Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 865: Punishment Game

The girl's sobs echoed through the silent hall of the Holy Hall. Except for Jessica, everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound. Each person felt the faint killing intent emanating from Pei Yan, and no one dared to speak out of fear that this demon might turn his wrath upon them.

"Am I really that hated among you?" Pei Yan turned his head to look at Old Samikina standing beside him and asked in a half-joking, self-deprecating tone.

"Uh... this...!" Old Samikina was momentarily at a loss for words. It's not that he couldn't find an excuse for this nobleman, and he firmly believed that if he spoke up, he could brush this matter aside. But why should he? This was an internal affair among the emerging noble clans. He had already done his part by sternly ordering the young girl to step back. Now that Pei Yan was pursuing the matter, the Samikina Clan had no reason to offend this beloved figure of the Demon God for some insignificant newcomer noble, so playing deaf and dumb was Old Samikina's safest choice.

"Of course they hate you! But they also fear you! That's why they don't dare confront you directly; they take out their anger on me! Because you lost in a power struggle, and because my brother became your subordinate, in their eyes he became a traitor! And as the traitor's sister, being allowed to live is already their greatest mercy!" Jessica clenched her dress tightly, mustering the last sparks of courage within her to shout.

Pei Yan didn't speak as he slowly stood up from the ground. As he passed by Jessica, he gently patted her head in a gesture of comfort. Then he leisurely strolled over to the obese nobleman, who had collapsed like a puddle of mud, crouched down, and chuckled, "You are Marisello, correct? Is what she said true?"

"She, she, she..." Marisello was already scared out of his wits, his teeth chattering, unable to form a complete sentence.

"You want to say she's lying, don't you? Too bad, it's too late, I don't believe you!" Pei Yan said, playing with Marisello's hair, continuing, "So why did you bring her here today? To have her see what kind of person her brother serves, so you can have more pleasure when you continue to torment her later?"

Marisello trembled at Pei Yan's words, clearly his intentions hit the mark, and he hurriedly kowtowed like a chick pecking rice, pleading, "Your Highness, it's all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! I might have gone a bit too far with her, but, but, but it's all about the grudge between her brother and me. Yes, Your Highness, it's a personal grudge between us, not directed at you."

"Oh! So it's a personal grudge between you all...," Pei Yan said, standing up and gesturing around the hall with a laugh, "None of you hate me at all?"

"Your Highness, we wouldn't dare hate you, it's all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!" Marisello, spotting an excuse, clung to it desperately, insisting that it was a private matter with the Dalles Clan and not against Pei Yan, hoping to salvage the situation.

Pei Yan ignored him, walking around him with an expression of helplessness and self-mockery, "Misunderstanding? How could it be a misunderstanding? Clearly, it's my fault! This girl just said you're all afraid of me, and that's quite an exaggeration! Are you afraid of me? I haven't noticed at all! In my world, there's a saying: Watch the owner before hitting the dog. You Demon Race folks have Hellhounds, don't you?" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Saying this, Pei Yan turned to Samikina and asked, "Mr. Samikina, would anyone dare to hit your Hellhound for no reason?"

"I think few people in the Holy City would dare to do such a thing," Old Samikina straightened up and shrugged in response.

"See! This is what true fear looks like!" Pei Yan said, walking back to Jessica, placing a hand on her shoulder, and speaking in a slightly apologetic tone, "So you have a reason to hate me. It's I who deprived you of your noble life, and it's also I who didn't care enough for my subordinates. Your brother did well, to be honest. Although I don't care much about his life or death, he has been a loyal servant for the past five years. Failing to reward that loyalty is my failure and incompetence as his master. Here, I apologize to you, though this apology can't make up for the grievances you've faced over the years. But don't worry, take it slow, I'll make sure you're satisfied."

"As Prince Silver Wing, can I make decisions here?"

"Uh... well!" Listening to Pei Yan's indisputable tone, Old Samikina was truly caught off guard. The noble's life or death didn't concern him, but he truly had no authority to make this call! If he opened his mouth, this little ancestor might actually cause blood to be spilled in the Holy Hall.

"Yes! In the Holy Hall today, Prince Silver Wing has the power of life and death, and anything he decides represents my will!" A deep voice echoed from the distant hall, resonating throughout the sanctuary. When everyone heard that voice, they all bowed in submission, except for Pei Yan.

It seems that the speaker is the Demon God, the target of Pei Yan's visit. Now that he had spoken, Pei Yan had no more worries. He beckoned to a nearby guard, disgruntledly saying, "Why so clueless, don't you know to bring us two chairs?"

At Pei Yan's cue, two dazed guards immediately ran off, and soon, led by the guards, the attendant brought over two chairs understandingly. Without hesitation, Pei Yan sat in one of the chairs and gestured hospitably toward the other one.

Old Samikina, grateful to Pei Yan, was happy to watch the show after the Demon God's intervention and sat steadily beside him. Pei Yan drew the longsword from the guard's waist next to him and tossed it in front of Jessica. With one leg crossed, he leaned back in his chair and asked in a deep voice, "Do you want revenge? I'm giving you the chance to take up the sword and cut down the one who tormented you!"

With a clang, hearing the longsword falling beside her, Jessica was so scared she trembled all over, casting a side-long glance at the longsword, hesitant to make a move. Seeing this, Pei Yan seemed a bit impatient, pulling a cigarette pack out of his ring, flicking out a cigarette, and putting it in his mouth. He said with dissatisfaction, "Don't you hate him? Don't dawdle! I've got a lot of things to do! Pick up the sword and kill him! Don't tell me that you, as part of the Demon Race, can't even lift a sword, if you can't, then don't blame me for not standing up for your family. In the Demon Race, I'm not in the mood to look after a helpless lady like you!"

Pei Yan's words immediately resonated with the unrelated nobles present, as the knowing laughter throughout the hall proved. Killing and fighting have always been the eternal themes of this race. Even nobles are accustomed to resolving issues through duels. Pei Yan was right. If this girl lacked the courage to pick up the longsword, even the Demon Race would deem her unworthy of taking a stand for.