Mil poured dark magic into the torch, and the ice-white flames quickly illuminated the surroundings.
There were three prison doors; on either side were the large Werewolf and Skeleton Knight;
In the middle cage, Blood Clan Princess Isabella, with shackles on her hands, knelt on one knee with her head bowed, her silk skirt spreading out in dark ripples on the ground;
Her silver hair cascaded like moonlight onto her wine-red silk dress, and her scarlet pupils reflected the dancing light of the torch.
Mil raised his hand and said,
"Rise. Don't worry... Soon, you will be able to leave this place."
Blood Clan Princess Isabella suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with rage:
"My Lord, we were harmed by the traitor Mil. I ask that you mete out absolute punishment! Grant him eternal suffering!"
"Tear him to pieces!"
The Skeleton Knight also knocked on the ground with his bone hand, full of indignation.
Mil was annoyed:
"Silence—! Foolish, do not just look at the surface of things. The Church deliberately pushed the credit onto him. Someone else harmed you."
The two in the prison froze, then lowered their heads:
"Please forgive us."
On the other side, Prince Volkan, the Werewolf, was nailed to a cross with six pure silver demon-suppressing nails. Dark red scabs formed a spiderweb pattern on his gnarled muscles;
Even his eyes were pierced with silver nails. He could only sniff with his nose and sighed:
"The Demon God's Child, is he really a human?"
"The Fallen Angel, he was an angel before?"
Mil glared disdainfully, then continued,
"In a while, a magic tide will erupt nearby, and this prison will also fall. Get ready."
"My Lord, I have a welcoming gift here that I haven't had a chance to take out. I wanted to give it to you directly."
Mil was a bit surprised. Generally speaking, if one entered a prison, magical items would be detected. If not, they wouldn't be of much significance;
He walked forward and found that Isabella's appearance was not as "Undead" as he had imagined.
She was pure with a hint of sweetness, a standard white-haired, red-eyed beauty, with skin like white jade, clean and translucent.
Isabella wore shackles on her hands, which made it a bit inconvenient, but she still tried to ladylike-ly lift her skirt, revealing two slender, long white legs;
After much effort, the item was not retrieved, but her face gained a blush:
"You're making fun of me. I'm a bit... inconvenient to get it..."
The atmosphere in the prison was deadly quiet. Mil hesitated for a while before asking,
"Where did you... put it?"
"I... tied it to my waist."
Saying this, Isabella awkwardly pressed her lower abdomen, and a finger-shaped cylindrical object bulged beneath her clothes.
"On your waist, huh..."
Mil, however, breathed a sigh of relief.
Since it was a dress and the skirt was heavy, it would indeed be difficult for her with the wooden shackles.
Left with no choice, Mil squatted down, reached his hand through the bars, and felt upwards...
Isabella was wearing black stockings with a garter belt tied around her waist to hold them up; most likely, it was tied to that strap.
Her clothes were slightly tight, so he could only feel upwards along them...
"Left side... Your left side! A little higher... Don't go any higher! It's not on the side! Nor is it behind! Not here... You've already touched it, haven't you?"
Mil realized that he had been deceived by Meridiana, the Succubus Daughter. The vampire girl's body temperature was similar to that of a normal person;
Her skin was very smooth, and her complexion was not pale and bloodless like a dead person, but rather like... a peeled longan fruit.
After taking out the item, he found it was a glass tube containing a red liquid.
Isabella put down her skirt, exhaled, and explained:
"This is the Ancestral Blood. Grand Duke Cezar considered that your power might not be complete before the chaos holy stone is unsealed. By using this, you can temporarily gain the power to connect to the Abyss!"
Mil looked at the glass tube in his hand, overjoyed!
"Heh heh... Not bad, you've put thought into it."
He could even get a welcoming gift? Fantastic! A gift of this caliber was simply a godsend!
So he turned his gaze to the Skeleton Knight, Siegfried.
The Skeleton Knight silently lowered his head.
It seemed the Lord of the Great Tomb was not very sensible either.
Isabella bowed again, then said,
"My Lord, Black Mage Ibon also sent people to find us before. He said he would trigger a magic tide and then arrange for people to break us out of prison, but the condition was that after we got out, we would need to defeat the Holy Sword Master... Diana."
Mil pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said,
"Oh? I'm afraid you won't need to act. That magic tide alone will be enough to wear her down to death. After the prison falls, I will give you instructions. Act according to my command then."
"We obey your will."
Mil nodded, turned to leave, and said as he walked,
"Alright, prepare yourselves... This feast and carnival will end with the despair of the world."
Mil's exit was very cleverly designed; his voice and silhouette disappeared into the darkness with his footsteps.
After Mil's figure completely vanished, Prince Volkan, the Werewolf, asked somewhat confusedly,
"My Lord, why not unlock our shackles first? When the time is right, we can rush out directly and coordinate from inside and out."
"Shut up, you stupid dog! My Lord has his own arrangements!"
Isabella cursed, her eyes full of disdain and contempt. Prince Volkan bared his fangs, and a series of terrifying low growls emanated from his chest:
"Little girl... Are you getting ahead of yourself? When I get out, I'll be the first to bite your neck off!"
"Tsk..."
The sound of a winch turning came from afar. Mil took the elevator and left the underground prison.
For a while after that, Mil had nothing to do and prepared to wait for the magic tide to erupt in this castle;
Accompanied by Lilith, the two arrived at the Ice Lake Prison—the lounge of Seraphio Castle.
In the lounge, besides the Night Candle Legion members bragging and drinking, Viscount Seraphio was also there. As soon as he saw Mil, he began waving from a distance:
"Mil, you've worked hard... It's a bit cold down there, are you alright?"
Viscount Seraphio was robust and had once been a member of the Royal Imperial Guard, deeply trusted by Emperor Albert III;
And the nominal owner of the prison, Count Seraphio, was none other than Emperor Albert III himself.
Mil also smiled and waved, familiarly placing his hand on the Viscount's shoulder:
"I'm fine, everything went smoothly."
"I truly admire you for being able to capture these two Undead. Come, I'll toast you!"
"Thank you, to the great Holy Almania Empire."
Mil was very quick-witted. He raised his glass, and with one call, everyone responded. He took a big gulp and almost choked to death:
"Cough—! What kind of wine is this? So spicy?"
"Distilled spirits. This wine isn't cheap! Mil, since your journey back is long, consider this a farewell toast!"
"Who said I was leaving? I got a bit injured earlier and need to rest here for a while, if you don't mind?"
Saying this, Mil cleared his throat and rubbed his neck, which had been pierced by a sword. A day later, his muscles were still a bit sore.
The Viscount laughed heartily, pulling everyone to drink and eat meat...
When Mil woke up, it was already afternoon, shaken awake by Lilith:
"Still sleeping? The magic tide has erupted, get ready... We need to go!"
"Go? Heh... The show has begun!"
