Chapter 165: Rancière's Declaration of Love
lping Huberlian is an astonishing thingI just want to pass the exam.But it doesn't matter.Lanche feels that Vivian's feelings towards Huberlian aren't as purely malicious as Ferat's, but rather someth...Chapter 166: Ranchi's Declaration of Love
Impelled by the poet's grand emotions, Augustine, the Viscount, felt anger outweigh fear at this moment. (Due to caching reasons, please access the website directly through your browser for the fastest chapter updates.)
It's clear that the long imprisonment had built up unimaginable rage within him.
"Speaking of witches... I remember seeing it in a magic book left behind by a witch, you are an exceptionally cruel vampire who loves to take children from young mothers, draining their children's blood right before their eyes, and then savoring their anger, despair, and blood."
Lanche seemed to have finally finished his business with the clergymen and could now focus on dealing with Duke Augustine. He said to him in a flat tone,
His voice betrayed no emotion, not even the slightest fluctuation.
"So you want to judge me! Human!!"
As if understanding Ranchi's meaning, Lord Augustine struggled with his last strength and roared.
You, these hypocritical and pitiful creatures, claim justice while doing the same things as the villains you condemn! Can you honestly say I'm wrong, and that you are completely right
On hearing what Lord Augustine had said, Huberly was slightly taken aback.
She didn't know how to refute Lord Augustine.
In this chaotic and dark era, rules are a game that can be trampled at will. The strong truly have the power to dispense justice and judge right from wrong according to their own will.
If you want to deny the correctness of the strong ruling over the weak, to break the rule of the blood clan, and establish rules and order that protect the weak, then you can't avoid repeating the law of the jungle, using violence against violence, opening a bloody path. The process is fundamentally no different from what the blood clan did, only a stronger one emerges to rule over the blood clan!
In this era, there is no path to becoming a benevolent emperor; one must either be a tyrant.
On the other side, the three clergymen were also unable to find an answer.
If they were all as irredeemably wicked as the Reborn Church, perhaps they would believe with absolute conviction that it was divinely ordained for humans to slay blood races.
But after listening to Baron Augustine's questions, they too felt confused. Were the things they did under the banner of benevolence truly against benevolence
> "…"
However.
A faint smile appeared on Lance's face.
"I never said I was going to shout about justice, and I didn't say you were evil. I just believe love can create miracles, and now I'm trying to influence you with love, hoping you'll become kind and friendly."
His voice was filled with compassion, as if he wanted to offer Augustine the Count redemption.
" ...! "
I was still a little indignant, thinking Lancelot was some kind of righteous Augustine, but then I shuddered.
When the enemy is still arguing with him about right and wrong, he can at least disrupt their minds through words.
But.
This time, he encountered.
He seems to be a complete madman.
You can't reason with something like this, its mind won't be shaken by any enemy!
“Great love poet, please help me train young Lord Augustine.”
Lance addressed his soulmate, the great poet.
"For something like this, you've come to the right demon. I guarantee I'll straighten you out!"
The great poet rested his finger on his dimple, his face beaming with sweet happiness.
Meanwhile, Frey had largely drained Lord Augustine of blood.
Lanche also dispelled the summoning of [Radiant Virtue]. Suddenly, the bedroom seemed to regain the colors that had been forgotten. The candlelight flickered slightly, casting a faint glow on the curtains and illuminating the wooden carvings at the head of the bed.
The portrait on the wall and the tapestry in the dim light seemed somewhat hazy, the figures in the paintings as if silently observing everything in the room. The manuscript and feather pen on the desk quietly awaited their master's return.
"By the way, Duke Augustine, you just said that the vampire lying in bed is very weak, right"
Ranch walked to the bedside and glanced down at Augustine, who was struggling to open his eyes on the floor.
"Isn't that so"
Although Baron Augustine's heart was already filled with the most dreadful premonitions, this was his last stand, and he absolutely could not be intimidated by these few insignificant humans.
