political insight after exile.

It seemed the rumors weren't wholly accurate; instead, legends proved time-tested—indeed, the Campbell family birthed no ordinary person.

Of course, his Majesty was not inferior either.

The old monk ceased his charade, casting aside the harmless act, displaying an alternative worldly façade.

"Naturally, it's the Majesty whom you and your family truly ought to serve... Venerate King Theodore Devalu."

Jelock's eyes opened slightly.

Those bright eyes in the dim prayer hall shimmered with cold vigilance, his voice following suit.

"Why would the King's people appear here? Have you not learned your lesson yet?"

The old monk's smile remained gentle, even carried a trace of pity, responding indirectly.

"His Majesty says, the Campbell family is Ryan Kingdom's glory and the blade piercing the Ten Thousand Ridges Mountain Range for the Empire. We cannot idly watch this blade corrode with blood, nor see Campbell's lineage sink into the Abyss."

"Our Majesty understands your vow was forced, hence graciously invites you to his court. He believes, compared to your brother who abandoned tradition, you are the true future of Campbell Duchy, truly chosen by Saint Sis."

Sink into the abyss...

Ryan Kingdom's glory...

Jelock chewed over the old monk's words, feeling he heard the year's funniest joke, finally couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"Has the Campbell family become Ryan Kingdom's glory again? When did this happen, yesterday or the day before?"

The old monk faced his ridicule calmly, speaking gently.

"Isn't it true there are no permanent enemies in this world? As long as you win, the Campbell family will become Ryan Kingdom's glory."

"Campbell family's glory needs no one's acknowledgment; if someone must, that person would be a Campbell."

Jelock opened his eyes, gazing at the old monk with eyes tranquil without a ripple, as if looking at a palace jester.

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