Torture the hero, why has the Demon King's castle collapsed again?

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No, that's not the point!

Mino stared intently at the contract spell surrounding him. If he didn't reveal the information that fulfilled the contract, not only would the information exchange mission fail, but the other party could also randomly extract important information from his memories!

"In that case, I'll tell you some information about the Holy Round Table!"

In desperation, Mino quickly came up with a solution: "The Sacred Round Table, the divine artifact upon which the Kur royal family built their nation, possesses the power of 'prophecy'... one of its abilities is the ability to obtain a certain vague revelation of the future!"

Foreknowledge!

This is another method. Even if you demons know that the kingdom has a certain degree of precognitive ability, can you defend against it? How can you defend against it?

Mino proudly raised her chin, "Excuse me—we have cheat codes too!"

“Yes, I know that too,” Swell said calmly.

With a click, the light went out again just as it reached its other end... The Contract Technique proved it wasn't lying.

Mino froze, his expression instantly blank: "Impossible! This is something only the kingdom's high-ranking officials are qualified to know!"

He was startled, and quickly realized what was going on: "You... have a traitor within the kingdom!"

Mino felt a chill run down her spine. She hadn't expected that these demons had already infiltrated the kingdom's upper echelons without her noticing, and at the very least, had reached the level where they were qualified to participate in the roundtable meeting!

For a moment, Mino couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

"No need to struggle anymore, hero."

Swell's tone was tinged with amusement: "Tonight's seemingly accidental interrogation was something I had been preparing for a long time... I conducted a psychological profile of you from all aspects—your personality, habits, thought patterns, and blind spots in your knowledge."

“In my presence, all your actions and even your thoughts are transparent... Your only option is to obediently hand over the important information.”

"what?!"

Mino shuddered, her eyes wide with shock, as if struck by a blow, and murmured:

"So, you even found out about my secret collection of Kletina's panties...?!"

The room was slightly quiet.

"what?"

After a long pause, Swell spoke.

"Oh, you didn't know?" Mino quickly regained her composure, pretending nothing had happened, realizing she had let something slip.

"That's okay."

"Wait, Hero." Swell's expression turned grim. "You just said... what perverted thing did you do?"

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Mino said expressionlessly. "I just made a mistake that all teenage boys knowingly make."

"But you're a fully grown hero now! You pervert!!!"

"Stop arguing..." Mino said impatiently, "The contract spell's time is running out..."

[Ding—Mission Completed]

A crisp sound rang in her ears, and Mino's words came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down in disbelief and discovered that the intelligence had been successfully detected under the contract link!

"How...how could...such a thing happen?" Swell's book pages trembled violently. The "Mino image" he had painstakingly built up in his mind was shattered in that instant by a pair of panties!

There is only one reason why the contract technique can be valid.

The fact that Mino, the strongest hero in human history, stole the panties of the Demon King's castle's first scribe would definitely shake the Demon King's army if word got out!

It was still extremely impactful!

“I lost…” Swell took a deep breath and said with some complicated feelings, “Among your many attributes, there is one I overlooked—your level of abnormality.”

"As expected of... the most monstrous hero in human history."

"Hey! Don't give me random titles!" Mino snapped.

The magic power gathered around Swell slowly faded, and he appeared somewhat defeated, his voice weak and feeble as he said:

"The contract is established. In exchange, you will randomly receive a piece of hidden knowledge that is valuable to you."

"Let me explain it to you for now. The so-called secrets refer to knowledge from a distant era that can no longer be found in books, rather than rumors."

"Oh?" Mino, who hadn't been expecting anything, suddenly showed interest.

As members of the Book Demon clan, the transmission of knowledge is ingrained in their blood, and any hidden knowledge they can offer must possess a certain degree of authenticity.

"What is it?"

The contract spell was activated, and the pages of Svir's book began to turn one by one. With a flash of light, the pages unfolded before him, revealing a pale black, almost transparent ancient script.

"The blood of the goddess flows within the Kur royal family..."

……

The moonlight shone down.

"What do you consider to be royalty?" Before the Holy Church, Archbishop Hope's trembling voice betrayed neither nervousness nor excitement.

Faced with a group of civilians whose eyes still held bewilderment, Hope knew that even with his many years as the Archbishop of the Holy Church, it was not enough to determine Kalia's identity with just a few words.

Therefore, he decided to fabricate an unprecedented and colossal lie before all the citizens of the kingdom:

"The so-called royalty possesses the bloodline of a goddess!"

