Demon Laws
Chapter 45: The Man Who Comes Out Of Oil Painting

Dewey refused the maid to serve him and locked the door while bathing.

Standing in front of the mirror, Dewey restored his hair and revealed a small horn at the end of his forehead.

“Can't Chris make this horn better?” Dewey sighed. It seemed that he had to be careful from now on, not to let anyone else touch his head.

Fortunately, this horn was small and short so it could still be covered with Dewey's long hair. One more thing is, he must wear a hat if the situation and conditions are supportive.

Staring at himself in the mirror, an interesting strange thought suddenly appeared in Dewey's mind.

The two eyes given by Chris were mesmerizing eyes.

According to Dewey, this is not magic that makes women fall in love with him, but rather a kind of powerful hypnotic technique.

Dewey recalled the scene where he bargained with the demon maid back then.

What does Dewey want most when faced with an offer from a man who represents the devil?

Back then, the answer Dewey really wanted to say was ‘I want to go back!’

Back to the world again.

In that world there were his parents, friends, the girl he liked, as well as everything he had.

Although it is full of mystery, magic, and interesting, this world is still not his home.

If possible, Dewey will make a request to go home without hesitation.

So, Dewey asked Chris carefully. “Can you use some kind of space time magic?”

Next, Dewey explained as simply as possible. “I want to know, can use space-time magic to move me to another world. I've always been curious about this.”

Chris was surprised.

Oh, no, it's not that he can't time-space magic.

For a demon servant with boundless life, his knowledge was already unrivalled in the world.

What else can he not do?

Chris was really curious. Pursuing the mysteries of space magic is the dream of many witches. However, a teenage boy who has not enjoyed pulling her life to make such a request is undoubtedly confusing.

“I can time space magic, but I can't use it.”

That was Chris' answer. Then the demon maid explained, and Dewey understood immediately.

“I'm locked up here.” Chris smiled. “If I could use space-time magic, I've long since escaped from here.”

Makes sense.

Dewey nodded. Then his hope of coming home is gone.

Fortunately, Dewey was not as disappointed as he had imagined because he had known this world for many years and had a certain ability to adapt. He pondered for a moment before making his request. “Then, I want to learn magic.”

This little noble pointed at his own head. “I think I have a talent in spiritual power, but I have a problem in the power of feeling. I can't feel the waves of magic elements around.”

Later ….

A horn appears on Dewey's head.

Like what, yeah. Dewey touched his head while looking at himself in the mirror.

Like a radio whose signal is weak antennas are added.

This horn was a Dewey antenna which made him able to sense the magic waves around smoothly. The power of sensing Dewey became even stronger than other witches thanks to this horn.

It was a gift from Chris.

It seemed Dewey's request was too simple that this powerful demon servant felt unwell that Chris proposed. “Your request is very simple. As a deal, I won't make you lose, little friend. I'll give you one more gift. You are free to choose one of the few things I called earlier.”

‘Despiring eyes’, strong naga’ heart, as well as the ability to hear the contents of the heart and see the hypocrisy of others.

As a man of the most standard, Dewey certainly chose ‘mata mesmerizing’.

Imagine, electrocuting all these beautiful women with both eyes is also quite evil, right?

For the dragon's heart, Dewey had no intention of becoming a thug-like muscular man.

While the ability to hear the contents of the heart and see the hypocrisy of others, Dewey is more uninterested. The new politician needs that ability, he's not interested.

So, Dewey chose mesmerizing eyes.

Some kind of hypnotic technique.

Neither powerful witches nor holy nuns could escape the hypnotism of these two eyes.

However, the only drawback is that it only affects women.

Dewey closed his eyes, inhaled a deep breath, spread both hands and opened his palms to feel around.

The feeling of being lost before is gone.

The feeling of not feeling anything is gone.

Dewey could sense everything around clearly at this moment. His spiritual power spread out, as if it could touch every inch and corner of this room. Water droplets, rusty tiles in the corner, and bubble burst in the bath.

That's obvious! This feeling is so steady.

Dewey could not help but sigh.

The water ball was thick and clear, rolling slowly on Dewey's palm.

“It turns out this is magic. It doesn't feel bad.” Dewey.

The water ball broke, the water droplets rolled, then disappeared.

