Chapter 26 The Torture

In a dim bedroom on the second floor of the ancient castle, old and luxurious blended together, tranquility and solemnity coexisted, the lamps unlit.

The murals decorating the walls of this bedroom depicted scenes of the Horning Empire, with the deep wood-toned walls and ceiling exuding a strong sense of history.

On one side of the bedroom, the curtains were half-drawn by a huge glass window. Outside, the castle courtyard and the distant mountains and forests were still hidden in the darkness, with only weak moonlight shining in through the window, reflecting off every corner of the room.

In the center was a spacious four-poster bed, its carved solid wood frame and pure white sheets and duvet on the soft mattress looking both luxurious and comfortable. At the head of the bed, two huge feather pillows lay quietly, as if inviting guests to enter a sweet dream.

This bedroom not only evoked the history and stories of the castle, but also provided guests with a comfortable and private space to enjoy a quiet night and relax.

However… the atmosphere was not so.

Next to the four-poster bed, a black, high-backed oak chair was securely chained. A petite girl was unconscious, her long hair scattered over her shoulders, her skin as pale as paper, her slender fingers hanging limply on either side of the chair.

Her body was also firmly bound to the chair by several chains, and shackles, like cold, hard snakes, were tightly wrapped around her ankles, preventing her from escaping.

The small shrine maiden among the three girls from the Kruit Empire, and also another betrayer besides the Saintess of Destruction, looked in her unconscious state like the petite and pitiful figure she usually pretended to be, making it hard to imagine that she was a vicious follower of the Resurrection Church.

As if the acting had been engraved into her bones.

Various physical and magical restrictions had been placed on her body. Although she could now activate a vampire authority once, her threat was extremely low due to her weak attack attributes.

It was unknown how long this silence lasted.

In the dark bedroom, the creak of a wooden door breaking the silence, and the cold air of the mountain cliffs of late autumn poured in.

The door slowly opened, and a tall male figure appeared in the doorway, his straight figure casting a long shadow in the dim moonlight.

He was carrying a bucket full of water, walking slowly into the room, each step heavy and clear, accompanied by the light clinking of metal armor.

He walked to the unconscious girl's side without any hesitation and tilted the bucket in his hand, the cold water splashing instantly on the girl's body.

"Ah!"

Water splashed everywhere, the Resurrection Church shrine maiden's body trembled violently, and a pair of blue eyes flickered in terror accompanied by a fit of coughing.

She instinctively struggled, but the tight chains tightly bound her, preventing her from moving.

"You…!"

The Resurrection Church shrine maiden was just about to yell, but stopped when she saw the figure of the paladin.

The paladin stood there, watching her reaction with cold and cruel eyes, without the slightest pity or hesitation, as if he had changed into a different person, causing a strong chill to instantly surge in the shrine maiden's heart.

This paladin seemed different in the morning... and in the afternoon...

At this moment, in the dim room, she tied to the chair seemed to be the focus of all fear.

Those ornate furnishings and decorations began to feel oppressive, giving her a sense of loneliness.

After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, the heavy wooden door creaking.

When the executioners came in, their hands were wearing thick cotton gloves, while the shrine maiden held an old mop.

Their eyes were just as frighteningly cold.

Their skilled and experienced appearance and their calm expressions were like they were preparing to carry out a garbage disposal job.

The strange scenes came one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly become even more tense and gloomy.

"What are you going to do?"

The shrine maiden's legs trembled weakly, feeling that these three people were very wrong!

But the paladin ignored her cries and placed the bucket next to the shrine maiden's chair.

The executioners didn't even look at her.

They unfolded a roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin on the table. They had been stored in the castle.

"You might bleed a lot later, but that bucket should be able to hold it."

The executioner picked up one of the willow-leaf knives, watched the tip of the knife refract a slender light, and explained indifferently.

The shrine maiden's pupils trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the bucket at her feet.

Her face was as pale as paper, and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. She didn't dare to think about it anymore after just glancing at the seemingly bottomless bucket.

Compared to the daytime, these three were like three different people. Compared to the usually gentle and determined followers of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, they were more like fake clergy disguised by evil creatures!

"You… are you really clergy of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny?"

The Resurrection Church shrine maiden's lips trembled.

"Praise the Goddess!"

The three of them showed terrifying smiles on their faces, turned to look at her, and said in unison.

"You, you… Aaaaaah—!!!"

……

In Room 201 on the other side of the second floor.

The screams from next door were soon heard.

Accompanied by a light and quick pace, the Great Poet opened his arms and trotted over cheerfully.

"Done!"

The Great Poet had a smug expression and patted Lan Qi's shoulder lightly and quickly, as if asking for credit.

"From now on, I'll leave the task of reforming bad students to you, Director Lan Fu of the Political Education Department."

Lan Qi said with a smile, praising her.

He felt that his school team was more complete.

When everything was ready, he would surely make Purgatory Corridor Academy great again.

At that time, he will once again serve as the principal in the real world.

"Huhu!"

The Great Poet put her hands on her hips and nodded.

"Great Poet, where did you learn this from!"

Hyperion looked at the Great Poet in disbelief.

Sometimes she felt that the Great Poet was quite good, and sometimes she felt that she was truly evil.

Just listening to the heart-wrenching and desperate screams of the Resurrection Church shrine maiden next door, Hyperion only wanted to cover her ears and bury her head to pretend she couldn't hear it.

Her merits seemed to be deducted by the second!

After this Shadow World, she would never dare to go to the temple to worship the Goddess again.

"Isn't such a simple thing supposed to be innate? Hyperion, you are a disgrace to the demon race!"

The Great Poet looked at Hyperion, squinted her left eye with disdain, and criticized Hyperion sternly.

"..."

Hyperion was speechless for a moment.

Although the Great Poet seemed to be criticizing her, Hyperion was hearing an evil spirit say she was a disgrace to the demon race for the first time, and she felt happy in her heart.

She quickly repented to the Goddess in her heart, she should be feeling heavy at this time!

Moreover, Hyperion was very curious as to why the Great Poet possessed such high intelligence and autonomous action, and was no different from a real living being.

If she hadn't seen Lan Qi summon the Great Poet through magic cards, no one would have been able to tell that the Great Poet was actually a summon, not even the blood clan special envoy who came to the Demon Academy to inspect the Shadow World last time.

"Okay, Secretary Hyperion, next we should have a good chat with this noble young lady from the Kruit Empire."

Lan Qi's voice made Hyperion quickly concentrate and sit up straight in her chair.

At the same time, sitting across from them was the noble mage girl from the Kruit Empire.

Of the three girls from the Kruit Empire, the female knight, the Saintess of Destruction, was already dead, another Resurrection Church shrine maiden was being tortured next door, and the last one, the only one who was not a Resurrection Church member, was the noble female mage in front of Lan Qi and Hyperion.

Her condition was low. She leaned on the back of the chair, tilted her head slightly, and let her brown hair hang down beside her cheeks, as if the light had already disappeared from her eyes.

She had no intention of speaking proactively, nor any intention of resisting.

Anyway, in five hours, everything would be over.

Everyone would die at the hands of the vampires.

Like her Kruit Empire, no one could save them.