Chapter 92: I Will Not Share the Sky with Such Evil - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

**Chapter 92: I Will Not Share the Sky with Such Evil** Luo Xiu's resolute words echoed continuously throughout the hall. Even Anna, the head maid who had remained silently behind him, along with everyone else, was momentarily overawed by his imposing presence. Thoughts fluttered through the minds of the crowd, and their gaze towards the man became increasingly admiring. Truly worthy of the great Lord Luo Xiu—such enlightenment, such faith. In order to personally judge wickedness, he didn't hesitate to lower himself and risk exposure to danger. For the people of the Maya Empire, witches were not something to be trifled with. Even those somewhat weak in will could become deranged from close encounters with witches, their lives ruined in an instant. Luo Su, dumbfounded for several seconds, eventually reacted with a dazed expression. "Lord Luo Xiu, but, but isn't this against protocol?" Although his respect for Luo Xiu grew deeper in his heart, he still displayed some hesitation on his face. After all, matters concerning witches are no trivial games; if questioned by the church, Luo Su certainly couldn’t bear the responsibility. As for whether Luo Xiu had ulterior motives, Luo Su never considered it. Those two witches indeed had delicate looks, but for someone of Lord Luo Xiu's stature and status, what kind of woman would be out of reach for him? Why choose these two young ones? Moreover, even those haughty noble ladies probably wouldn't hesitate to throw themselves into his arms at a mere beckoning. As he pondered these things, Luo Su heard Luo Xiu speak again. Luo Xiu stood solemnly in front of the two young witches. "I will not share the sky with such evil. It was fine before when I hadn’t encountered them, but now that I have, I must punish them severely." He squinted slightly, his tone brimmed with a chilling coldness. "Mere ordinary punishment is not enough to quell my heart's anger. In the name of the Holy Light, I will imprison them in eternal darkness, subjecting them to harsh judgment!" Seeing this, Luo Su and the others exchanged perplexed looks, opening their mouths as if to say something. However, irritation had begun to show on Luo Xiu's face; he waved his hand, "Enough, my decision is final. There's no need for further persuasion." He glanced at Luo Su, noting the latter's troubled expression, and added, "There is no need for you to worry. If the church inquires, you do not need to hide anything for me. Simply speak the truth." Having said this much, even though Luo Su was full of confusion, he had no choice but to force a smile and agree with a nod. "Lord Luo Xiu, you honor us. We respect your actions greatly, and the church will likely understand as well." Luo Xiu nodded, then signaled to Anna behind him. "We're leaving." He seized the two young witches, one in each hand, speaking in a cold voice. One was still asleep, while the other glared at Luo Xiu with eyes full of resentment. Her expression suggested she wished to devour him alive, drink his blood, and strip his sinews on the spot. The girl’s small, frail body trembled slightly; thinking of the man's words just now, she couldn't help but shudder with fear. She couldn't imagine what kind of treatment they would suffer in that so-called prison. But perhaps due to being physically worn out, she no longer had the strength to struggle, left with no choice but to submit to the situation. He weighed them briefly in his hands, feeling a sense of odd surprise. The two girls felt as light as plastic bags, as if weighing nothing. He wondered if it was due to a witch’s constitution or because their life of hiding and lack of steady meals had left them famished. Luo Xiu sighed inwardly. Undeniably, under the harshness of this medieval environment, the tragedies they experienced were no less severe than those of a certain white-haired, red-eyed girl. ... ... Drifting in what seemed like endless darkness, who knew how much time had passed. When Aileen's consciousness returned, it was no longer amid noisy chaos but in rare silence. Yes, for her, who lived long in the slums, silence was indeed precious. The slums were filled with the screams of drunken men, the shrill cries of prostitutes, and the wails of abused children—all the filth and darkness of worldly life gathered there. Her thoughts wandered afar until she suddenly realized it was not the time to indulge in sorrow. Her hands brushed against something smooth and silky, startling her into throwing it aside and opening her eyes in a jump. In that instant, Aileen was stunned. Before her was a scene she had once fantasized about. A thick red carpet covered the floor; luxurious wooden furniture was strewn everywhere, with a grand, ornate chandelier above—everything as if in a dream. Even the thing that startled her, tossed aside, was a silken quilt she never dared dream of possessing. Aileen's little brain momentarily froze. She slumped back onto the wide, soft bed, her small legs splayed in a duck-like position. Her deep, inky eyes widened slightly, vacant and confused. For some reason, a phrase suddenly surfaced in Aileen's mind. Something she had heard before she lost consciousness—a chilling declaration: “To trap them in eternal darkness and judge them fiercely!” Upon hearing those words, Aileen felt despair. Yet within that despair lingered a hint of relief. This life of fleeing, hunted by all, had gone on too long. To end it all seemed not such a bad fate after all. But it seemed like the cosmos was playing a massive joke on her. There was none of the expected torment, nor the permanent darkness that had been threatened. It was so ludicrous that if this was indeed a prison, Aileen felt she could dwell here for a lifetime. So then... where did it all go wrong? Aileen didn’t know, and with the room empty, no answers were forthcoming. She dared not make a sound, fearful of shattering the temporary fantasy. Suddenly, Aileen realized something, and panic flickered in her eyes. Something was amiss; someone was missing. She hastily rifled through the soft, large quilt, finding nothing beneath it. Frantic, she leapt from the bed, searching the entire room. She looked under the bed, beneath the table, and even inside the wardrobe... Despite sensing impending doom, she persisted in checking every possible hiding spot in the bedroom. Nothing. Nothing at all... Aileen collapsed on the floor. The warmth of the thick, red carpet contrasted sharply with the chill in her heart. For all she felt was endless sorrow and fear. Selina was missing... As for why Selina was gone or where she could be, She shut her eyes tightly, unwilling to imagine what inhumane suffering her friend might endure. If that suffering was mercifully brief, absorbed in a swift end... But if, as that 'priest' had implied at the church earlier, the consequences were more to be feared than imagined. Just as she spiraled deeper into hopelessness, the bedroom door creaked open. Brighter light streamed in. The man smiled. "How did you sleep, and how do you feel?" (End of Chapter)