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Chapter 166: Lanchi's Proclaimed Love
Chapter 166: Lanchi's Proclaimed Love
Under the emotional influence of the Great Lover, Viscount Augustine's anger surpassed his fear at this moment.
The prolonged seal earlier had apparently built up an unimaginable rage within him.
"Speaking of witches... I remember reading in the spell book left by the witch that you are an exceptionally cruel vampire. You love to take away the children of young mothers and drink their blood dry before their very eyes, reveling in their anger, despair, and blood."
Lanchi, having apparently finished his business with the clergy, could now focus on Augustine Viscount and said indifferently to him.
There was no discernible emotion in his tone, not even a hint of sentiment.
"So you want to judge me?! Human?!"
Viscount Augustine, as if he understood Lanchi's implication, roared with his last bit of strength,
"You hypocritical, pitiful creatures, preaching justice on one hand, while doing the very same deeds as the villains you denounce! Can you truly say where I have gone wrong and that you are absolutely right?!"
Hearing Viscount Augustine's words, Hyperion paused slightly, taken aback.
She didn't know how to refute the viscount.
In this chaotic and dark era, rules were a game that could be trampled upon, and indeed, the strong did have the power to decide what was right and wrong and to uphold justice according to their will.
If one wanted to deny the rule of the strong over the weak, overthrow the rule of the bloodline, and establish rules and order to protect the weak, one could not avoid repeating the cycle of the strong feeding on the weak and using violence to counter violence. The process was inherently no different from what the bloodline had done; it only birthed a stronger ruler who then ruled over the bloodline!
In this era, one could only be a tyrant; there was no path to becoming an emperor of righteousness.
The three clergy members, on the other hand, were equally lost for an answer.
If they were thoroughly evil like the Reborn Church, they might have firmly believed that it was only right for humans to slaughter the bloodline.
But after Viscount Augustine's questioning, they too were confused. Were they truly going against their principles of righteousness by doing what they were doing in the name of justice?
"..."
However.
A slight smile appeared on Lanchi's face.
"I never said I was going to uphold justice, nor did I claim that you are evil. I only believe that love can create miracles, and right now, I am trying to redeem you with love, hoping that you will become kind and friendly."
His voice was filled with compassion, as if he wanted to offer salvation to Viscount Augustine.
"......?!!"
Viscount Augustine, who had been holding on to some stubbornness and believed Lanchi to be a messenger of justice, suddenly trembled.
When his enemy still argued with him about right and wrong, he could at least disturb their minds with his words.
But.
This time, he was facing.
A complete madman.
There was no reasoning with such a being, and his mind would not be swayed by any enemy!
"Great Lover, would you help me train Viscount Augustine?"
Lanchi said to his soul partner, the Great Lover.
"For this kind of thing, you've come to the right demon. I'll guarantee results!"
The Great Lover, with a finger against her dimple, wore a sweet and blissful smile.
At the same time, Fred had mostly finished drawing blood from Viscount Augustine.
Lanchi also dismissed the summoning of [Glorious Virtue], and suddenly, the colors that seemed to have been forgotten in the bedroom were restored, with the flickering candlelight casting a soft glow on the canopy and illuminating the wooden carvings at the head of the bed.
The portrait and tapestry on the wall appeared somewhat hazy in the dim light, and the figures in the painting seemed to silently watch over everything in the room, while the manuscript and quill on the desk quietly awaited their master's return.
"By the way, Viscount Augustine, didn't you say that the bloodline lying on the bed was very weak?"
Lanchi walked to the bedside and looked down at Viscount Augustine, who was struggling to open his eyes, and asked.
"......Isn't that so?"
Viscount Augustine's heart was filled with foreboding, but he mustered his last bit of courage. He refused to be intimidated by these mere humans.
Lanchi patted the mummy and asked as if conducting an interview:
"Count Palokas, as a senior, do you have any comments on Viscount Augustine's evaluation?"
"Augustine, hello..."
The mummy's throat vibrated, producing a hoarse sound, but it seemed to choke halfway through.
"......Count?"
Viscount Augustine's eyes were filled with fear and disbelief, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
In that brief moment, the surge of magical power that flashed like the glimmer of light before death undoubtedly belonged to a count-level bloodline!
Viscount Augustine's mind recalled the ring of Count Palokas that Lanchi had shown him first, and he gradually pieced everything together.
What followed was true annihilation of all thoughts.
Just looking at Count Palokas, who was far stronger than him, living a life worse than death, Viscount Augustine's face turned deathly pale, both physically and mentally.
At this moment, he fully realized the danger he was facing, and the fear that bordered on hell almost drove him to collapse.
However, it was all too late and beyond redemption.
All his confidence, arrogance, and pride shattered in that instant, and the mental blow was too much for him to bear.
Like a balloon pricked by someone, it burst completely in an instant, and the light in his blood-colored eyes began to scatter.
"Look at how gentle and friendly Count Palokas has become. This is the power of love."
Lanchi had been full of goodwill towards Viscount Augustine from the start and had never shown a hint of hostility.
"Heeding Mr. Lanchi's words once is better than studying in the church for ten years."
The executioner, the Holy Knight, and the clergyman standing by witnessed everything, as if they had learned something new and suddenly enlightened.
As their practical skills improved, their faith seemed to be sublimated and integrated at this moment.
"It turns out that there is no right or wrong, no good or evil, only love is eternal, and love is a miracle... Having understood the truth, we will never again be shaken by the evil side of life!"
"Viscount Augustine, come and join the glorious evolution."
The three clergy members, each holding a pair of tweezers, pliers, and a surgical knife, could be seen smiling like crescent moons even behind their masks.
Their auras had completely fused into one.
"No, don't!!!"
Viscount Augustine's scream was like the most heart-wrenching curse in the abyss, piercing through the thick stone walls of the castle and echoing in the night sky above the mountain.
Outside the castle, the endless deep mountain forests and sea of clouds remained, with the moonlight weaving through them.
The night was tranquil, and the moon's glow gently bathed Lichten Castle, giving the ancient castle a hazy and mysterious beauty.
The sun would rise again the next day.
Everything would be warm and beautiful once more.
The towering spires and intricately carved windows seemed even more serene, and the rustling of leaves in the wind whispered the castle's fantastical tale.
Only the yellowish silhouette on the curtains depicted an unspeakable ritual.
The scene from the shadow world came to an end with this finale.
...
Ecclesiastic Academy.
At 2 a.m., a few lonely stars twinkled in the distant sky, and the profound outline of the Sage's Court main building almost melted into the night. Only the windows of the top-floor conference room were still lit.
The thin reflection of the magic screen's changing lights and shadows on the glass made the window's reflection jump in the night sky every time the screen flickered, finally disappearing into the vast night like a curtain call.
Most of the teachers had left by this time, and only a few remained seated at their round tables, watching.
Loren hadn't left yet.
With his hands crossed under his chin, he witnessed the three clergy members handling Viscount Augustine with the skill of seasoned practitioners.
"I'm not watching anymore. I won't watch Lanchi's shadow world next time, no matter what he does to me. If anyone asks, I don't know Lanchi."
Finally, Loren stood up, his voice sounding especially tired, and walked out of the conference room.
But the others knew.
Dean Loren wasn't just tired; he was numb.
And hearing that even the most honest and straightforward Dean Loren was starting to shirk responsibility, they felt that the dean was showing signs of being inhuman as well!
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The second shadow world has come to an end, and a new chapter in the real world will begin tomorrow!
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