Rance patted the mummy and asked in an interview-like manner:
"Count Palocas, as a senior figure, what are your thoughts on Viscount Augustine"
"Augustine, hello..."
The mummy's throat trembled, producing a raspy voice, but it nearly choked when halfway through speaking.
"Earl"
Viscount Augustine's eyes were filled with terror and disbelief, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.
In that brief instant, the magic fluctuations radiating like a dying ember were undoubtedly those of a vampire count!
In his mind, Lord Augustine recalled the Palokas ring that Lance had first shown him, and gradually understood everything.
Next comes the true despair.
Just looking at the sickly, wretched appearance of Count Palocas, who was far stronger than him, Augustine's face turned pale from both physiological and psychological reasons.
At this moment, he fully realized the danger he was facing. The fear of approaching hell almost drove him to collapse.
However, it was all too late to change anything.
All of his confidence, all of his arrogance, all of his pride, shattered in that instant. The blow to his spirit was one he couldn't accept.
Like a balloon that has been punctured, it shattered instantly. The light in its blood-red eyes began to fade.
"Look at how Count Pallock has become so mild and kind. That's the power of love."
Lance has always been kind to Lord Augustine, never showing the slightest hostility.
A word from Mr. Lynch is worth more than ten years of reading church books.
Onlookers—executioners, paladins, and priests—watched the scene unfold as if learning anew, their eyes wide with sudden understanding.
After a series of improvements in their practical skills, their faith also attained a profound and integrated elevation at this moment.
> "There is no such thing as right or wrong, good or evil... only love that endures, love that is a miracle... Having comprehended the truth, we can never be swayed by the thoughts of evil beings!"
"Lord Augustine, join the glorious evolution."
Three religious figures, each holding forceps, pliers, and a scalpel, even with their masks on, you could see the crescent-shaped smiles on their faces.
Their temperament has become perfectly natural.
"No, don't!!"
Augustine's screams were like the most dreadful curses from the deepest abyss, piercing through the castle's thick stone walls and echoing in the night sky on the mountaintop.
Outside the castle, there were still the boundless deep mountains and sea of clouds, with moonlight weaving between them.
As night descended, the soft glow of a full moon bathed Lichtenstein Castle in a gentle light, giving it an ethereal and mysterious beauty.
The sun will still rise tomorrow.
Everything will become warm and beautiful again.
The towering spires and exquisitely carved windows now seemed even more serene. As the wind rustled through the leaves in the forest, it sounded like a whisper preparing people for a dreamlike fairytale about the castle.
Only the yellowish silhouettes on the curtains were depicting an unspeakable ceremony.
The curtain falls on this cinematic world in this finale.
……
The Icteri Academy.
At two in the morning, a few lonely stars flickered in the distant sky. The deep outline of the Headmaster's residence at the Sage Academy almost melted into the night, with only the windows of the top-floor conference room still glowing.
The glass walls of the meeting room reflected the ever-changing light and shadow of the magical screen. Every time the screen flickered, the reflection in the window danced across the night sky, finally disappearing into the vast darkness like a curtain closing.
Most of the teachers had already left, only a few remained seated at their respective round tables, watching.
Loren had not left yet.
He crossed his fingers and rested them on his chin, watching as three clergymen in the painting began to tend to Sir Augustine like petals of a flower. They moved with practiced ease.
"I'm not going to watch it anymore. I won't watch Lance's world again next time. I don't care how he messes with me, and I don't know him, no matter who asks."
Finally, Lauren pushed herself up from the table, her voice raspy with exhaustion. She walked towards the door of the conference room.
But others know.
Dean Luo might not be tired, but numb.
And to hear even the most honest and upright Dean Loren start shirking responsibility, they all feel that there might be something amiss about him!
Here are a few options, depending on what you intended:* **Option 1 (Most Literal):** "—"Let me know if you had something else in mind!
The second shadow world has come to an end, and tomorrow a new chapter in the present world begins!
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(The End)
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