Capítulo 1552: Chapter 832: Fear and Silencing
Lekti shivered all over, then woke up as if from a dream.
“Ah…..”
She let out a terrified scream.
This scream was quite piercing in the banquet hall, imdiately drawing the attention of all the other guests who were previously engaged in normal conversation. Everyone looked at the Marquis in astonishnt, not knowing what kind of lunacy she was experiencing.
Hmm, this was quite a social suicide mont.
If the hobody witch were in this position, she would want nothing more than to fly ho overnight with her warship and beco a recluse.
However, the puzzled stares of the guests made Miss Marquis ecstatic, as such attention ant she had finally escaped from that terrifying World Within the Mirror.
“Great, I survived.”
She thought joyfully.
She no longer wished to recall those mories of being tornted by the Hyakki, but the despair of being trampled underfoot with death looming in front of her still hung over her.
She really shouldn’t have been so afraid; after all, death wasn’t that big of a deal, given that the Vampire Clan had close connections with the Underworld and had resurrection privileges.
However, her instincts warned her that she absolutely mustn’t die this ti.
She didn’t know why; it was just a feeling, a chilling sensation that stopped her from thinking, guessing, or pondering.
And now, the threat of death seed to have dissipated, and Miss Marquis could feel the Strength surging within her body again. The body felt so healthy, and her clothing remained beautifully elegant, as if the experience of having her attire shredded and being left unscathed by the Hyakki was just an illusion.
But she was very clear that none of this could be an illusion because that dreadful Grand Inquisitor stood before her right now.
She covered her face with her hand, making a motion as if to pull sothing down.
Lekti knew that what was about to be pulled down was a clown mask, which frightened her even more. She feared that perhaps she had awakened so strange Talent to see the future and that the hellish tornt was about to repeat.
Fortunately, when the Grand Inquisitor’s hand dropped, there was no clown mask.
The young witch before her, who appeared to have a re ten thousand mana level, still wore the iron mask covering the lower half of her face. What was exposed of the upper half was astonishingly beautiful, just the eyebrows and eyes alone were an unparalleled beauty on earth.
Honestly, just a mont ago, Lekti was a bit curious about what absolute beauty lay beneath that iron mask, but now….
She didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to look, didn’t dare to think.
In fact, what she wanted most was to escape or call for help, since the bizarre space had dissipated, and she could finally contact the Duke from the Vanzo Family who ca to attend the banquet.
But while she could do it, she dared not.
Lekti wasn’t sure if this Grand Inquisitor, who seed to enjoy fishing and enforcent, deliberately granted her an illusion of escape, but if she did move, a new hellish journey might await.
In any case, she stood obediently with her head down, waiting for this superior’s judgnt.
“Heh, you should be thankful that your sins are not too severe, so a minor punishnt will do. Get lost, we might see each other again soon.”
The words ca with a light chuckle, causing the Miss Marquis to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling both ecstatic and slightly fortunate.
She really hadn’t committed many heinous acts, after all, she spent most of her life dueling with Danica.
She always prided herself as a civilized person, rarely resorting to violence when money and power could solve issues. The other celebrities she roped in earlier were easy to deal with; a small opportunity was enough for them to smile ingratiatingly at her.
The threat she posed to Miss Singer was really just intimidation; if the other truly had the courage to refuse, she wouldn’t have actually sent people to hunt them down.
This wasn’t because she was generous, but simply because the Witch World wasn’t so casual as to allow anyone to do whatever they please. Dispatching people to cause trouble in another Witch Lord’s territory is quite provocative, and an ill-tempered Witch Lord might declare war on you.
Of course, backed by the Vampire Clan, she wasn’t afraid of threats from a minor lord, but it was quite troubleso, and the risk wasn’t worth it for sothing so trivial.
She wasn’t magnanimous, but she also wasn’t vengeful to the point of retaliation over every small grievance. At most, she only blacklisted the singer in the entertainnt industry of Venus City.
Her past conduct always adhered to this, so while minor evils were plenty, great evils were few; thus her reputation in Night City was quite good, even popular.
In a world where everyone is rotten, she beca a good person as a small evil among the wicked who devour flesh and bone.
And now, her distaste for trouble seems to have saved her life; in the eyes of the Clown Grand Inquisitor, her sins were at least not punishable by death.
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