The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

When Morancha Dawn studied the card purchase records and communication logs left behind by the former demon clan members, she discovered that the information she found was far less than she had imagined.

Those demons seemed to have used the Dawn Society and the cards as part of their disguise. Whether it was the card trading volume or their {communication card} data, it all seemed like a carefully crafted illusion.

If it weren't for the fact that the race field in the personal information section says "Demon Race," there would be absolutely no clue as to any connection to the demon's identity.

Their card purchasing list looked no different from that of ordinary spellcasters, and even more disorganized. They bought fire crystals and frost powder together, and ordered light scrolls and shadow materials in the same batch, like a nouveau riche with a smattering understanding of magic making random purchases.

This erratic purchasing pattern ironically became the best disguise, making it impossible for people to discern what school of magic they were skilled in, and naturally, to tell that they were demons.

In the social network of {Communication Card}, each demon is like a highly skilled actor.

They have a wide circle of friends, but they wear different masks in each social circle: in the Dwarven Merchant Guild's group they are rough and straightforward ore merchants, while in the Elf Poetry Society's chat room they become gentle and refined bards.

When Moran mass-produced and cancelled the communication accounts of these demons, it caused a huge uproar across the entire Valen continent's communication card network.

All users who have had contact with the demon will see a glaring message when they open the chat window of the demon friend: "The friendship level of xxx race is extremely evil, and the account has been banned."

This sudden social earthquake has triggered a chain reaction across various ethnic groups.

Moran saw through the monitoring system that countless chat windows instantly erupted in chaos.

In the human merchant guild's group chat, the president of a certain textile guild was frantically banging on a {communication card}.

"Help! My chess partner of ten years is actually a demon! He even tutored my grandson in the history of magic last week!"

"Is your grandson's soul alright? Wasn't a contract signed?"

"Does doing the homework assigned by the devil count? But I checked, and it's still my grandson! I just don't know if his soul has already been marked by the devil!"

"My condolences, old friend! Surely the devil isn't going to go to such lengths because of his teaching addiction! Nothing but souls would make him go to such lengths."

……

One orc stared at the message in the chat box for two seconds, then roared in the legion's group chat:

"Bloodhoof! That tactical advisor who always says 'meditate before fighting' is a demon? I even learned 'calm combat techniques' from him!"

The group chat exploded instantly:

"What?! Didn't he always advise us against signing spoils distribution agreements?"

"Yeah! Last time I said I wanted to sign a contract with a human merchant, he called me stupid!"

"...Wait, is he reverse-selecting 'easy prey'?"

"Damn it! I signed the 'mercenary insurance contract' he recommended!"

……

The goblins' {communication card} group usually only vibrates when there are big orders, but right now the message feed is exploding faster than an explosion:
"Urgent! 'Highly Effective Financial Advisor' Groke's account has been flagged as a 'demon'!!"

"What?! That guy just 'optimized' my investment agreement last month!!"

"Does he always say that 'the witch's contract sold in the card shop is too expensive, and he knows where to buy it at a cheaper price'?"

"Yes! Have you bought it?"

"I bought it."

"I bought one too."

"We're doomed! Did he add hidden clauses to the contract?!" "He's going to steal our souls!"

"The crucial point is that they haven't paid yet!"

"I'm going to find him! I'll take his soul after I die, but not without money!"

……

Panic-stricken messages popped up in the elves' treehouse council group: "Who recommended the organizer of the Morning Dew Poetry Society's latest event? Now his account shows as a demon!"

"It's me! He's actually the devil?! Good heavens! We were having dinner together in Moonglade just last month!"

"Oh! Poor Perseus, you didn't sign any of the paper items he handed you, did you!"

"He brought me my poetry collection and asked me to sign it... But I'm fine now, will he be okay?"

"How could a demon let any soul within its reach escape? The reason it hasn't harvested them yet might just be that the time hasn't come!"

"Grab him! Kill him! Then my soul can still be saved!"

……

A dwarven blacksmith's private chat window: "McKinney! That dark iron supplier you introduced to me..."

"Stop talking! I just saw the notification in the chat window! I swear on my beard, he really saved my life, how could he be a demon?"

"The Dawn Society will not make mistakes about the race of its members; all members sign a contract upon joining."

"We also signed a cooperation agreement with him!"

"It's over!"

“I just went next door to look for him, but no one was inside.”

……

Moran's analysis revealed that this massive purge of social networks affected almost every race—from human nobles to orc mercenaries, from elven scholars to goblin merchants, and even several lurking demon accounts were uncovered within the social circles of the dragon race, who rarely left Dragon Island.

The only ones spared were the angels; their friend lists were as clean as the land on Mount Paradise, filled only with angels.

When the investigation results were presented to the witches, Lilith was staring blankly at her alternate account in the Chaotic Realm.

Two of her three "demon friends" were her regular suppliers of blood, from which she obtained the demon blood.

"They even secretly helped me make connections with many races and purchased a lot of blood from them!" Lilith sneered, stroking the communication card. "No wonder I always manage to get goods that I don't have!"

Moran's fingertip hovered over a list: "The point isn't how long they've been lying in wait, but that they've been consistently targeting the witch."

Each witch on the list has at least one "close friend" in her social circle whom she has cultivated a relationship with for more than five years—these devils are like patient spiders, slowly weaving their webs around the witches.

“Moran, we need to tell the clan council about this and warn everyone,” Sylph said. “The existence of the Dawn Society has no deterrent effect on the demons.”

Moran nodded and sent the investigation results to the clan's witch.

The witch clan quickly issued a notice in the group chat, reminding all witches to be wary of the demons lurking around them.

That's enough. Witches are always very vigilant when they're out in the world. Although they treat people kindly, they won't let their guard down when it comes to their own safety, no matter how good their friends are, unless that friend is a witch.

Contracts cannot be signed carelessly. Only contracts witnessed by Lady Carmela's contract magic are accepted when traveling outside. Contracts given to you by others must be signed using a forged name created with contract magic. This is a crucial point in the continental travel guide course and is a guaranteed topic on every exam. (End of Chapter)