Demon Summoning (4,000 Words)

Only the nun behind him lowered her head in prayer.

"Come to think of it, who is this person? Your student? Are you planning to pass down that unparalleled skill in interrogation?" Certain Death asked, but Peter did not answer her.

His eyes were clear, yet filled with an iron-like resolve.

"Let's begin, Maria."

Maria opened the black suitcase, and a gleam of silver spilled out.

Scalpels, triangular awls, steel nails, daggers, hooks, pears of anguish, curved blades, short saws, pliers... Everything was made of silver or silver-plated steel, as though the toolkits of a surgeon and a plumber had been mixed together.

Even Certain Death could not help but glance over. This black case embodied the painstaking efforts of several generations of the Slane Theocracy's Inquisition. Peter had dug out the methods of past interrogators from old case files and restored them.

This small case contained only a portion of them. Many larger instruments could not be carried around. That was why he was called the most terrifying man in the Slane Theocracy—Bloody Peter.

"Are you going to watch here? I think you'll find it unpleasant."

"I've watched it many times," Certain Death said.

"So have I," said the God-kin Captain.

Since they had both said so, Divine Chain was too embarrassed to leave first. Besides, he also wanted to see the methods of the legendary Peter for himself.

What drew his attention was the nun. She did not seem to intend to leave either. Judging by where she stood, she appeared to be Father Peter's assistant.

"No way... Such a young girl..." Divine Chain murmured.

Father Peter stripped away all the bedding, leaving only the frame and the hard board beneath it, then threw Madis onto the bed.

Silver flashed, and Madis let out a roar of