a relatively good affinity for the type of magic. Otherwise, even with a long learning period, it may be extremely difficult to learn. Whether or not you can learn [Pink Divine] spells depends on fat...Chapter 352: Ranchi’s Heartfelt Revenge

The doors of the Governor's Office extend on both sides, crafted from ancient maple trees felled three centuries ago and meticulously carved. The door frames are inlaid with delicate silver patterns, exuding a noble air steeped in history. {Google Search}

An unnatural silence had descended upon the office. Even Agnelo's previous thunderous roar had abruptly ceased, no longer echoing through the vast expanse of the Governor's Mansion on the third floor.

"Loren...!!"

Anerno, bound by Ice Spikes of Restriction, felt a throbbing pain as his body was moved. But the physical agony was insignificant compared to the terror that gripped his soul.

Once again seeing Loren, An'elo's breath became rapid, each inhale accompanied by a slight choking sound, as if the air was congealing in his throat.

The surrounding noise gradually blurred, and Aniello's eardrums fell into a silent void, echoing only his heartbeat—a rapid, chaotic rhythm. His hands and feet were already unable to move, the distance between him and Lauren was an unbridgeable chasm.

The terror in his eyes, that bone-deep fear, bound him like an invisible chain.

And on the sofa, those two figures, Lanche and Sigrid, sat each calmly and composed.

Lanche sat on the left side of the sofa, as dignified as a chess piece, gently stroking the black kitten in his hand.

On the other side, Sieglinde leaned against the back of the sofa, propping her chin up with one hand, her palm resting on the armrest. Every fingertip radiated strength, as if she could shake the entire empire with a single flick of her wrist. She glanced at Aniello lying on the floor – it was the gaze of someone who looked down from a lofty height.

The two people's demeanor and posture were completely different. One was as gentle and elegant as a poet, while the other was as majestic and domineering as a queen. Yet, surprisingly, they got along exceptionally well.

Looking at this atmosphere, anger, despair, and disbelief were all visible in Ancelotti's eyes.

He originally thought that after he left, the high priest Loren would first control the weak Heavenly Church.

Unexpectedly, this woman seemed to trust the high priest implicitly.

Could it be that the Holy Church of Tyrant has already betrayed the Protoss Empire and made a secret deal with Grand Inquisitor Lor'themar…

Agnello was gradually unable to understand the scene before him, a torrent of emotions surging within him.

He couldn't bear the feeling of losing everything and falling into an abyss.

Aniele was gasping for breath, his vision blurring. All he wanted was to find an escape route, but every shred of his remaining sanity told him there was nowhere to run.

He suddenly roared, "Loren!! You sanctimonious, despicable hypocrite!! Didn't we agree to let me go!!"

Aeneas's voice was as shrill and mournful as an owl, tinged with all his resentment and unwillingness.

"...."

Lan Qi still kept a slight upward turn to his lips, his smile, in this situation, only made Angelo feel even more creeped out.

"I'm not going to kill you, are you not living well now"

He opened his mouth, with a touch of naturalness, as if all this were perfectly ordinary.

A short reply pierced Anello's heart even deeper, and his body trembled violently once more.

He couldn't understand why the rumors about the revered High Priest Loren would paint him as so cold, hypocritical, and manipulative, even worse than some of the morbidly playful cardinals in the Resurrection Church.

Anello took a deep breath, it was his last bit of strength.

He looked at Viscount Quinston, his voice laced with a broken bitterness and struggle: "You've been deceived!! He is Loran, the High Priest of the Goddess of Destiny in the Southern Continent! He is the Empire's greatest enemy! What you are doing will make you criminals of the Empire!! You...you have no idea what kind of disaster you have unleashed!!"

But.

Lord Quintston and the guardsmen surrounding him, none of them stepped forward, nor did any of them voice agreement with Anello. Perhaps they didn't care, or perhaps they were simply cold, staring at Anello with vacant eyes, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Even, they may become even more certain about something.

That kind of look, as if looking at someone who is both crazy and foolish, completely lost their mind.

Lord Quentin chuckled softly and strolled over to Lancy's sofa, bowing respectfully as he said, "Governor sir, you truly are clairvoyant. Every word you spoke came true."

At this moment, Anello completely collapsed.

That kind of despair, like ice encasing his whole body, was even worse than the freezing he felt physically.

One of the few glimmers of hope he had left shattered, and he felt like he was losing everything.

He's a big liar! You've all been fooled by this con man!!

Agnello cried and laughed, as if driven mad by the sheer absurdity of it all.

With a heart shattered beyond repair, he cried out in agonizing defiance. Each syllable was a final, desperate plea.

The others in the room ignored him, both seeing and hearing nothing. Not a single person showed even a shred of sympathy or understanding, nor did anyone come forward to defend him.

