Thus, beneath the sunlight, the syringe plunger kept moving. The executioner's needle seemed to have transformed into a blood-drawing pump, and Earl Parocas's world gradually darkened. In the end, he could only let out a hysterical wail.
The light refracted through the stained-glass windows slowly faded. Lanchi gently raised his hand and withdrew Radiant Virtue.
The violent radiance was instantly devoured by the endless night.
By then, the needle in the executioner's hand could barely draw any more blood, and Earl Parocas's anguished howls had already vanished.
The chapel once again returned to the warm, bright atmosphere of a banquet.
"Looks like he's better now."
Lanchi murmured to himself.
"..."
Hughberlian did not dare respond. She secretly glanced at Earl Parocas's body on the floor, then quickly looked away, silently chanting, What a sin, what a sin.
She only hoped that Lanchi would continue being a principal in the future and never enter the medical field.
Otherwise, if he ever established Purgatory Corridor Academy's First Affiliated Hospital, there would be serious trouble.
"Ahh... my blood..."
Earl Parocas's skin had grown even paler, and his body had shriveled like a drained grape. If he had been any other creature, he would surely have already been a corpse.
Yet the horrifying thing was that this vampire, who looked like a dried corpse, was still trembling all over. He tremulously raised a hand, seemingly wanting to break free and escape.
Iketerite Academy.
As the blanket of white light on the Open-Air Mega Screen faded, the visible image finally returned.
High above, beneath the lofty dome, the stained-glass windows no longer reflected even a trace of sunlight. In their place stretched the endless Night Sky, dotted with brilliant stars, like a pitch-black canopy inlaid with jewels.
This ancient chapel was like an altar