Chapitre 242: The Fall of the Innocent

"I don't know who lied to you." An ominous glint flashed in Jean's narrowed eyes. "I'm an honest craftsman who follows Hephaestus' teachings down to the letter. I never possessed that map or anything demonic!"

Luna's lips curled into a smirk behind the hood obscuring her face. She walked to the counter, her slender fingers caressing the polished wood.

"Astaroth and his goons created the map..." She let a tense silence settle as Jean trembled before she continued. "No matter how well you hid it, its energy left traces."

Green flames engulfed her fingers as she tapped on the counter, causing Jean's legs to buckle in horror and his eyes to tremble.

Dread's icy fingers wrapped around his heart as he observed green lines spreading along his ground, walls, and displays. His breath caught in his throat when he noticed the demonic particles melding with dust in the air—another proof of his guilt.