Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 445 445: Righteous Wrath (1)

Third Person's POV
Seeing this, for a brief moment, disbelief froze her thoughts, but then anger surged in them.
Where did this man get the audacity to touch her?
Yet Lucien either failed to notice or seemed to ignore the murderous chill that had flooded her gaze willfully.
Wearing a solemn, righteous expression that oozed an unreal amount of hypocrisy, he spoke firmly, as if delivering a moral verdict.
"Why are you still worrying about that man?" he demanded.
"He is an adulterer and a thoroughly corrupt person.
He is not worth your concern and doesn't deserve you, Virelle.
I already warned you before that this man was no good. Now my words have come true, and everyone can finally see the kind of filth he truly is."
His words were carefully chosen as his face molded into one of disgust and disappointment aimed squarely at Ethan.
But what Lucien failed to realize was that every syllable only poured fuel onto the fire burning inside Virelle's chest, leading to the final fragments of goodwill she once held toward him quietly disintegrating into nothing.
From a short distance away, Lucien's elder sister Fiona observed everything unfold.
She had been so interested in the scene in the aquare, but she nearly facepalmed at her brother's reckless behavior, and upon seeing the cold fury etched across Virelle's expression, she knew instantly that her idiot of a brother had just destroyed any remaining chance of a favorable relationship.
Virelle's loathing surfaced without restraint and was written clearly across her face as she spoke in a flat, chilling tone.
"Let go of my hand this instant, Lucien… or you will witness something you have never seen before."
This time, Lucien's carefully maintained composure shattered, and his expression twisted into raw jealousy and unrestrained rage as he roared,
"Why?! Why do you still care about that bastard even after everything?! He is a cheating, pompous piece of trash!"
His features contorted with an almost monstrous intensity as he gazed at the beautiful features of Virelle and her beautiful body, finally realizing that he wouldn't be able to obtain this girl for himself, leading to feelings of resentment and hatred filling his mind.
And just as Virelle prepared to wrench herself free with force, a sharp, piercing scream of pain ripped through the square, cutting through the whispers like a blade and forcing every head to snap toward its source.
"Aaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhh—!!!"
Just a few moments earlier…
Ethan's gaze had remained fixed and unmoving, and his grip firm as he continued to hold the blond man's wrist without the slightest sign of loosening.
His expression was calm to the point of indifference, as if the person struggling before him was nothing more than a nuisance.
In contrast, the blond demon wore a strained and almost pitiful smile.
Yet behind that mask of false show of helplessness, a sinister glint flickered unmistakably in his eyes as he stared at Ethan with the emotions of resentment and calculation swirling together.
"Everyone, please take a good look at how shameless this person is," he said loudly, deliberately raising his voice to draw attention.
"Even now, he refuses to release me. I could have easily broken free by force, but out of respect for the esteemed deacons and their rules, I have chosen to restrain myself."
As he spoke, members of his entourage seemed to get a signal as they immediately reacted.
Their faces twisted into exaggerated expressions of grievance and righteous outrage, and several of them stepped forward slightly with their voices overlapping as they cried out toward the deacons.
"Respected Deacon, please intervene and save our young master!"
"This miscreant is deliberately trying to humiliate and harm him!"
"Yes! Such a lowly person must be punished severely and made an example of, or chaos will spread within the academy!"
More and more other voices also joined in as some of the students echoed their demands with growing fervor.
The square was soon filled with noise, accusation, and thinly veiled hostility.
Yet despite the escalating scene unfolding before him, the thin, sickly-looking deacon with sparse gray hair remained utterly unmoved.
His sunken eyes showed no reaction at all, as if he were observing something trivial and unworthy of attention.
However, the muscular, blood-haired demon deacon standing behind him was not so detached.
As his eyes fell on Ethan, he recalled yesterday's incident vividly, the slap he had delivered to the vampire girl without any hesitation or fear.
Slowly, a calculating thought began to form in his mind.
'If I punish and humiliate this brat publicly… Lord Cadell will surely hear of it once he returns from the Blood Fiend battlefield,' he reasoned.
'That could put me firmly in his good graces. And judging by appearances, this blond youth clearly has powerful backing, too.
A favor from him and the family standing behind him would not go to waste.'
Having reached a decision, the bulky deacon cleared his throat, the sound sharp and deliberate, silencing the cacophony of voices and drawing everyone's attention towards him.
He stepped forward, his heavy boots striking the stone ground with authority, and addressed Ethan in a loud, resonant voice.
"You there.." he commanded.
"Release that student's hand immediately and cease your intimidation.
If you refuse, I will be forced to punish you righteously for your repeated offenses and your blatant disregard for our warnings."
At those words, the blond demon turned toward him at once, his face lighting up with relief and feigned gratitude.
"My sincere thanks, Lord Deacon, for your just intervention," he said, bowing slightly.
At the same time, a secret sound transmission slipped from him toward the deacon.
'If you help me cripple this man and imprison him in the Black Depths of the Devil Burial Ground, my clan and I will be eternally grateful to you.
We will owe you two favors, ones we will try to fulfill with all our strength. By the way… my family is the Wilds family of the Burning Wilds Prairie.'