Chapter 73 Archbishop Hope's trump card

"The bloodline of a goddess...?"

"How...how could this be?!"

Hearing about this unheard-of secret, everyone gaped, exchanging astonished glances.

In front of the church, Hope spoke with a heavy expression:

"As everyone knows, neither the old king nor Princess Kalia... has been able to alleviate their physical ailments. The reason is that they possess a strong bloodline of the goddess!!!"

"The stronger the bloodline, the more it can attract the goddess's will... but this will also increase the burden on the body."

As she spoke, Hope wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her face filled with relief:

"Until today—after the royal family's continuous attempts, the goddess's will has finally descended upon our kingdom's jewel, the noble Princess Kalia!"

"That's why the Holy Church emitted a sensational phenomenon comparable to the birth of a saint!"

"Princess Kalia now embodies the will of the goddess, becoming the goddess's incarnation walking among mortals!!!"

……

"The bloodline of the goddess, what does that mean?"

Inside the Demon King's castle, Mino was somewhat surprised as she looked at the information presented by Swell.

Swell dutifully explained:

"This text was inherited from the legacy of countless book demons. Although the meaning of the word 'bloodline' has evolved countless times in ancient times, it is clear that... the current Kur royal family has an inseparable relationship with that supreme goddess."

"Perhaps, as the literal meaning suggests, the royal family is the bloodline of the goddess; perhaps the royal family's bloodline contains the goddess's will; or perhaps the royal family is simply the goddess's creation—there are too many interpretations."

"Given that only the Kur royal family was able to wield the legendary artifact, the Kingdom Round Table, this knowledge is by no means fabricated out of thin air."

"Is that so..." Mino seemed to realize something, gently rubbing her chin:

"I never imagined that the concept of bloodline was so prevalent in this world."

"Hey, but," he suddenly realized, "wasn't the randomly generated information supposed to be useful to me? It feels like I'm just listening to ancient myths."

"At least, that's what the contract magic believes."

Swell chuckled softly: "After all, you and Princess Kalia of that kingdom can be considered childhood sweethearts, can't you?"

"Princess Kalia's condition is much more serious than that of the old king and her brother Ota. Perhaps it's because the blood of the goddess within her is more concentrated..."

Thinking of Kalia's consistently weak health, Mino swallowed the words she was about to say.

He immediately became somewhat dissatisfied: "Having a stronger bloodline but a weaker body, isn't that bullying people?!"

Swell turned the pages slightly, but his voice was somewhat apprehensive: "Perhaps, when the royal bloodline becomes strong enough... the goddess might descend upon this world."

……

Archbishop Hope took a few steps back and stood behind Kalia alongside Grand Master Erwin of the Knights.

Countless gazes, filled with awe and hope, fell upon Kalia. Kalia's eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her pure eyes and looked earnestly at the people below her.

It was already late at night, but many citizens still came to this square dressed in thin clothes. The departure of the hero left the people of this country in a state of constant fear and unease.

Many ordinary people with children huddled together, and the infants in their swaddling clothes cried because of the slight chill, but the cries gradually subsided as they were comforted with apprehension...

Kalia knew that as long as she admitted what Archbishop Hope had just said, the people would believe the fabricated lie.

Because she is Kalia, the jewel of the kingdom, a sincere and pure royal princess, cherished by all the people of the kingdom—as long as she speaks to her people, they will believe in her without a doubt.

Moonlight pierced through the night, focusing on Kalia like never before.

She moved her lips, but ultimately did not utter the most perfect words for this occasion. With her hands clasped in front of her chest, Kalia's gentle voice echoed through every corner of the night.

May the goddess protect you—

Behind Kalia.

Erwin gently nudged Hope and whispered, "Archbishop Hope, think of something quickly. Is there any magic that looks like a miracle or a fabricated phenomenon? I'll cover for you; you can secretly cast a few spells behind Her Highness the Princess."

"In this way, the people will surely believe it without a doubt!!!"

"What kind of thing is that?!" Hope said irritably. "What do you take our Holy Church for? Superstitious missionaries who scam people out of food and drink?!"

"Is not it?"

Erwin blinked in confusion.

He often heard Prince Ota say in private that the clergy of the Holy Church were good at deceiving believers, and judging from Hope's performance today... he was right.

Hope was about to swear.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, as if he had thought of something. Lost in thought, he murmured softly:

"Perhaps we could try this trump card—"