Ch 255: Execution
“Duchess, it’s not as you think! We have our reasons! Alice isn’t with us!”
Serena’s eyes trembled as she looked at the branding iron inches from her. She already felt the scorching heat.
“Alice, who is bound by a Slave Contract, isn’t with you? Hahahaha, you would kindly let her go?”
“Ah!!!”
The Duchess’s eyes turned cruel. The branding iron fell directly onto Serena’s abdomen, burning a hole through her corset instantly.
Ash from her clothes clung to her skin. Serena’s forehead was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. What was Henry waiting for?! Why was he so confident?!
Henry, standing beside her, was also shocked. Didn’t the God of Faith protect them? Why had the branding iron already burned his wife? The room already reeked of roasting meat and burning fabric.
「God of Faith, didn’t you say you would protect us?!」
「I said I would protect you, but not your wife. It’s only right that you suffer a little for what you’ve done.」
「God of Faith, we were wrong! Please save us! I promise I will never do evil again. I will donate 50%, no, all my property to the Kingdom! Please, God of Faith, save my wife!」
「I will act when the time is right. It’s not enough yet. You should experience Alice’s pain as well.」
「God of Faith! God of Faith!」
Henry continued to shout, but Ji Chuan didn’t respond.
He knew the God of Faith was in the room. He dared not accuse the God of Faith, blaming him for Alice’s absence.
Enduring this physical suffering offered a chance of healing from the God of Faith, but offending the God of Faith meant no one could save them.
“It’s not our fault! It’s the God of Faith! He sent Alice away!”
“Serena!”
Unable to bear the pain, Serena cried out. Henry’s eyes were filled with terror. Would the God of Faith be angry?
The Duke and Duchess were momentarily stunned, then smiles returned to their faces.
“Serena, why would the God of Faith care about a slave? I think you sent Alice to some new Powerful Aristocrats, didn’t you? Are you unhappy with the terms we offered?”
“You should know who’s in charge of this Kingdom. Even a God would give me some face!”
The Duke’s eyes were full of smugness. He was practically a second King. Without the Noble Clans’ constraints, the Duke’s Family dominated, and even Arthur couldn’t do anything about him.
“Is that so?”
A cold voice echoed. Ji Chuan appeared in the room.
Seemingly not expecting his words to summon the God of Faith, the Duke’s expression turned frantic.
The Duchess quickly dropped the branding iron, but Serena had already fainted; she had never endured such pain.
“God of Faith, save us!”
Henry breathed a sigh of relief. His back was drenched in cold sweat. Thanks to the Duke’s arrogance, the God of Faith had appeared. Otherwise, he might have suffered as well.
“God of Faith, Baron Henry broke his promise first, affecting the transaction. I merely wanted to give him a little punishment!”
“Oh? What transaction? Tell me.”
Ji Chuan simply raised a hand. The Duke’s chair appeared behind him. He sat down, watching the Duke with mild interest.
The Duke swallowed nervously, signaling his subordinates. They were well-trained guards, including several powerful individuals capable of using Enhancement Abilities and Magic.
A surprise attack might even catch a God off guard, wouldn’t it?
“It was just… a transaction of everyday goods. God, you don’t need to worry about it!”
As the Duke’s voice rose, the well-trained guards sprang into action. Two strong Death Warriors burst forth with incredible speed, their swords flashing in the dim room, aimed at Ji Chuan’s head.
Ji Chuan remained calm, sitting still in his chair.
One sword lunged for Ji Chuan’s neck, the other for his heart.
But the swords, upon contact with Ji Chuan’s body, emitted a sharp “clang,” as if striking something incredibly hard. One sword shattered into two pieces.
Several fireballs flew towards Ji Chuan. They illuminated the room, but upon impact, they seemed to sink into the sea, instantly losing their glow.
The room fell dark again. The flickering candlelight illuminated the Duke’s terrified face, making Ji Chuan’s own appear somewhat terrifying.
“A transaction of everyday goods causing such a commotion from the Duke, even directing his anger at this God.”
The Death Warriors, who moments before had faced death unflinchingly, now stood motionless, walking out in an orderly line, even closing the door behind them.
The room was deathly silent, save for the faint crackling of the coals heating the branding iron.
The Duchess continuously retreated, accidentally falling to the ground.
The Duke, as if realizing something, quickly ran towards the Gate. He frantically pushed the handle, but the Gate remained unmoved.
Upon discovering his inability to open the Gate, the Duke’s back pressed against it. He faced Ji Chuan in terror, his legs weak.
“God, it was a misunderstanding! My subordinates must have misinterpreted! God, please be lenient. I will surely punish them severely!”
“A father is responsible for his child’s actions. For the mistakes of my subordinates, I believe the Master should pay the price.”
Ji Chuan’s eyes grew dangerous. The Duke had collapsed onto the floor.
“I’ve decided on your punishment. Let you experience what Alice went through.”
What? The God of Faith knows everything? Experience what Alice experienced? Is it what I think?
Under the Duke’s terrified gaze, Henry’s restraints were released. He stood up woodenly, retrieved an iron rod from the fire, and approached him.
“Henry, what are you doing! Stay away from me!”
Henry didn’t react. He walked up to the Duke, who felt utterly helpless, and turned him over.
“No! What are you doing! Stop!”
The Duke’s eyes trembled. Henry seized the burning iron rod and plunged it into the vulnerable area of the Duke’s back.
“Ah!!!”
The iron rod pierced through. The Duke’s scream was deafening, his voice shattering almost instantly.
He almost fainted, but the continuous burning assaulted his nerves.
He recalled his rough treatment of Alice. Despite her tears, she had called out her love for him, and how amazing he was. With the absorption of negative energy, he felt invigorated.
But now, as the one being abused, it was incredibly painful and helpless.
Henry withdrew the iron rod. The Duke fainted, but he screamed awake again when the rod was plunged in once more.
Rotten flesh, blood, filth, and burning fabric created an incredibly foul stench in the room.
The Duke had soiled himself. He weakly begged.
“Kill me… kill me…”
The Duke finally understood Alice’s suffering. He was like a rag doll, trampled upon, suffering not only physical torment but the loss of his superior self-respect.
