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Chapter 146: Lanchi's Misdeeds
Chapter 146: Lanchi's Misdeeds
In a dimly lit bedroom on the second floor of the ancient castle, where antiquity and luxury blended, and tranquility and solemnity coexisted, the lights remained unlit.
The murals adorning the walls depicted scenes from the Honing Empire, and the deep wood-grained walls and ceiling exuded a strong sense of historical charm.
On one side of the bedroom, the curtains were partially drawn, revealing a large glass window. Beyond it, the castle courtyard and the distant forest remained shrouded in the darkness of night, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the windows and casting shadows in the room's corners.
At the center was a spacious four-poster bed, with intricately carved solid wood frames and soft mattresses covered in pure white sheets and duvets that looked both luxurious and comfortable. At the head of the bed, two large feather pillows lay quietly, as if inviting guests to sink into a sweet slumber.
This bedroom not only evoked thoughts of the castle's history and tales but also provided guests with a cozy and private space where they could enjoy peaceful nights and unwind.
However, the atmosphere was far from tranquil.
Next to the four-poster bed, thick iron chains securely bound a tall-backed chair made of ebony wood, and a petite young girl was unconscious, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her skin was as pale as paper, and her slender fingers hung limply on either side of the chair.
Her body was also bound to the chair with several iron chains, and the shackles on her ankles resembled a cold, hard snake, tightly coiled, preventing any chance of escape.
She was one of the three female acolytes from the Krexe Empire, a minor priestess, and another betrayer aside from the Saintess of Destruction. At this moment, her unconscious state restored her usual fragile and pitiful appearance, making it hard to imagine that she was a vicious member of the Resurrection Church.
It was as if her acting skills had permeated her very bones.
Various physical and magical restraints had been placed on her, and although she could now activate a Bloodline ability once, her inherently weak offensive attributes made her a minimal threat.
No one knew how long this silence had lasted.
In the dim bedroom, the sound of a wooden door creaking open pierced the silence, and the chill of a late autumn night on the cliff suddenly permeated the room.
The door opened slowly, and a tall, male figure appeared in the doorway, his straight posture casting a long shadow in the faint moonlight.
Holding a water-filled iron bucket in his hand, he strode into the room, each step heavy and clear, accompanied by the soft clinking of his armor.
He walked up to the unconscious girl and, without hesitation, poured the contents of the bucket onto her.
"Ah!"
The water splashed, and the body of the female acolyte of the Resurrection Church convulsed, accompanied by a fit of coughing, and a pair of blue eyes flashing with terror.
She struggled instinctively, but the tight iron chains bound her firmly, rendering her immobile.
"What are you...!"
The female acolyte was about to shout, but her words died in her throat as she recognized the figure of the Holy Knight.
The Holy Knight stood there, his eyes cold and cruel as he watched her reaction without an ounce of pity or hesitation, as if he were a different person, causing a surge of fear in the acolyte's heart.
In the morning... and in the afternoon... This Holy Knight didn't seem like this...
In the dimly lit room, bound to the chair, she felt like the focal point of all fears.
The luxurious furniture and decorations now seemed oppressive, adding to her sense of isolation.
A few seconds passed, and the heavy wooden door creaked open again.
When the executioner entered, he wore thick linen gloves, and the priest carried an old cloth mop.
Their eyes were equally cold and terrifying.
Their skilled and calm demeanor made it seem as if they were preparing to clean up garbage.
The strange scenes that unfolded one after another heightened the tension and gloom in the atmosphere.
"What are you going to do?"
The female acolyte's legs trembled weakly, sensing that something was very wrong with these three individuals!
But the Holy Knight paid no heed to her cries and placed the iron bucket next to the acolyte's chair.
The executioner didn't even glance at her.
On the table, they laid out a set of medical tools wrapped in sheepskin, items that had been stored in the ancient castle.
"You might bleed a lot in a moment, but that iron bucket should be able to hold it all."
The executioner picked up one of the willow leaf knives, his eyes fixed on the thin beam of light reflecting off its tip, and explained indifferently.
The female acolyte's pupils trembled violently as she involuntarily glanced down at the iron bucket at her feet.
Her face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Just a quick glance at the seemingly bottomless bucket was enough to fill her with dread.
Compared to their usual demeanor during the day, these three individuals were like completely different people. Instead of the gentle and steadfast followers of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, they now resembled evil beings masquerading as false clergy!
"A-Are you really clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Fate?"
The female acolyte of the Resurrection Church stammered, her lips quivering.
"Praise the Goddess!"
A terrifying smile spread across the faces of the three individuals as they turned to look at her, and they replied in unison.
"Y-You...Ahhh!!!''
......
In another bedroom on the second floor, Number 201.
The piercing screams from next door soon rang out.
Accompanied by light, quick footsteps, the Great Lover ran over with his arms wide open, looking cheerful.
"It's done!"
The Great Lover expressed his satisfaction and lightly patted Lanchi's shoulder in a self-praising manner.
"From now on, leave the task of reforming problematic students to you, Director Lanfu of the Political and Religious Affairs Department."
Lanchi praised with a smile.
He felt that his school was becoming more and more complete.
Once everything was in place, the Inferno Corridor Academy would once again rise to greatness.
At that time, he would resume his position as principal in the mortal world.
"Huhu!"
The Great Lover crossed his arms and nodded.
"Great Lover, where did you learn all this?"
Huberian looked at the Great Lover in disbelief.
Sometimes she felt that the Great Lover was quite nice, but at other times, she felt that he was truly evil.
Just listening to the desperate and heartbreaking screams of the female acolyte of the Resurrection Church next door made Huberian want to cover her ears and bury her head, pretending not to hear anything.
Her merit points seemed to be deducting by the second! After this trip to the shadow world, she decided never to dare to visit the goddess's temple again.
"Something this simple, shouldn't you be born with the knowledge? Huberian, you are truly a disgrace to the demon race!"
The Great Lover looked at Huberian, his left eye narrowed in disdain, and reprimanded her sternly.
"......"
Huberian was left speechless for a moment.
Although the Great Lover seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time Huberian had been called a disgrace to the demon race, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of sweetness in her heart.
She quickly continued to repent in her heart, feeling that she should be feeling much heavier at this moment!
Moreover, Huberian was puzzled as to why the Great Lover possessed such high wisdom and autonomous action capabilities, resembling a genuine living being.
If it weren't for witnessing Lanchi summoning the Great Lover through the magic card, no one would have guessed that the Great Lover was actually a summoned being, not even the vampire envoy who had inspected the Demon Academy during the last shadow world visit.
"Alright, Secretary Huberian, let's now have a good chat with this young noble lady from the Krexe Empire."
Lanchi's voice snapped Huberian back to attention, and she quickly straightened up in her chair.
Seated opposite them was the Krexe Empire's female mage, the last of the three girls from the empire.
Of the trio from the Krexe Empire, the female knight, the Destruction Saintess, was already dead, and the other, the female acolyte of the Resurrection Church, was currently being tortured in the neighboring room. The one before Lanchi and Huberian was the only one who wasn't a follower of the Resurrection Church, a noble lady who was also a mage.
She sat there, her mood seemingly low, leaning back in her chair with her head tilted slightly, allowing her brown hair to fall beside her cheeks. Her eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle.
She showed no intention of speaking or putting up any resistance.
After all, in five hours, everything would be over.
Everyone would perish at the hands of the vampires.
Just like her Krexe Empire, there was no salvation.
(End of Chapter)
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