Chapter: Chapter 25
“Tsk, so does this count as a little secret between us?” Luo Xiu said casually.
However, he didn’t know that this unintentional remark made the girl’s heart tighten inexplicably.
Eileen hesitated and said, “This doesn’t count…”
Luo Xiu could also hear her muttering softly.
“How could I possibly have secrets with Selena…”
After she finished speaking, she quieted down.
Luo Xiu turned his head to look at her.
The girl sat quietly. Because she was sitting with her legs bent, the silky black dress draped down, revealing a small section of her fair leg skin.
In these past few days, perhaps due to the too-comfortable life in the manor, she had become much more casual in their daily interactions.
Eileen keenly noticed the man’s gaze.
She raised an eyebrow and pulled at her skirt, though it didn’t serve much of a shielding purpose.
“What are you looking at, pervert!”
The girl cursed as usual, but her tone was surprisingly a bit petulant.
In short, it didn’t sound like she was genuinely scolding him.
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Three days later.
A new guest appeared at Luo Xiu’s manor after a long time.
However, unlike Lance, who had clearly come with malicious intent last time, this guest had been announced in advance.
It was the current Saintess of the Holy See, Ichitia.
She was wearing the same kind of clothes as Luo Xiu often wore, a pure white robe, with a solemn cross outlined on her prominent chest.
She had long golden hair that shone brilliantly under the sunlight.
When Luo Xiu arrived at the reception hall, this was the scene he saw.
In his impression, he seemed to have had very little contact with this Saintess of the Holy See.
This should have been their second meeting.
Saintesses generally stayed active at the Holy See headquarters, praying devoutly every day and worshipping the Goddess.
Barring any accidents, she would have very few opportunities to leave the city gates in her lifetime.
Although she had lost her freedom, the Saintess had also gained corresponding status and position.
They were noble and served the Goddess day and night, and did not need to be overly polite even when meeting Your Eminence the Pope.
Luo Xiu spoke first, greeting her.
“It’s been a while, Ichitia.”
Ichitia turned around, her eyes clear and pure.
Seeing Luo Xiu, her eyes flickered slightly.
“Lord Luo Xiu, I apologize for the intrusion this time.”
Luo Xiu smiled. “Not at all. It should be me who was too reckless and caused so much trouble for Your Eminence the Pope.”
Seeing that he was getting straight to the point, Ichitia didn’t engage in excessive pleasantries and her tone became a bit stern.
“Lord Luo Xiu, the Holy See requires a reasonable explanation.”
“Explanation?”
Luo Xiu raised an eyebrow, his smile unchanged.
“Didn’t I already give you a reason? I, Luo Xiu, am irreconcilably opposed to this sin, so naturally, I must personally judge the witch.”
Ichitia looked intently at the man for a few moments before changing the subject. “If that’s the case, then please, Lord Luo Xiu, take me to observe how you judge the witch.”
Luo Xiu, who had anticipated this, was not flustered at all.
He nodded and led the way.
“Please follow me.”
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Passing through the corridor, Luo Xiu stopped in front of a room.
He turned around and looked at Ichitia, who was following behind him, and kindly reminded her, “The scene that will unfold shortly may be too graphic, so please prepare yourself, Saintess.”
Ichitia frowned, but said nothing, merely letting out a soft “Mm.”
Then, a slender, fair hand slowly pushed open the room door.
The room was pitch dark; thick curtains hung on every window, blocking any light that tried to penetrate.
Luo Xiu pushed the door open and politely moved aside, making half a step.
He looked at Ichitia. “Saintess, please.”
The sunlight from the corridor converged into a single beam, illuminating the doorway. Countless tiny dust particles danced in the light.
Ichitia frowned, did not refuse, and stepped into the room.
The moment she stepped inside, she stopped, her eyes widening. Her eyes revealed an uncontrollable shock.
In the center of the room, a series of blood-stained, grim torture instruments were displayed.
They were neatly arranged on iron racks, their cast-iron bodies gleaming with a cold, terrifying light.
Further ahead stood a tall wooden cross.
Bound to the cross was a girl in a black dress.
Her dress was tattered and stained with much fresh blood. The exposed skin was fair to an almost eerie degree.
However, at this moment, her face and body bore the marks of terrifying red whip lashes, adding a touch of tragic color to her.
The girl’s hands and feet were tightly bound to the cross with chains. Her head hung low, and she occasionally let out a weak gasp.
On the dark, damp floor, at the foot of the cross, lay another small, collapsed figure.
Her body was turned inward, her bare feet exposed. Each foot was bound to a heavy iron ball. Her shoulders twitched occasionally, proving she was still alive.
Who would have thought that such an outwardly ordinary-looking room would contain an entire meticulously crafted prison?
Ichitia was truly a bit shaken.
She had grown up in the Holy See since childhood and was chosen as the Saintess after reaching adulthood. She had hardly interacted with the secular world in her life, so how could she have imagined such a scene?
She reached out and pressed her chest, which was rising and falling unstably.
Fortunately, she had been mentally prepared, and Ichitia quickly calmed herself.
She raised her head and looked at the two small, pitiful figures again. Even though she knew they were witches, she couldn’t help but feel a sliver of pity.
Unlike those nobles with dissolute private lives, Ichitia, despite her pampered upbringing, had never witnessed such things.
The Goddess is merciful.
So Ichitia closed her eyes and backed out of the room step by step.
Luo Xiu stood at the doorway, watching her actions, and laughed, “What’s wrong? Didn’t the Saintess want to see for herself how I judge them?”
His tone was flippant. “If the Saintess doesn’t mind, I can give you a live demonstration.”
Saying this, Luo Xiu extended his index finger, and electric sparks flashed at the tip.
The man’s smile suddenly turned wicked.
“It’s just that those ordinary torture instruments are far from being enough to achieve the effect of judgment.”
“Does the Saintess want to see them tremble under my fingertips?”
The man spread his arms, his expression contorted in a suitably exaggerated manner.
As if he were a pervert who enjoyed torturing others, he said with a look of intoxication, “Tsk, I guarantee, Saintess, you will definitely like that feeling.”
Hearing this, Ichitia felt a prickling sensation on her scalp.
She had never imagined that this genius renowned throughout the Empire would have such a vile side in private.
This caused her last trace of goodwill towards the man to vanish.
Due to Luo Xiu’s status, Ichitia could not directly reprimand him.
She could only say euphemistically, “Lord Luo Xiu, although the witches have committed grave sins, they were, after all, citizens of our Maya Empire. Let’s give them a quick end as soon as possible.”
“I believe that after death, they will receive the Goddess’s forgiveness.”
(End of this chapter)
