Chapter 161: Did Dekan Hear the Marquis’s Wail?
“Hey, you’re finally talking. I thought your vocal cords had fallen out of your coffin.”
Dekan’s light voice was filled with sarcasm.
“Just enjoy yourself now!! I’ll make you regret being born into this world sooner or later!”
Marquis Roderick’s voice still carried a thunderous anger.
“I remember many beings saying similar things to me. Do you want to guess what happened to them in the end?”
Dekan simply asked.
His words did not carry any sense of threat or boasting.
To the Marquis, it felt like Dekan was plainly stating a very ordinary fact.
“…”
Marquis Roderick was momentarily silent.
He was certain that there was something strange about this priest.
Firstly, this priest’s behavior was akin to a ghost’s—somehow he had mysteriously found the Marquis who had been sealed away.
After locating the vampire Marquis, his first reaction was not to seek support from the Church but to begin torturing the vampire recklessly.
This carefree attitude seemed genuine—Dekan didn’t take the Vampire Marquis seriously at all.
“Marquis, say something.”
In reality, Dekan’s logic was straightforward.
He saw that the name of this Shadow World was “Secret Tales of the Decline of the Holy Rituals.”
There were two most likely explanations.
Either it referred to the Holy Ritual Church being in decline and incapable of reinforcing the seal on the Marquis, and even if they did, it would likely be undone again.
Or it implied that the Church may have already begun to rot and decay, and Dekan was uncertain if there were any traitors in the Church.
Instead of relying on the Holy Ritual Church, it would be better to personally handle this vampire Marquis.
“Marquis Roderick, congratulations on passing the first phase of training. Next, you will enter the second phase.”
Dekan said this with a faint smile on his face.
“…”
Marquis Roderick remained silent.
He was not afraid of Dekan’s torment.
The previous spinning indeed made him quite uneasy, but this level of torment was not unbearable.
It was more about the insult factor.
He was confident that the methods used to torment him through the seal were limited to this extent.
Dekan looked at Morion.
Morion nodded. They took out the “Three Corpse Frenzy” (induces and amplifies desires) and “Friendship Aura” (reduces the effect of mental magic).
They began to continuously release them.
Most cards require a target, but the “Three Corpse Frenzy” does not require targeting.
Even without selecting the “selected state” of the sealed Marquis Roderick, it could still affect him.
The result was an infinite eruption of Marquis Roderick’s murderous intent and the hunger he had been suppressing for a hundred years due to the seal.
If it were under normal circumstances, Dekan wouldn’t dare to release the “Three Corpse Frenzy” at such a high intensity, as he couldn’t withstand it himself.
However, with Morion helping to nullify its effects, Dekan could use it freely.
The only cost was his mana, and the need to wait for a cooldown.
“Ah! What have you done?! Kill you!!!”
As he raged, Marquis Roderick also felt his hunger grow uncontrollably, causing his internal organs to contract and twist in pain.
For a vampire like him, who had been sealed for over a hundred years without blood to drink, the suffering caused by this surge in hunger far surpassed physical torment.
“Hungry? Roderick? Would you like a taste of fresh blood?”
Dekan said this as he sipped a small amount of grape juice.
“Hmm~ sweet and delicious!”
“Ah!!”
“Oops, oops, there are the three of us right in front of you, offering fresh and delicious blood, but one poor sap can’t partake. Can you guess who it is?”
“Ah!!!”
Marquis Roderick was left with only instinctual screams, driven by rage.
Thus, they continued to stoke Marquis Roderick’s yearning for blood.
This went on for half an hour.
Until the Marquis’s voice grew progressively weaker, seemingly having lost the strength to continue screaming.
Finally, Dekan stopped.
The last scream from Marquis Roderick even carried a note of wailing in despair.
He was truly terrified of this monster’s methods.
If there were more tricks up this devil priest’s sleeve, he could not fathom what else he might come up with.
“Well done, congratulations on entering the final phase.”
“No!!!”
As expected by the Marquis, Dekan’s tone of playful amusement signaled that his torture was far from over.
As the Marquis wailed, Cornelia soon revealed the answer.
She dragged in a grill from outside and placed the coffin over the fire.
The coffin sealing the Marquis could withstand even physical and magical attacks up to the eighth rank and prevent water from entering.
However, it probably lacked any temperature insulation function.
As time passed slowly, the coffin slowly blackened from the heat but showed no signs of breaking.
Marquis Roderick, surprisingly, went silent.
He enjoyed a rare moment of calm.
He even stopped screaming.
He seemed to feel that was it?
After all, he was a vampire Marquis. High temperatures, even in the hundreds or thousands of degrees, though torturous, were far less excruciating than the hunger.
However, Dekan merely smiled.
The Marquis was still too young.
Upon confirming that the temperature had reached its peak,
Dekan, with a smile on his face, summoned his ace card, the “Ruined Bard”.
It amplified Marquis Roderick’s sensory perception tenfold.
Instantly, Marquis Roderick’s agonized screams echoed throughout the church once more…
“So, we’ll take turns torturing him.”
Cornelia spun the Marquis, Dekan and Morion induced his hunger, and when they all rested, they roasted him.
This was the three-phase treatment, and they would cycle through it repeatedly.
Avoiding the Marquis developing resistance to any particular form of torment.
After two rounds,
Marquis Roderick seemed to be out of strength to even make a sound.
“You three… forget it, meow, the school’s reputation is probably ruined… meow…”
Teacher Cat felt exhausted.
These three living Yama were doing such things and were still happily playing cards made by Dekan inside the church.
They really didn’t feel a bit guilty, not fearing the gaze of any deity.
Had it not been certain that this wouldn’t kill a vampire, Teacher Cat might have assumed that Marquis Roderick inside the coffin had already met his end.
Even if the Marquis could break free from his seal now, he would be mentally unstable, likely completely insane already.
“Meow meow meow, Dekan, why exactly are you torturing him like this?”
Teacher Cat asked in confusion.
Even according to Dekan’s usual tactics, to maximize the enemy’s hatred towards himself to achieve “Captain De’Erkan” control, torturing the Marquis just once would suffice.
However, Dekan seemed intent on torturing the Marquis until he completely broke down.
Dekan: “Of course, I have a good plan, I’m not someone who enjoys torturing others just for fun.”
Cat: “Are you sure… meow…?”
