Dekan Had Heard the Marquis's Wails Before, Hadn't He?

"Hey, you finally spoke! I thought your vocal cords had fallen out of the coffin."

Dekan's light, airy voice was full of Taunt.

"Enjoy your moment of triumph! I'll make you regret ever being born!"

Marquis Roderick's voice still carried a thunderous rage.

"I remember many beings saying similar things to me. Guess what happened to them in the end?"

That's all Dekan asked.

His words contained no threat or boasting.

The Marquis felt that he was simply stating the facts about something very ordinary.

"..."

Marquis Roderick remained silent for a moment.

He was certain that something was wrong with the priest.

First of all, this priest's behavior was like that of a ghost; he inexplicably found his sealed self.

Upon finding the vampire marquis, his first reaction wasn't to seek support from the church, but rather to begin torturing the vampire as if courting death.

This relaxed attitude didn't seem feigned; it was as if he genuinely didn't take the Blood Race marquis seriously.

"Marquis, say something!"

Actually, Dekan's idea is very simple.

He saw that the name of this Shadow World was "The Secret Tale of the Withered Sacred Rite".

Logically, there are only two most likely explanations.

This could mean that the Holy Rite Church is no longer functioning properly, and even if they were summoned, they wouldn't be able to reinforce the seal on the Marquis; even if they were, it might be broken again.

This could mean that the church may have begun to decay and collapse, and Dekan wasn't sure if there were any traitors within the church.

Therefore, rather than relying on the Holy Rite Church, he might as well handle this Blood Race marquis himself.

"Then, Marquis Roderick, congratulations on passing the first phase of training. You will now proceed to the second phase."

Dekan spoke with a barely perceptible smile on his face.

"..."

The Marquis Roderick remained silent.

He was not afraid of Dekan's torture.

Although the spinning had indeed made him very uncomfortable, the level of torment was not unbearable.

It was just that the insulting nature of the statement was quite strong.

He was certain that this was the only means he could use to torment him through the seal.

Dekan looked at Morion.

Morion nodded, and they each took out [Three-Corpse Berserk] (inducing and amplifying desire) and [Friendship Aura] (reducing the effects of mental magic).

Then it began to release continuously.

Most cards require targeting, however, [Three-Corpse Berserk] is a spell that does not require targeting.

Even without selecting the sealed Marquis Roderick in the "unselectable state," you can still affect him.

The result was that the Marquis Roderick's murderous intent and his hunger, which had been sealed for a hundred years, erupted infinitely.

Normally, Dekan wouldn't dare unleash [Three-Corpse Berserk] at such a high intensity, because he himself couldn't withstand it.

However, with Morion helping him negate the effect, he could use it without restraint.

The only cost is mana, and waiting for the cooldown.

"Aaaaaah! What did you do?! I'll kill you!!!"

In his rage, the Marquis Roderick also felt his famine, so intense it made his internal organs ache and constrict, growing uncontrollably.

The torment of unleashing hunger in a vampire like him, who had been sealed away for centuries without consuming blood, far surpassed the agony of having his flesh and bones chopped off.

"Hungry, Roderick? Want a taste of fresh blood?"

As Dekan spoke, he took a sip of grape juice.

"Mmm~ It smells sweet and delicious!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Oh dear, the three of us are right in front of you, with fresh and delicious blood, but there's a poor unlucky fellow who can't get a taste. Can you guess who it is?"

"Ah!!!"

All that remained of Marquis Roderick was the instinctive roar of someone consumed by rage.

This repeatedly fueled Marquis Roderick's thirst for blood.

It lasted for half an hour.

The Marquis's voice grew weaker and weaker until he seemed to have no strength left to call out.

Dekan finally stopped.

Marquis Roderick's final roar even began to carry a hint of wailing.

He was truly terrified of this beast's methods.

If there were any other methods, he really couldn't imagine what kind of nonsense this devilish priest could come up with.

"Alright, congratulations on reaching the final stage."

"No!!!"

As the Marquis had expected, Dekan's amused tone indicated that the Marquis's punishment was far from over.

And so, amidst the Marquis's lamentations, Cornelia quickly revealed the answer to him.

She then dragged a grill out from outside and placed the coffin over the fire to roast.

Although the coffin that sealed the Marquis could withstand physical and magical attacks up to the eighth rank, and was even waterproof and airtight.

However, it likely lacks temperature insulation functionality.

Time passed second by second.

The coffin was gradually charred black, but it showed no signs of breaking down.

Marquis Roderick fell silent.

He enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

They haven't even started calling anymore.

He seemed to think, "That's it?"

After all, he was a vampire marquis. Although temperatures of several hundred or even several thousand degrees were torture for him, they were far less deadly than the torture of hunger.

However, Dekan simply smiled.

This marquis is still too young.

After confirming that the temperature has risen to its limit.

With a smile, Dekan summoned his trump card, [Ruined Poet].

This amplified the Marquis Roderick's pain tenfold.

Suddenly, the Marquis Roderick's mournful roar echoed throughout the entire church once more...

"Then let's torture him like this, taking turns."

Cornelia Dekan and Morion whetted his appetite, and roasted him while the three of them rested.

This process, consisting of three groups per course of treatment, is repeated in rotation.

To prevent the marquis from developing patience for any of the tortures.

After two rounds.

The Marquis Roderick seemed to have no strength left to utter a sound.

"You three... never mind, the school's disciplinary assessment is hopeless..."

Cat Teacher is feeling tired.

These three living devils, doing such things, could still happily play with playing cards made by Dekan in the church.

They truly have no guilty conscience and are not afraid of being watched by the gods.

If Cat Teacher weren't certain that this method wouldn't kill Blood Race, she would have suspected that Marquis Roderick in the coffin was already dead.

Even if the Marquis manages to break the seal and escape now, he'll probably be mentally unstable, practically insane.

"Meow meow meow, Dekan, why are you torturing it like this?"

"Cat Teacher asked, puzzled."

Even if we follow Dekan's usual tactics, trying to maximize the enemy's hatred towards him in order to achieve [Captain Dekan]'s infinite control.

Torture one marquis is enough.

However, it seems that Dekan's current intention is to torment the Marquis to the point of complete breakdown.

De: "Of course I have a brilliant plan. I'm not the kind of guy who enjoys tormenting others."

Cat: "Are you sure, meow...?"