While her laughter still echoed in the air, the door was gently pushed open, and a figure with an aura as warm as the sun appeared in the doorway.
Her laughter stopped abruptly, as if cut off by a sharp blade.
The figure was blurred beneath the dim corridor lights, but she knew those gentle emerald eyes definitely did not belong to the Reaper she had been expecting!
The Rebirth Church nun's eyes instantly froze. She looked like a stone statue, her expression blank, as if she couldn't understand why the person who had come wasn't the earl.
As Lanchi led Hughberlian into the room, the cold wind from the corridor swept inside, making the nun shiver from head to toe. Even though she had no idea what was happening, she knew only that this was an inescapable nightmare.
"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
Lanchi's voice was considerate, yet it rang clearly through the silent night.
However.
Those words struck the young nun's heart like a bolt of lightning, and her body suddenly trembled.
The more gently this bizarre man spoke, the more frightening he became.
"The earl? The earl hasn't come yet after all!?"
Every muffled syllable that escaped the nun's bound mouth vibrated through the air, as though proclaiming her despair and anxiety.
She understood.
It simply wasn't time yet.
If she endured a little longer, she could wait for the earl to come and kill all these people!
She immediately began laughing maniacally again. The laughter was mad and desolate, making even Hughberlian's heart tremble.
Hughberlian carried tables and chairs inside, quickly transforming the torture chamber into an interrogation room that looked somewhat normal.
She studied the mottled bloodstains in the room, finding it difficult to imagine what kind of interrogators the Poet of Great