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 chimed 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 women who had arrived at this mansion days ago.

They had come 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 something 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 blamed 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 meat—a restriction they had always accepted without question.

Their meals 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 menu specifically for them—a rotating menu that changed every single day, filled with dishes made entirely from vegetables, containing no meat 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 moment, 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 sometimes fourths. They could feel themselves growing fuller, healthier, happier with every meal.

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

"Worth it." Another sister said immediately.

They all nodded in agreement.

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

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

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

Instead, they found women who were kind, funny, genuine. Women 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 become particularly close with a maid named 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 game in the back garden—a sport Cassius had apparently invented and had laughed so hard that their sides hurt for hours afterward.

Speaking of games.

Cassius’s hospitality when it came to entertainment was nothing short of astonishing.

There were sports games 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 time.

There were indoor games too—board games that he had somehow invented from scratch, games that consumed their minds and made them lose track of time 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 dreamed 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 moment, 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 costumes 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 assumed 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 moment 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 some new event or game or party. It’s exhausting, honestly."

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

"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 scheme. This wasn’t manipulation.

This was just...Cassius.

The sisters had looked at each other, and in that moment, 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 something new, something wonderful, something 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 women stayed with Cassius despite the rumors.

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

Some 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 seemed to be.

He was goofy, sometimes. 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, seemed 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 something 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?"