24: The End of Baator

"Explain to you?"

Hearing this, Barto could no longer hold back.

His face was twisted with rage, and he roared in a low voice,

"Grace, stop acting! You shameless hussy!"

Before he finished speaking, Barto violently threw the letter in his hand.

"Look! What is this?!"

Grace picked it up and her pupils immediately constricted.

"This, this..."

Grace's fingers trembled, her heart greatly shocked.

Initially, seeing Barto so furious, she had thought the blackmailer had told him about her secret with Poke.

She had already prepared her defense, even how to twist the truth.

But she never expected that Poke would keep a hand and betray her?

"Wait!"

Just as Grace was flustered, she suddenly realized something was amiss.

"Barto, this isn't Poke's handwriting at all!"

Grace regained her composure and said righteously,

"Poke and I are completely innocent; there's absolutely nothing improper between us."

"This letter must have been fabricated by some sinister villain, using Poke's name to deliberately frame me."

"You absolutely must not fall for the bad guy's trick and doubt your own wife and son!"

However, Barto showed no wavering upon hearing her words.

He still looked at Grace with a twisted, half-smile on his face.

"Is that so? Then, Grace, I have a new question."

"Please tell me, how can you tell this isn't Poke's handwriting?"

Grace was stunned for a moment, her eyes darting around, frantically thinking of a countermeasure.

However, Barto was aggressive and continued,

"Poke is my personal butler; he has almost never come to the back house."

"And you, as my wife, usually live a life of luxury, only concerned with enjoyment."

"You have never inquired about any household matters, including signed documents."

"So, please tell me, how do you know this isn't Poke's handwriting?"

Barto glared, his brows furrowed in anger, his eyes like torches, seeing through everything.

The almost tangible killing intent made Grace's breathing hitch, her thoughts becoming rigid.

"Moreover, if this letter was truly forged..."

Barto took a deep breath, his eyes sharp, staring intently at Grace.

"Then, do you dare to come with me to Kura City's cathedral?"

"Under the gaze of the Goddess of Creation, swear that you haven't betrayed me with Poke, swear that Lola is my son?"

At these words, Grace, who had originally intended to lie and deny everything,

suddenly turned pale, as if her Achilles' heel had been struck.

Because, on the God-Given Continent,

the Goddess of Creation is the universally acknowledged, unique supreme deity.

No matter which kingdom, which sect, which power,

even some evil heretics would hold reverence for the Goddess of Creation and maintain basic respect.

Furthermore, within Kura City's cathedral, there were priests with extraordinary abilities.

If she were to lie under the gaze of the priests and the Goddess of Creation, she would surely be exposed, and perhaps even suffer terrifying punishment.

Therefore, Grace simply dared not agree.

She could only stand there, a lump in her throat, unable to utter a single word.

"Heh heh!"

Barto's face was full of scorn as he spat to the side.

"Grace, from today onwards, you are no longer my wife."

"Take your bastard and get out of the Barto Family!"

Barto waved his hand, preparing to have the attendants take him away.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, your acting is truly terrible."

"When I scolded you just as I entered, if you were truly in the right,"

"then according to your usual personality, you wouldn't ask me why I was scolding you, but rather you would say—"

Barto's face was full of mockery; he pinched his voice high and said in an exasperated tone,

"Hey, Barto, you damned useless old thing, why are you suddenly going crazy in my room?"

Grace's eye twitched, revealing a look of vexation.

Those were indeed words she would have said, after all... she was the Just Knight's sister; she wasn't afraid of Barto at all!

Seeing the attendants about to push Barto out of her room,

Grace's expression changed repeatedly, finally revealing a fierce look.

"Barto, you're right, you useless old thing, you really deserve to die."

Hearing this, Barto stopped moving and, sitting in his wheelchair, turned to look back.

"What, you, you think you can kill me?"

Barto shook his head and said with some disdain,

"Don't waste your energy. Instead of cursing there,"

"you'd better think about how to explain this matter to Gevas after I send you back."

However, no sooner had he spoken.

Barto saw a figure emerge from the shadows in the corner.

"Gevas? Why are you here?"

Barto was immediately stunned, then his heart sank with a thump, and he inwardly cried out, "This is bad."

So, Barto's lips twitched, and he was about to force out a smile.

But then Gevas, without a word, suddenly moved, like a rushing wolf.

In the blink of an eye, he had burst between Barto and the attendants.

The two attendants' hair stood on end, instinctively wanting to flee.

However, before they could even react,

Gevas, expressionless, extended both hands and pressed his fingers on the backs of their necks.

Crack!

The two attendants' pupils dilated, the look of terror on their faces completely frozen.

Gevas let go, and the two attendants' bodies went limp, falling down with a thud.

"Gevas, you!"

Barto's face changed drastically; he hadn't expected Gevas to be so ruthless and decisive, acting directly.

At the same time, he was also very shocked, having not expected the strength of an official Knight to be so powerful.

One must know that the two guards by his side were both Intermediate Knight Attendants.

With bare fists, they could wrestle with fanged wild boars.

Equipped with armor and swords, they could even fight and kill small packs of wild wolves.

Yet, in front of Gevas, they had no power to resist at all and were easily crushed to death!

Barto immediately felt some regret, wondering why he had been so impulsive.

He had dared to barge into Grace's room with two guards without investigating clearly.

And at this moment, Gevas slowly lowered his head, looking at Barto indifferently.

He sighed, and said faintly,

"Barto, it's a pity. Originally, I didn't really want to kill you..."

Hearing this, Barto was immediately horrified, a chill shooting from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

At this critical moment of life and death, he immediately shouted loudly,

"Wait, Gevas, you can't kill me, behind me is—"

Before he could finish speaking, Gevas clasped his throat with one hand.

"Wuwuwu~~~"

Barto struggled desperately, but Gevas's next words made him freeze on the spot.

"Stop shouting, Barto. If I'm not mistaken, the person you're referring to behind you..."

"should be the nobles of Kura City—Mr. Sal and Mr. Ke Lei Ji, right?"