Chapter 296
Lord Luo Xiu’s firm words continued to echo in the hall.
Including Head Maid Anna, who had remained silent behind him, everyone was momentarily intimidated by his aura.
Thoughts flashed through their minds, and their gazes toward the man grew more admiring.
As expected of Lord Luo Xiu, look at this resolve, this faith.
To personally judge sin, he even deigned to risk his own well-being by testing the poison.
For the people of the Maya Empire, witches were not to be trifled with.
Even a slight weakness in will could lead to madness from close contact with a witch, ruining a person’s life.
Russell stood stunned for a few seconds before slowly reacting, “Lord Luo Xiu, but, but this isn’t according to the rules, is it?”
Although his admiration for Lord Luo Xiu grew even stronger in his heart, he still hesitated on the surface.
After all, this concerned witches, a matter of great importance, not a child’s play. If the Holy See were to question him, Russell would certainly not be able to bear the responsibility.
As for whether Lord Luo Xiu harbored any selfish intentions, Russell hadn’t considered it.
These two witches were indeed beautifully crafted. But for someone with Lord Luo Xiu’s qualifications and status, what kind of woman couldn’t he have? Why would he settle for these two inexperienced girls who hadn’t even fully developed?
Furthermore, even those high and mighty noble ladies would likely fall into Lord Luo Xiu’s arms with just a snap of his fingers.
Lost in these thoughts, Russell heard Lord Luo Xiu speak again.
He stood before the two little witches, his expression solemn.
“I will not coexist with such sin. It’s one thing if I hadn’t encountered them before, but now that I have, I must punish them severely.”
Lord Luo Xiu narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a chilling coldness.
“Ordinary execution is not enough to quell the hatred in my heart. In the name of Holy Light, I will lock them in an eternal, sunless cage and judge them harshly!”
Seeing this, Russell and the others exchanged glances, their mouths opening as if to say something more.
But a hint of impatience had already appeared on Lord Luo Xiu’s face. He waved his hand, “Alright, my decision is made. You need not persuade me any further.”
He then glanced at Russell, noticing the difficult expression on his face, and added, “You don’t need to worry. If anyone from the Holy See asks about this later, you don’t need to hide anything for me. Just tell them the truth.”
With things said to this point, even though Russell was filled with confusion, he could only force a smile and nod in agreement.
“Lord Luo Xiu speaks too gravely. We all admire your actions, and I believe the Holy See will understand.”
Lord Luo Xiu nodded and then gave Anna, who was behind him, a meaningful look.
“Let’s go.”
He swung his hand, picking up one little witch in each arm, and said coldly.
One of them was still asleep, while the other stared intently at Lord Luo Xiu, her eyes filled with hatred.
Judging from her expression, she wished she could devour his flesh, drink his blood, and tear his tendons right then and there.
The girl’s small, frail body trembled slightly. The thought of the man’s words just now made her tremble with fear.
She couldn’t imagine what kind of treatment they would endure in that so-called cage.
However, perhaps due to her body being too severely ravaged, she lacked even the strength to struggle now, leaving her at the mercy of others.
As he held them, Lord Luo Xiu instinctively weighed them, a little surprised.
Holding the two little girls felt as if he were holding two plastic bags, light as nothing.
It was unclear if this was due to the witches’ physique or because they were constantly on the run, starving from one meal to the next.
Lord Luo Xiu sighed softly in his heart.
Undeniably, under the influence of this medieval context, their miserable state was no less than that of a certain white-haired, red-eyed girl.
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As if wandering in darkness, it was unclear how much time had passed.
When Eileen’s consciousness returned, the noise was no longer chaotic, but replaced by a rare tranquility.
Yes, for her, who had lived in the slums for a long time, mere tranquility was already incredibly precious.
In the slums, there were the constant roars of drunkards, the shrill cries of prostitutes, and the screams of abused children.
It was a place where all the darkness and filth of the world gathered.
Her thoughts drifted for a moment, and Eileen suddenly realized it wasn’t the time for her to lament for the world.
She fumbled and touched something smooth and silky, unsure what it was. The little girl was startled and quickly threw it away, then opened her eyes and jumped up.
The moment she opened her eyes, Eileen froze.
What greeted her eyes was a scene that had only existed in her fantasies.
The floor was covered with a thick red carpet, there were expensive solid wood furniture everywhere, and a large, ornate chandelier hung from the ceiling. Everything was like a dream.
Even the thing that had startled her and she had thrown aside was a silky quilt, something she had never even dared to imagine.
Eileen’s small head simply crashed.
She slumped onto the large, soft bed, her legs spread apart like a duck sit.
Her pitch-black pupils widened slightly, her eyes vacant, her expression lost.
For some reason, a sentence suddenly popped into Eileen’s mind.
It was the chilling words she had heard before she fainted.
“Lock them in an eternal, sunless cage and judge them harshly!”
When she heard these words, Eileen felt despair.
Underneath the despair, there was a sliver of relief.
She had lived on the run, hunted by everyone, for too long. If it could end like this, it didn’t seem like a bad thing.
But fate seemed to have played a huge joke on her.
There was no torment as she had expected, nor was it the sunless cage the person had spoken of.
What a joke! If this could be considered a cage, then Eileen felt she could live here for a lifetime.
So… where did something go wrong?
Eileen didn’t know. The bedroom was empty, and no one could answer her questions.
She didn’t dare to make a sound, fearing she would break this fleeting illusion.
Suddenly, Eileen thought of something, and a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
No, someone was missing.
She quickly flipped over the soft, large quilt, but it was empty inside, with nothing there.
So she quickly jumped off the bed and searched everywhere in the bedroom.
Under the bed, under the table, even inside the closet…
Although she already had a vague premonition of misfortune, she persisted in searching every possible hiding place in the entire bedroom.
Nothing.
There was nothing at all…
Eileen collapsed onto the ground.
The thick red carpet beneath her offered a warm touch.
But her heart felt no warmth at all.
There was only endless sorrow and panic.
Serena was gone…
As for why Serena was gone, and where she had gone.
She closed her eyes in pain, not daring to imagine what kind of inhuman torture her friend would endure.
If it were just execution, it would at least be a quick end.
But if it were as the “priest” had said in the church earlier, the consequences were probably unimaginable.
Just as she was filled with despair and helplessness, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Brighter light streamed in.
The man smiled.
“How did you sleep? How do you feel?”
(End of this chapter)
