Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble! Chapter 695: A Long Needed Vacation

The morning sun spilled golden light across the front gardens of the Holyfield mansion, warming the stone pathways and making the fountain’s water sparkle like scattered diamonds.

There was a pleasant chill in the air—not cold enough to bite, but enough to make the warmth of the sun feel like a gentle embrace.

It was, in every way, a perfect day for an outing.

A group of sisters from Joy’s order walked through the garden, their black robes catching the breeze.

Normally, no matter where they went, their faces were carved from stone—stern, composed, utterly devoted to the goddess above.

Their expressions rarely changed, their lips rarely curved into anything resembling a smile.

But today was different.

Today, they were laughing.

"Did you see the look on Sister Agnes’s face when she caught that ball?" One sister giggled, her voice light and unguarded. "I thought she was going to fall flat on her face!"

"She did fall!" Another sister chid in, clutching her stomach. "Right into the flower bed! I’ve never seen her so dirty and flustered in all my years knowing her!"

The group dissolved into laughter, their carefree joy a stark contrast to the stern, battle-ready won who had arrived at this mansion days ago.

They had co here to investigate Cassius, to hunt him down, to expose the demon they believed him to be.

They had braced themselves for a complicated, dangerous mission, expecting deception and manipulation at every turn.

Instead, they had found sothing entirely unexpected.

A holiday.

A resort.

A paradise that none of them wanted to leave.

"Have you tried the breakfast they’re serving this morning?" One of the younger sisters asked, her eyes sparkling. "The kitchen maids called it ’hash browns.’ It’s a fried potato dish, and I swear—I swear on the Goddess herself—it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever put in my mouth!"

"I had three servings." Another admitted, a sheepish grin on her face. "And I’m going back for more."

None of them blad her.

The food in this mansion was unlike anything they had ever experienced.

In their region of the continent, sisters of their order were forbidden from eating at—a restriction they had always accepted without question.

Their als consisted of whatever vegetables and fruits could be grown or foraged, prepared simply, eaten with gratitude.

But in honest terms, their food was...terrible.

Boiled peas. Mashed potatoes that were more water than potato. Carrots so overcooked they dissolved into mush.

It was slop—the kind of food you might feed to pigs, not people.

They ate it because they had to, because their faith demanded it, because the goddess required sacrifice.

Cassius had changed that.

He had curated a nu specifically for them—a rotating nu that changed every single day, filled with dishes made entirely from vegetables, containing no at at all.

And yet, every single dish was mouth-watering.

Every single dish made their eyes widen and their stomachs growl with anticipation. Every single dish made them forget, for a mont, that they were supposed to be investigating their host.

The sisters who had always been thin, who had always eaten sparingly, found themselves going back for seconds. And thirds. And sotis fourths. They could feel themselves growing fuller, healthier, happier with every al.

"I’m going to get fat." One sister lanted, patting her stomach. "When we go back to the capital, I won’t fit into my robes."

"Worth it." Another sister said imdiately.

They all nodded in agreent.

But it wasn’t just the food. It was everything.

The maids and wives of the household had welcod them with open arms—no hostility, no suspicion, no cold shoulders.

They had co expecting a den of debauchery, a place filled with scheming courtesans and conniving temptresses.

Instead, they found won who were kind, funny, genuine. Won who invited them to tea, who gossiped with them about nothing in particular, who treated them like old friends rather than enemies.

One sister had beco particularly close with a maid nad Bell, bonding over a shared love of old poetry.

Another had discovered that one of Cassius’s maids was an expert in herbology and had spent hours in her garden, learning about plants she had never even heard of before.

Several of them had even joined a volleyball ga in the back garden—a sport Cassius had apparently invented and had laughed so hard that their sides hurt for hours afterward.

Speaking of gas.

Cassius’s hospitality when it ca to entertainnt was nothing short of astonishing.

