In a dimly lit bedroom on the second floor of the castle, antiquity and luxury are blended, tranquility and solemnity coexist, and the lights are not lit.

The walls of this bedroom are adorned with murals depicting scenes from the Horning Empire, and the deep wood-grained walls and ceiling are rich in history.

On one side of the bedroom, the curtains of the large glass window are ajar, and outside, the castle courtyard and the mountains beyond, are still hidden in the night, and only the faint moonlight shines through the window, reflecting in all corners of the room.

In the center is a spacious four-poster bed, with a carved solid wood frame and pure white sheets and duvet covers on soft mattresses that look gorgeous and comfortable, and the headboard, two huge feather pillows, lie quietly there, as if inviting guests to a sweet sleep.

Not only is this bedroom reminiscent of the history and stories of the castle, but it also provides a comfortable and private space for guests to relax and enjoy a quiet evening.

It's just that...... The atmosphere is not like that.

Next to the four-poster bed, a blackened oak high-backed chair was firmly locked in chains, and a petite girl was unconscious, her long hair scattered over her shoulders, her skin pale as paper, and her slender fingers hanging limply on either side of the chair.

Her body was also firmly tied to the chair with several chains, and the shackles were like a cold and hard snake, tightly wrapped around her ankles, making it impossible for her to escape.

The little priest among the three girls of the Cress Empire, who is also another betrayer in addition to the Holy Maiden of Destruction, has returned to her usual appearance in a coma as petite and pitiful as she usually disguised, making it hard to imagine that she is a vicious resurrectionist.

It's as if acting has been carved into the bone marrow.

She has been banned from various physical and magical things, and although she can now activate her Bloodline power once, her attack attribute is too weak, and the threat is extremely low.

I don't know how long the silence lasted.

In the gloomy bedroom, the silence was pierced by the creak of a wooden door, and the chill of the cliff on a late autumn night 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.

Carrying an iron bucket full of water in his hand, he walked slowly into the room, each step heavy and clear, accompanied by the metal clash of armor.

He walked next to the unconscious girl, and without any hesitation, he dumped the bucket in his hand, and the cold water instantly hit the girl's body.

"Ahh

The water splashed, and the body of the goddess of the resurrection church trembled violently, and with a coughing sound, a pair of blue eyes flashed in horror.

She instinctively struggled hard, but the tight iron ropes held her tight, immobilizing.

"You ......!"

The goddess of the Resurrection Church was about to shout, but her words stopped when she saw the paladin's posture.

The paladin stood there, his eyes cold and cruel witnessing her reaction, without the slightest pity or hesitation, as if he had changed someone, which made the goddess official's heart instantly surge with a strong chill.

Morning...... And the afternoon...... This paladin doesn't seem to look like this......

In the dimly lit room at the moment, she was tied to a chair and seemed to be the focus of all fear.

The ornate furniture and decorations began to look oppressive, and she felt a sense of loneliness.

After a few seconds, the door was pushed open again, and the heavy wooden door creaked and rattled.

When the executioner came in, his hands were wearing thick cotton and linen gloves, while the priest was holding an old cloth mop.

Their eyes were equally frighteningly cold.

Their sophisticated looks and calm expressions looked like they were ready to clean up the garbage.

Strange scenes came into view one after another, making the atmosphere suddenly become more tense and gloomy.

"What are you going to do?"

The legs of the goddess officer trembled weakly, and she always felt that something was wrong with these three people!

But the paladin ignored any of her shouts and placed the bucket beside the goddess's chair.

And the executioner didn't look at her.

On the table was a roll of medical knives wrapped in sheepskin, which had been stored in the castle.

"You're going to bleed a lot later, but that bucket should fit it."

The executioner picked up one of the lancets, watched the delicate light of the tip of the knife, and explained indifferently.

The pupils of the goddess officer trembled violently, and she subconsciously looked at the iron bucket under her feet.

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

Compared to the daytime, these people are like three different people, and compared to the always gentle and resolute Goddess of Fate Church members, they are more like fake clergy disguised as evil side creatures!

"Ling...... Are you really the clergy of the Goddess of Destiny Church? ”

The goddess of the Resurrection Church trembled.

"Praise be to the Goddess!"

All three of them had terrible smiles on their faces, turned to look at her, and said in unison.

"You, you...... Ahh——!!!hhh ”

……

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

Soon the screams from the next door were heard.

With a brisk pace, the poet trotted merrily with open arms.

"That's it!"

With a smug expression, the poet patted Ranch on the shoulder lightly and quickly, as if to invite credit.

"In the future, the matter of reforming bad students will be handed over to you, Director Lan Fu of the Political and Educational Office."

Lanch smiled and praised.

He felt that his school team was more complete.

When everything is ready, it will surely make the Purgatory Cloister Academy great again.

At the same time, he will once again assume the position of Principal in his lifetime.

"Whew!"

The Great Love Poet crossed his waist and nodded.

"Great love poet, where did you learn it!"

Huberian looked at the poet of great love in disbelief.

Sometimes I feel that the poet is very good, and sometimes I feel that she is really evil.

Just listening to the heart-rending and desperate screams of the goddess of the resurrection church next door, Hubertian just wanted to cover her ears and bury her head and pretend not to hear.

It's as if your merit is being deducted by the second!

This trip to the shadow world is over, and I don't dare to go to the temple to worship the goddess anymore.

"Shouldn't such a simple thing be born with? Huberian, you are a shame of the demons! ”

The poet of great love looked at Hubertion, narrowed his left eye with disdain, and criticized Hubertarian in a stern tone.

“……”

Huberian was speechless for a moment.

Although the poet of great love seemed to criticize her, it was the first time that Huberian had heard a demon say that she was a shame of the demons, and she felt beautiful in her heart.

She hurriedly confessed to the goddess in her heart, and her mood should be very heavy at this time!

And Huberian wondered why the poet of great love could have such a high level of intelligence and the ability to act autonomously, no different from a real being.

If it weren't for seeing Lan Qi summon the Great Love Poet through magic cards, no one would have seen that the Great Love Poet was actually a summoner, not even the Blood Clan envoy who came to inspect the Demon Academy in the Shadow World last time.

"Alright, Secretary Huberian, it's time for us to have a good chat with this noble lady of the Cress Empire."

Lanch's voice on the side made Huberian quickly concentrate and sit up straight in her chair.

At the same time, sitting across from the two of them was the mage noble girl from the Crescent Empire.

In the team of the three girls of the Cress Empire, the female knight Saint of Destruction has died, another resurrection goddess is being tortured next door, and the last and only one who is not a resurrection is the noble female mage in front of Ranchi and Hubertion.

She was in a slump of shape, leaning back in her chair, tilting her head slightly, letting her brown hair hang down beside her cheeks, as if her eyes had lost their brilliance.

There is no intention to speak up, nor is there any intention to resist.

Anyway, after five hours, it's all going to be over.

All will die at the hands of the Bloodline.

Like her Cress empire, no one can save her.