Chapter 353
Chapter 353
Chapter 353
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 353 – How Could Lan Qi Be a Living Yama King?
After the storm had passed, silence once again filled the Governor’s office.
Only Anello’s frenzied screams echoed through the room, as if his fury could never be exhausted. His disheveled hair clung to his forehead, and even with several guards pinning him to the floor, he struggled relentlessly.
His bloodshot eyes blazed with hatred so fierce it almost spilled out of him, his veins bulged, his body convulsed. Though he was completely restrained, the murderous intent he felt toward Lan Qi drove him to fight against the impossible.
“Rocky!!!”
Anello’s voice shook with rage, his teeth gritted so hard they almost cracked.
“You despicable insect! I. Will. Kill. You!!!”
On the sofa, Lan Qi gently set down the black kitten he had been holding.
He strolled to the window of his office and drew the curtains open. Sunlight streamed in, bathing the room in pure golden light, washing away all conflict and tension and leaving behind a strange sense of serenity.
Sid stretched lazily, picked up Boss Cat from the sofa, and hugged it. Now the little black kitten was hers.
The room fell into a hush, the only sounds were quiet breathing and the faint chirping of birds outside the window.
Lan Qi gazed outside, not even sparing Anello a glance, as if giving him time to cool off.
“Rocky——! You’re doomed too… you and that whore will both die! All of you will die!!”
Being ignored only drove Anello deeper into madness.
As his shrieks echoed through the office, Lan Qi rested his hands on the windowsill and let out a quiet sigh.
“When I saw you crying and begging me to spare you earlier, I really did feel a moment of pity. After all, once I had a student I couldn’t save.”
Lan Qi turned and looked at the fallen Anello, seemingly recalling a girl he had met in the Shadow Realm of the Cathedral.
In Lan Qi’s eyes was the wisdom and insight of a man tempered by time, full of the hope and care a teacher has for his students—like a seasoned headmaster facing a student who had made an irredeemable mistake.
He stepped closer to Anello, not angry despite his insults, only carrying a faint trace of regret.
The room overflowed with sunlight, yet the space before Anello alone was shrouded in shadow.
Still, Anello glared at Lan Qi with contempt, the corners of his mouth twisted into a cruel grin.“No one can judge me, Rocky! No one! Kill me if you want—flay me if you must! But all of you will be killed by Lord Askson!!”
He knew just how terrible the seal suppressing Sigrid was.
Unless they could find a ninth-circle archmage to undo it, she would never return to her full eighth-tier strength for the rest of her life!
And a Cardinal stripped of power, carrying a slate, would become prey for every hunter on the Northern Continent.
No one would protect them!
Sooner or later, the Bishop of Annihilation would return and slaughter everyone connected to the Ba’tian Branch.
The very thought of his captors’ impending doom filled Anello with hysterical laughter.
“Hahaha! Hahahahahaha!”
He laughed like a volcano ready to erupt. Even on the brink of ruin, he held his head high, every word, every glare, every expression full of mockery and disdain for everyone in the room.
“Courageous,” Lan Qi said, watching him.
No matter how Anello provoked him, Lan Qi didn’t react—like a headmaster who would never truly strike a student.
He had seen many wayward students in his life, but never one quite like Anello.
“But that’s fine. Our school has a very complete education system.”
He lifted his hand and gently picked up the phone on his desk, placing it to his ear. Compassion flickered in his emerald eyes.
“Please contact Count Shaya Candis and have him come to my office.”
After placing the receiver down, it wasn’t long before the wooden doors of the office slowly opened.
A flaxen-haired young noble stepped in. He wore the hunting attire of a Northern aristocrat embroidered with the Kingston family crest, with metal on his cuffs and collar gleaming in the light. His pale skin was as fair as snow. Compared to when Lan Qi and Sid had first met him, his gaze was now calm and steady.
“Teacher, what do you need me to do?”
Shaya stepped forward and bowed deeply in a knight’s salute, his voice filled with respect and joy.
Lan Qi nodded in approval.
Resting his hand on Shaya’s shoulder, he glanced at Anello before turning back to him with a steady tone.“Shaya, take him to Kingston City’s underground prison. Let’s see if his will is really that unbreakable.”
“Hahahaha! Do you think a different location will scare me?”
Anello threw back his head and laughed, his sinister voice reverberating around the room.“You groveling dogs—do you even know who I am? I’m Anello! What torture haven’t I seen? What torture haven’t I used?!”
Though his body was restrained, his mind burned with manic violence. To him, their threats were nothing but pathetic and laughable.
Prison? What was a prison to someone like him?
He had always stood above the law!
“Maybe I should execute him myself,” Sid said, frowning. She clenched her fist, clearly running out of patience with the Son of Annihilation.
“Trust me. Leave him to me.”
Lan Qi only turned to her with a gentle look.
“……”
Sid hugged Boss Cat tighter and stayed quiet.
She had never seen Lan Qi interrogate anyone before.
But to break a monster like Anello—a product of Askson’s brutal selection, a creature forged in blood who had lost all humanity—ordinary torture might not be enough.
“You’d better satisfy me, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight,” Sid said finally, giving Lan Qi full control.
After their exchange, Shaya gestured to the guards.
Two elite guards seized Anello by the arms while a heavy-armored warrior shoved a rag into his mouth, then quickly and skillfully pulled a sack over his head, plunging him into darkness before hauling him away.
Anello’s body convulsed violently. He could no longer scream, and though he struggled desperately, it was pointless—he couldn’t shake their iron grip.
Finally, the office doors closed behind him.