They just stared at Agnello, his madness and delusion laid bare before them with such stark reality, yet they remained as distant and cold as a mirage in the desert.

Finally, Lance sighed.

He gazed down at Anello, his eyes of compassion seeming to see through everything, laying bare the very soul of Anello.

But he was not as aloof as Aniele had seemed to him on the snowdrifts.

There is absolutely no playful cat-and-mouse dynamic.

Only pity and regret, like a kind old principal looking at a student about to be expelled.

Anello's trembling hands gripped the ground, trying to steady both his body and his emotions.

His eyes were filled with extreme confusion and terror, fixated on Lance, desperately trying to find a sliver of truth or even a glimmer of hope within their unfathomable depths.

Whatever the case, it was High Priest Lauren who caught him. As a devotee of the Goddess of Fate, he should be a kind person, right

He said he would use love to influence himself and promised not to kill himself!

"Loren, let me go. You shouldn't be the one to deal with me, given your status."

Agnello's voice rose, tears welling up in his eyes and tracing paths down his pale, resolute face. There was a look of death-defying remorse, as if he were pleading for Loren's compassion.

At this moment, he felt like a misunderstood child, unable to comprehend why everything around him had become so alien and cold.

"My son, do not believe him...."

Siegfried seemed to have something angry he wanted to say, but Lance raised his hand to stop him, meaning please trust him and leave it to him.

Ranch still gazed at the Silent Son, his gaze unwavering. The holy forgiveness in his eyes hadn't diminished.

What do you think is the primary purpose of rules and laws: prevention or retribution

He asked.

"It's prevention! It's prevention, I swear I will never again defy the goddess of fate! I swear to the goddess of fate!"

Agnello, as if he had grasped a lifeline, replied to Lanci.

However, Lanchi just smiled, a hint of regret and hardship in his smile, shaking his head.

"It's retribution. While deterrence and reformation of criminals are secondary, the most important thing is that those who do bad things should be punished, while those who haven't done anything wrong shouldn't be punished. This is the foundation upon which punishment and justice are built, and retribution is its most crucial function."

Lanche looked unusually serious and told Anello the correct answer.

Hearing Lan Chi's words and seeing his attitude, Aniello's lips trembled slightly, his hollow pupils seeming to foreshadow his own future.

His body grew colder, the world around him blurring until even his own sense of self felt nonexistent.

"Spare me, or Asksan will not spare the innocent priestesses of the Fate Goddesses' Church..."

Anhelo repeated the phrase over and over, his cries as if they were his only support, but with each utterance, his voice grew weaker, more powerless.

"Why I'm not a student of the Goddess of Fate."

Lanche was taken aback, and asked with a hint of confusion.

"..."

At that moment, Agnello was also stunned.

He didn't know what Loren meant.

Is Lauren still pretending to be innocent and evading responsibility

"I am Rocky Macasi."

Lanche raised his hand and said very clearly.

"No!!! You're Lauren, you killed me! Asksan will find out it was you who did this!"

Agnello seemed to be afraid of a fact, he screamed in horror, he could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood in this city. Ever since he stepped into this office, the world seemed like a real nightmare.

But the only thing he had to be sure of, and his only remaining hope, was that the other party was indeed High Priest Lauren!

"Alas—"

Lance sighed helplessly.

"Why don't you believe me Every word I say is the truth."

Ranch took out the [Forgery - Wind] stone tablet, and at the same time, he showed his Imperial ID card to Angelo.

On the face of the document, it clearly stated: Locke MacCarthy.

"See, what happened on the snowfield before was just a joke."

Lan Qi smiled sheepishly, and no one knew whether he was truly feeling guilty or if he just couldn't contain his laughter anymore.

West finally collapsed onto the sofa, holding her stomach and laughing. Looking at Angelo's silly expression, she couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, patting Lance beside her.

At this moment, Anello's eyes widened. Everything made sense; the puzzle had finally been solved in his mind.

"Ah... Ah..."

Only after he was completely reduced to a prisoner did he realize that back then, he had the ability to kill both the Overlord of Catholicism and the Overlord's son.

However, he was tricked and led around by fear.

From step by step lured from the gates of heaven to this inescapable abyss.

His eyes slowly turned bloodshot, like two beads soaked in blood, about to shatter. It was the burning of a rage that had long since died out, churning within them, threatening to leap from his sockets and destroy everything.

Every cell, every inch of skin, was trembling. A sneer twisted on Agnello's lips, his teeth grinding together. Drops of deep red fluid trickled down from the corners of his eyes, not tears, but blood - a testament to his rage that nearly consumed him.

"Roar—Chi!—!"

The heartbreaking, piercing voice of the Extinction Saint was also a sign of his utter despair.

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(The End)

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