There were sports gas that he had created—badminton, tennis, football, volleyball, basketball—all of them so fun that the sisters found themselves sneaking out to play whenever they had free ti.

There were indoor gas too—board gas that he had sohow invented from scratch, gas that consud their minds and made them lose track of ti entirely.

One sister had found herself in the mansion’s personal library and had nearly wept with joy.

Books upon books upon books, many of them so old and rare that she had never even dread of getting to read them.

She had barely left the library in three days, devouring texts that scholars in the capital would kill to even glance at.

And then there were the events.

The fashion show, where they had worn beautiful clothes and felt, for a mont, like noble ladies rather than warriors.

The disco party, where everyone had danced until their feet ached and their cheeks hurt from smiling.

The tea party, where they had been required to wear the silliest costus they could find, and the sisters had dressed each other up so ridiculously that they had laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

And the treasure hunt.

One of the younger sisters had won that one—a simple scavenger hunt that Cassius had organized, with clues hidden all over the mansion and gardens.

The prize had been a plush toy, a small, adorable creature that none of them had ever seen before, and the sister who won had clutched it to her chest with such pure, unbridled joy that the others had been genuinely jealous.

At first, the sisters had assud all of this was a calculated strategy.

Cassius was trying to seduce them, they thought. To bring them to his side through pleasure and comfort.

They had braced themselves for manipulation, for the mont when the mask would drop and his true intentions would be revealed.

But then they had asked one of the maids about it.

"Oh, this?" The maid had laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "This is just how things are around here."

"The young master loves organizing things. He can’t sit still for five minutes without coming up with so new event or ga or party. It’s exhausting, honestly."

But she had said it with a smile so warm, so genuine, that there was no mistaking her aning.

"But it’s never boring. Being with the young master is never, ever boring."

The sisters had stared at her, stunned.

This wasn’t a sche. This wasn’t manipulation.

This was just...Cassius.

The sisters had looked at each other, and in that mont, they had understood.

They had been here less than a week. A few days.

And already they felt lighter than they had in years.

The constant weight of duty had eased. The endless pressure of being servants of divine will had lifted. They laughed more, ate more, slept better.

They felt...human. Alive.

If this was what a few days felt like, what must it be like to live here?

To wake up every morning knowing that the day would bring sothing new, sothing wonderful, sothing to look forward to?

To be surrounded by people who genuinely cared, who would ask how you were and actually listen to the answer?

The sisters understood now why these won stayed with Cassius despite the rumors.

Why they bore the whispers and the judgnt of the outside world. Because this—this life, this warmth, this joy was worth more than any reputation.

So of the sisters had even stopped investigating entirely. They went through the motions, made their reports, checked the boxes. But their hearts weren’t in it anymore.

They didn’t want to go back to the capital, with its cold stone walls and its boiled peas and its endless, exhausting vigilance. They didn’t want to go back to being soldiers, weapons, tools.

They wanted to stay here.

More than that, they wanted Cassius to be innocent.

They wanted to believe that the man who had given them these days of peace, was exactly who he seed to be.

He was goofy, sotis. He made jokes that were terrible and laughed at them anyway. He got distracted easily, forgot what he was saying in the middle of sentences, seed to operate on a frequency that no one else quite understood.

But there was no malice in him. No cruelty. No darkness.

He was just...a man. A strange, wonderful, impossible man who loved the people around him with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.

The sisters didn’t know what they would do if Joy tried to move against him. Their loyalty was to her, yes.

But Cassius had given them sothing they hadn’t realized they needed: proof that they could be happy. That they could be more than just weapons of divine will.

They prayed silently, as they walked through the sun-drenched garden, that Joy would find nothing wrong with him.

That the accusations were false and the demon they had been sent to hunt was actually, truly, genuinely a good man.

"Wait you guys—Look!"

One of the younger sisters stopped abruptly, pointing toward the front of the mansion.

"Look over there! Isn’t that Lady Maria?"