Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 105 Judgment Day

Chapter 104 Judgment Day (Part 2)

The smoke from the artillery fire had not yet dissipated, and the sky above Frostwolf City was stained a grayish-yellow.

The massive Tower of Babel stands before the inner fortress square, its four giant steel feet deeply embedded in the ground, with shattered stone bricks radiating outwards.

This relic of the Golden Age is like a steel statue descended to earth, looking down upon the once invincible Frostwolf City.

Lorraine descended from the Tower of Babel.

Victor was already waiting at the bottom, a fourth-tier Grand Knight fully armed, with the Fimbul Wolf King Greatsword slung across his back.

Behind him stood Lyra, a girl with heterochromatic black and gold eyes, who was warily scanning her surroundings, the staff in her hand emitting a faint golden glow.

"Is there still any sporadic resistance in the city?" Lorraine asked.

"That's all." Victor shook his head. "Ohm's scan was thorough. After those last two rounds of shelling, everyone who dared to pick up a weapon put it down."

"What about the common people?"

"They're hiding inside, too afraid to come out. The situation in the lower part of the city is a little better; some poor people are even running out and looking in our direction."

Lorraine nodded.

"Let's go. Let's go see our dear Countess."

The group slowly descended from the elevator platform of the Tower of Babel and stepped onto the stone-paved road of the Frostwolf Castle.

Anna walked to Lorraine's right, half a step behind.

A pale, faint light shone around her, like a thin layer of frost.

Victor is on the left, with Lyra bringing up the rear.

Ohm's voice rang in Lorraine's ears—she maintained real-time communication with Lorraine through a neural link.

"Lorraine, the Countess's location has been pinpointed. It's in the third secret room on the second basement floor of the inner fortress. There are also six attendants and two members of a collateral branch of the family."

"Armed forces?"

"Two attendants carried daggers, while the rest were unarmed. The Countess wore a Tier 3 protective accessory, but it was practically worthless to Anna."

"receive."

Lorraine walked at a leisurely pace.

The inner fortress corridors were deserted, the oil paintings hanging on the walls were crooked, and several had fallen to the ground. Broken glass and overturned candlesticks were scattered on the red carpet—the result of the shelling earlier.

After turning a corner, the staircase appeared.

Lorraine stopped and looked down at the stone steps leading underground. A faint light emanated from the depths of the stairs—a candle flame—along with the sound of suppressed sobs.

"Young Master," Anna said softly, "should I go downstairs and clean up first?"

"No need." Lorraine stepped onto the first stone step. "We can go down together. Let them see that what's meant to come will come."

The stone steps were narrow, allowing only two people to walk side by side. Victor stepped aside to let Lorraine and Anna go first, while he followed behind with Lyra.

Descending to the second basement level, a long, narrow corridor came into view. At the end of the corridor was a heavy iron door with an intricately crafted gold lock.

Lorraine glanced at the lock.

Anna extended her finger, and a wisp of pale fire gently touched the lock cylinder.

The metal softened, deformed, and collapsed rapidly under high temperatures. The entire lock mechanism turned into a pool of molten iron within three seconds, flowing down the door panel and solidifying into a dark red metal disc on the ground.

The iron gate lost its support and slowly collapsed inward.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

The candlelight flickered violently in the secret room, and several figures huddled together in fear.

Lorraine stepped across the threshold and went inside.

The secret room wasn't large, probably around twenty square meters. The walls were made of rough stone bricks, and in one corner were several chests of gold coins and jewels—it seemed the Countess hadn't forgotten to take these possessions with her when she fled.

The number of items was not large, but the individual value was shockingly high. It was clear that the Countess only picked out some particularly valuable ones to take with her, but even so, the total value was still considerable.

Six servants huddled in a corner, two of them clutching short knives whose blades trembled slightly in the candlelight.

The Countess sat in a chair in the very center of the secret room.

She maintained the decorum of a noblewoman—at least outwardly. Her clothes were wrinkled, but her hair was not disheveled, and her makeup was still relatively intact. Her hands were clasped together on her knees, her knuckles white from the effort, but her back was ramrod straight.

The Countess's lips moved slightly as she saw Lorraine walk in.

"Lorraine————"

Her voice trembled slightly, but she quickly suppressed it. She took a breath and gave a gentle smile.

"You're back."

Lorraine stopped three steps in front of her, hands in his pockets, looking down at the woman who had once exiled him to his death.

"I'm back," he said. "You didn't expect that, did you?"

The Countess's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered, stood up, and stretched out her hands to Lorraine, making a gesture as if she wanted to hug him.

"Lorraine, you are my husband's son. No matter what misunderstandings happened before, you are still of the Frostwolf bloodline. As for this matter—I was also dragged into it."

"sit down."

Lorraine's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the secret room heard it clearly. The Countess paused, her outstretched hands hanging in mid-air.

I said, sit down.

The Countess slowly lowered her hand and sat back down in her chair. The smile on her face vanished, replaced by a complex expression—fear, anger, resentment, and a lingering sense of relief.

"Lorraine, listen to me—"

—

"No," Lorraine interrupted her, "I'm the one who should be speaking."

He pulled a hand out of his pocket and opened his palm to Anna beside him.

Anna understood, and a wisp of pale fire condensed into a fist-sized ball of light above Lorraine's palm, illuminating the entire secret chamber.

The pale light shone on the Countess's face, illuminating every detail of her well-maintained features.

Lorraine examined the face closely.

The skin is firm and wrinkles are almost invisible.

I used a high-quality alchemy anti-aging cream on the corners of my eyes, and even the fine lines were completely wiped away.

A woman in her forties looks no more than her early thirties.

"You've taken such good care of yourself, madam," Lorraine said.

The Countess, unsure why Lorraine had suddenly brought up this topic, shifted uncomfortably in her chair.

"Lorraine, what exactly do you want—"

"Do you know how much those face creams with anti-aging properties you spend are actually worth?"

Lorraine spoke as if it were a casual conversation, "Enough for White Wolf Outpost to live for a few years. Enough for that bastard you threw out to die to burn a thousand bonfires in the snow."

The Countess pressed her lips together.

"Anna." Lorraine turned to the maid beside her.

"exist."

"I now announce the verdict against the Countess of Frostwolf."

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The room was so quiet that you could hear the faint crackling of the candle wick burning.

Lorraine looked down at the woman in the chair, the pale firelight flickering deep in his pupils.

"Your face is the thing you care about most in this life," he said. "Then I'll start with your face."

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