The Warden of The Witches-Chapter 248:
Chapter 248:
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->Nearing the finale, the man raised his hand. The woman lifted hers high, supporting herself on pointe as she began to spin rapidly. Faster and faster she turned, until the music's final beat arrived. Her heel struck the floor with the last note, arresting her spin.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->The woman arched backward suddenly, stretching her waist. At the perfect moment, the man extended his hand, supporting her back. He leaned in, his face close to hers, near enough to feel each other's breath—except neither felt the other's breath, as if both were holding it in suspense.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->Several seconds passed. The man spoke in an unhurried tone: "You truly are excellent. Few could make me willing to dance with them for three consecutive days. Your looks and figure are just my type, and most importantly, your height matches mine perfectly. Dancing with you has been genuinely delightful. If there's just one regret..."<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->At this thought, an intense thirst surged from the depths of his throat—he desired not just a new partner, but fresh blood. The reason neither felt the other's breath when close was simply because neither was breathing. The woman was a corpse, and the man was vampire.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->The man clenched his jaw, bloodshot veins appearing in his eyes. He wanted fresh blood, wanted a new partner... He wanted... to kill! To kill beautiful women, using death to preserve their inevitably fading beauty, making them part of his collection. A sinister, terrifying impulse instantly consumed nearly all his thoughts, an urge difficult to dispel once it arose.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->At this moment, the image flashing through his mind was the scene he had witnessed from the clock tower at dusk yesterday. That day, he had dispatched Countess Martha Kayton to probe Rose Iron Prison. That useless pawn's attempt failed to capture Warden Aiden Galord, managing only to take a female guard hostage. Taking a hostage should have been a decent tactic, yet, unexpectedly, the female guard had turned the tables, beating the Countess half to death.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->Though only a distant glimpse, that female guard was undoubtedly prime quality. Flawless looks and figure, but crucially, that tall stature, agile skill, and perfect flexibility... utterly ideal as a dance partner.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->A partner of such high caliber... he could probably play with her for a year without growing bored. Moreover, that woman possessed the strength to subdue a Countess-level blood-kin in close combat. He wondered what special bloodline she carried. After becoming one of the dead contained within the 'Underworld', her previous strength could be preserved. This woman, turned into a corpse, would be extremely valuable even just as a combat puppet.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->Too perfect... Having seen such superior prey, how could he possibly suppress this impulse? He would act today. This afternoon, at the same time, that woman should appear near the prison again.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->"Ah, my cold and merciless Lord, you suffer, don't you? Is that damned goddess still eroding your consciousness?" the man asked with concern in his voice. He heard the voice of the God of Death he served; the God of Death desired a new Authority. Obtaining a new Authority would elevate the God of Death's status. Only then could he completely escape the curse left by that goddess.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->The Bountiful Mother Cult was destroyed by the joint attack of the Witches' Coven and Rose Iron Prison's Warden, Aiden Galord. The Saint's remains are in the hands of one party—or perhaps split between them. Judging from the Bountiful Mother Cult's previous operational patterns, the sole 'Proliferation' Authority is likely also held by one of them. To obtain it, naturally, one must start with the party that seems easier.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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<ms-cmark-node _ngcontent-ng-c2459883256="" _nghost-ng-c2459883256=""><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!---->The instant the 'Underworld's' gate closed, the female corpse lying on the floor twitched twice. The fly that had been crawling freely upon her took fright and flew up. The female corpse climbed up from the floor. Life returned to her vacant eyes, a faint dark red glow now visible deep within. Aside from her excessively pale complexion, she now looked hardly different from a living person.<!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----><!----></ms-cmark-node>
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