Chapter 264

In a dimly lit bedroom on the second floor of the ancient castle, a fusion of antiquity and luxury, tranquility and solemnity coexisted, the lamps unlit.

The murals adorning the bedroom walls depicted scenes from the Honing Empire, while the deep wood-grain walls and ceiling exuded a rich historical atmosphere.

On one side of the bedroom, curtains were half-drawn beside a huge glass window. Outside, the castle courtyard and the distant mountains and forests remained hidden in the darkness. Only faint moonlight streamed in through the window, reflecting in the corners of the room.

In the center stood a spacious four-poster bed, its carved solid wood frame and the pristine white sheets and duvet on the soft mattress looking both opulent and comfortable. At the head of the bed, two large feather pillows lay quietly, as if inviting guests to drift into sweet dreams.

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

However… the atmosphere was far from it.

Beside the four-poster bed, iron chains securely locked a black oak high-backed chair. A petite young woman lay unconscious, her long hair scattered over her shoulders, her skin as pale as paper, her slender fingers drooping limply on either side of the chair.

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

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

As if acting was already ingrained in her bones.

Various physical and magical restrictions had been placed on her body. Although she could now activate a vampire power once, her own attack attributes were too weak, and her threat level was extremely low.

It was unknown how long this silence lasted.

In the dim bedroom, the creak of a wooden door broke the silence, and the chill of the autumn night on the mountain cliffs rushed 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 from his armor.

He walked to the side of the unconscious girl and, without any hesitation, tilted the bucket, the cold water instantly drenching the girl.

"Ah!"

Water splashed everywhere, and the Rebirth Church shrine maiden's body trembled violently, a pair of blue eyes flashing in terror amidst a burst of coughing.

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

"You…!"

The Rebirth Church shrine maiden was about to shout, but stopped when she saw the paladin's figure.

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

This morning… and this afternoon… this paladin didn't seem like this…

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

The luxurious furniture 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 executioner came in, he was wearing thick cotton gloves on his hands, while the shrine maiden held an old cloth mop.

Their eyes were equally terrifyingly cold.

Their skilled and experienced appearance and their calm expressions made it seem like they were preparing to carry out a garbage cleaning job.

Strange scenes appeared 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 iron bucket next to the shrine maiden's chair.

And the executioner didn't even look at her.

He spread out a roll of medical knives wrapped in parchment on the table. They were originally stored in the castle.

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

The executioner picked up one of the willow leaf knives, watching the slender light reflected from the tip of the blade, and explained indifferently.

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

Her face was as pale as paper, and dense beads of sweat oozed from her forehead. Just a quick glance at the seemingly bottomless iron bucket made her afraid to think any further.

Compared to the daytime, these three were like three different people. Compared to the always gentle and resolute believers of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, they were more like evil creatures disguised as false clergy!

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

The Rebirth Church shrine maiden's lips trembled.

"Praise the Goddess!"

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

"You, you… Aaaaah—!!!"

…

In bedroom 201, on the other side of the second floor.

The screams from next door were soon heard.

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

"Done!"

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

"From now on, the task of reforming bad students will be entrusted to you, Director Lanfu of the Political Education Department."

Lan Qi praised with a smile.

He felt that his school's foundation was more complete.

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

At that time, he would once again take up the post of 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!"

Huberian looked at the Great Poet in disbelief.

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

Just listening to the heartbreaking and desperate screams of the Rebirth Church shrine maiden next door, Huberian just wanted to cover her ears and bury her head, pretending not to hear.

Her merit points seemed to be deducting by the second!

After this trip to the 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? Huberian, you are a disgrace to the demon race!"

The Great Poet looked at Huberian, narrowed her left eye with disdain, and criticized Huberian in a stern tone.

"…"

Huberian was speechless for a moment.

Although the Great Poet seemed to be criticizing her, it was the first time Huberian had heard a demon say she was a disgrace to the demon race, and she felt happy inside.

She quickly and constantly repented to the goddess in her heart, feeling that she should be in a heavy mood at this time!

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

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

"Alright, Secretary Huberian, next we should have a good chat with this noble young lady from the Kiritian Empire."

Lan Qi's voice from the side made Huberian quickly concentrate her mind and sit up straight in her chair.

At the same time, sitting opposite the two of them was the mage noble young lady from the Kiritian Empire.

Of the team of three girls from the Kiritian Empire, the female knight Saintess of Destruction had already died, the other Rebirth Church shrine maiden was being tortured next door, and the last one, also the only one who was not a member of the Rebirth Church, was the noble female mage in front of Lan Qi and Huberian.

Her condition was poor, leaning against the back of the chair, her head slightly tilted, letting her brown hair fall beside her cheeks, as if the light in her eyes had been lost.

She had no intention of taking the initiative to speak, nor did she have any intention of resisting.

Anyway, in five hours, everything would be over.

Everyone would die at the hands of the vampires.

Like her Kiritian Empire, no one could save them.