Magic elements can already be felt. In the bathroom, Dewey senses and controls the water element with ease.

Now, he only needed to learn the spell.

After having abundant magic power and sensitive sensing power, if studying the spell again ….

He could be a real witch.

Dewey was in the bathroom for two hours. By the time he returned to the study room in neat clothes, Housekeeper Hill had already stood up until his feet were limp.

“Young Master, your dinner...”.

“I'll eat in the workspace.” Dewey shook his hand. Looking at the old housekeeper who wanted to say something, Dewey suddenly smiled and said first. “Already, Dearest Housekeeper. I know that Dad told you to keep a close eye on me. Take it easy, for the next year, I will obey Father's orders. I will not get out of this castle, nor will I interfere in any property. For my monthly expenses, I won't ask you. Just relax.”

Quiet for a moment, Dewey then looked into the eyes of the housekeeper. “I don't hate Dad. I knew that he was not only a father, but also a head of the family. Sometimes Dad may not have the heart to punish his own son, but as the head of the family, he has to do it. I understand.”

The old housekeeper was stunned. The comforting words he originally wanted to say to Dewey were forced to be swallowed back.

Now, he also understood that Young Master was not an idiot. His mindset is just different from others.

The old housekeeper was about to leave when Dewey asked, “The wooden house I requested before leaving...”.

“It's done,” replied the old housekeeper quickly. “House of wood is fully built according to your request. You can see it tomorrow.”

“Thank you, I'm very satisfied.” Finished speaking, Dewey looked the other way to tell the housekeeper that he was allowed to leave.

After the door of the study closed, Dewey climbed the stairs to retrieve a book of astrological knowledge on a high shelf, then read it quietly.

At 12 midnight is coming soon.

After midnight ticking, Dewey stretched his waist, then checked to see if the door was locked. After that he moved the chair to take the oil painting off the wall.

It seems that the servants did their job well, there was no dust on the oil painting. Dewey looked into those two eyes.

After 12 midnight, the two eyes ‘live’ returned and looked at Dewey expectantly.

“For a long time no see, I think you must have been a beard fire.” Dewey smiled. “Last time I've seen the secret room below, as well as the objects left behind by the necromancer Semel. Now, I got a sentence of a spell that can release you from this painting.”

This was Dewey's first time using magic, so it was undeniable that he felt a little uneasy.

He subconsciously imitated the style of magician he had seen while using magic. Stretched out both his hands, then cast a spell with a low voice and a serious expression.

Dewey was not aware that his gestures and movements were currently very similar to Vivian's.

Finished reciting the spell, Dewey suddenly felt the mysterious power around was fluctuating.

Then Dewey clearly sensed the emergence of an undercurrent in abundant spiritual power, like there was an invisible straw that sucked up his spiritual power quickly.

After which, a faint light appeared on his fingertips. The light was sucked into the oil painting.

This should include succeeding, right?

Dewey took two steps back and stared at the oil painting in silence.

The fire came out of the oil painting, then the oil painting burned. Dewey jerks.

He knew that this oil painting was a family antique. If it burned, the old housekeeper would probably complain to his father.

However, Dewey did not even have time to pick up a glass on the table to water the oil painting, as the fire burned quickly.

The sound of an explosion rang out, the oil painting turned to ashes, then the fire drifted from the table to the floor. Ash and fire fly.

After that, Dewey saw a white foot stepping out of the fire.

His skin was so white and soft as snow and pearls.

For even the most picky of people, these two legs are very perfect. Slim, strong, straight, shiny.

A red robe as bright as a spring rose. Under the red robe was a striking snow-white skin.

Then is the long silvery hair. The beautiful body was wrapped by a red robe. His exposed neck and raised chest made one think, was he wearing any other clothes under that robe?

On it is that face!

This was the third time Dewey had seen this face.

First when seeing the apparition of Semel in the magic formation left behind by the Semel Astrologer two hundred years ago, in the secret room below.

The second is Joanna, a cold beautiful girl as well as a powerful witch.

Third, now.

This is the face of Joanna version is not cold and not arrogant, and full of calm charm. His gaze was much softer than Joanna's.

Dewey.

Long white hair, stunning beautiful woman, red robe.

The woman who came out of the burning oil painting was ….

Great necromancer, Semel himself.