Mr. Lanqi, You're Under Arrest

When Li Sang Qian suddenly stopped her frenzied shriek, seeming to regain her senses before collapsing onto the cold street, the air around them fell silent.

Then a wave of low whispers broke out along the street.

People exchanged baffled looks.

"What just happened?"

"Was she cursed? Can she really recover?"

Questions like these spread through the crowd as everyone tried to understand the sudden change.

At the same time, the Execution Force, which had just been preparing to intervene against the frenzied Cursed Demon Race member, hesitated.

Their weapons had not yet been fully lowered. They exchanged glances, and in the end, everyone's eyes turned toward Executioner Nigel Sergeant, waiting for him to decide.

At that moment, the entire street sank into a strange silence. Everyone waited for an order or an explanation.

Executioner Nigel Sergeant stood in the cold wind blowing down the long street at night. His gaze shifted from Li Sang Qian lying on the ground to the gathered crowd, then to Lanchi and Talia. His expression was complex and unreadable.

In his heart, hesitation and struggle surged like two opposing tides pulling at each other.

On one hand, as an officer under a Senate duke, he was responsible for protecting the people and maintaining order. On the other hand, the sudden change made it difficult for him to determine Li Sang Qian's true condition—had she really returned completely to normal?

Or was this merely a brief interval in her frenzied state?

Nigel's inner struggle was not unfounded.

Women and children could make mistakes, but he could not.

Great Wizard Palroni's curse—

As far as they knew, the only person capable of lifting it was the caster.

The Senate was currently doing everything it could to track down the caster and find crucial clues about the