183 098. Third Imperial Prince's Wish Part One

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“Uwaaahk! Just kill me already! Kill me!”

Inside a location completely cut-off from the outside world.

It was a prison where even the members of the Order of the Crimson Cross had to cover their eyes and block their ears if they wanted to gain access to it.

And this was where the Second Imperial Prince, Ruppel Olfolse the Vampire, was currently being tortured.

His small body was placed on top of a torture device. A fountain nearby gushed out holy water and continued to burn his flesh, while silver stakes had impaled him to the device, making sure that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Can you hand me the scalpel?”

“Let’s use pincers to pull it out.”

The Second Imperial Prince bore witness to this spectacle and could only shiver. Even from the perspective of a Vampire, these humans had several screws loose in their heads.

How could they calmly consume their meal in a place where they had been inhumanely torturing a Vampire?!

Ruppel’s eyes shifted around urgently while he gritted his teeth. This chamber was surrounded by sturdy stone walls at all sides, yet even then, he could hear the screams of other Vampires and lycans coming from beyond them.

In other words, countless others besides Ruppel had been dragged into this place and were getting mercilessly tortured right now.

‘This place… it has to be hell!’

Only now did he understand why Count Timong was so afraid of the Imperial Family. Without a doubt, these humans were a bunch of lunatics. A group of fake holy men that loved torturing monsters for fun!

Didn’t matter whether you were a Vampire or a lycan, getting trapped in here meant you’d end up as neither alive or dead.

‘I… I need to escape from here!’

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But how?

The light in their eyes began gleaming ominously as they walked closer.

Ruppel became frightened by their demeanour. “H-hold on…!”

“I guess we’ll have to enjoy our meal a little later.”

“Where should we start this time?”

“Well, we can start from the head and slowly go lower.”

They reached out towards the many tools designed for torture.

Second Imperial Prince Ruppel’s complexion paled in fright at the unfolding scene and desperately screamed.

He had unwisely said something that got on the nerves of his torturers.
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