Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 162 - 151 Lanci says let there be light_1

At this time, just before midnight, the night sky had already fallen.

Lichtenstein Castle and its surrounding mountains were shrouded in a thick fog, the shadows cast by the moonlight dominating the view.

Main Level Hall.

The chill of late autumn attempted to penetrate the castle’s thick stone walls, but was repelled by the warmth emanating from the fireplace. The people in the banquet hall were enveloped in a cozy, lively atmosphere.

At the far end of the banquet table, near the entrance door of the sanctuary, Count Paluocas stood alone, his solitary figure grim, his unique oppressive aura making the surrounding air feel unusually heavy.

"..."

It was clear that this man knew of his impending arrival, yet he still acted as if he didn’t care.

A sense of bewilderment, disillusionment, and the feeling of being fooled into punching the air lead Count Paluocas to laugh bitterly.

He had never seen such an arrogant lower life-form.

But it was rather amusing.

Clearly, not everyone at the banquet table was as elegant and collected as the black-haired, green-eyed man at the head of the table.

The best actors were just the cold youth with ash-grey hair half-covered by sunglasses and a woman demon with grey hair in a red dress, her face wearing a seductive smile. The two genuinely looked unfrightened.

Everyone else gave away their varying degrees of nervousness through subtle movements. The inconsistent performances exposed the bluff of these human beings.

"Why do you seem so serious?"

Lanci raised his glass, smiling as he inquired of the unexpected guest, Count Paluocas.

He didn’t intend to blame Count Paluocas for intruding upon their dinner without permission.

"I lost a precious subordinate here; do you know of this?"

Count Paluocas didn’t rush to behead Lanci, but instead questioned Lanci in an interrogative manner like a subject asking his monarch.

This interesting little bug, he would have plenty of time to deal with tonight.

"She was feeling down and decided to commit suicide. I regret this deeply."

Lanci’s eyebrows fell slightly, as though remembering the image of the Goddess of Destruction.

He failed to save that misguided student.

Lanci knew that his character might be viewed as excessively saintly by others.

But Lanci didn’t mind. Kindness is a thorny path; both malice and goodwill can cause harm.

"..."

Hyperion quietly glanced at Lanci, not daring to utter a word!

She felt that this guy was definitely thinking about some very inappropriate things. He didn’t seem afraid of divine retribution at all.

Laughing, Count Paluocas queried Lanci jokingly:

"I see, then may I ask you all to commit suicide?"

In his heart, Count Paluocas started tallying – for every extra word Lanci uttered, he would make him beg louder tonight.

Lanci paused for a brief moment, as if confronted with a serious problem.

Soon, he spoke again:

"Inciting, coercing, or deceiving others to commit suicide is a criminal act, punishable as intentional homicide or intentional injury, Count Paluocas?"

Lanci was still seated, looking lazy, but definitely different from before.

"Don’t you understand, in the Huo Ning Empire, the Blood Clan is the very embodiment of law itself. The human laws you speak of are but game rules that you worms must abide by."

Although their comments for the three bullies of the Student Council were not good, these three were still the representatives of the new students of the school.

The Count of the Blood Clan had come with a murderous intention. Everyone beside the banquet table remained still, like puppets being pulled by fate, unable to resist the coming tragedy.

In this moment of impending bloodshed.

A solitary figure stood distinctively on the road at the far end of the square.

He was different from the students who were dodging eyes or hanging heads; he watched the outdoor giant screen with a more satisfied gaze.

Upon seeing the challengers still helpless after the Count of the Blood Clan was thoroughly enraged, Modan couldn’t help but laugh. It was not normal laughter—rather a mix of victory and sympathy, full of enjoyment in the pain that others were about to suffer.

Just when everyone thought the Shadow World was about to end.

The hands on the clock tower also pointed to midnight.

At Lichtenstein Castle, at the end of the long banquet table in the sacred temple.

Lanci sat with one hand supporting his chin and the other hand on the table. The corners of his mouth were calm, like he was always in control of thunder and lightning.

He lightly knocked his knuckles on the table. On his napkin was an Epic Magic Card emitting an orange electric cocoon!

In an instant.

A dazzling light, like the sun, instantly filled the entire sacred temple!

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a world of pure light, as if it was about to burst through the stained glass windows and the rose window, coating the Lichtenstein Castle on the cliff with a rainbow-like shimmer!

A ball of light, like the illumination of tomorrow, rose in the temple. Under the blessings of the light, the ground warmed up.

Clang, clang!

As if ripples were cast in the purified heaven, the twelve strokes of midnight’s clock chimed along with the sacred music.

Amid the reverberations of the sacred clock’s twelve strikes in the temple, Count Paluocas felt as if his brain was about to be shattered by the ringing, as if he was in the noon of a day and night reversal!

Count Paluocas, who was originally still diving, fell to the ground while clutching his eyes that felt as if they were stabbed by a million needles, as if he had lost his balance.

"No, this is impossible!!!"

In that moment, although Count Paluocas would have preferred to believe that the light piercing his eyes was only a hallucination, the truth was that his strength had been reduced to just one-tenth of its original!

Even this Power of the Sun seemed to continue to refract and amplify in the temple, giving him the frightening sensation of being sunburned beyond noon!

"Ah, my power! Why—why can you make the sun appear at night, what on earth are you!!!"

As the heart-wrenching scream of Count Paluocas resonated, people such as the Executioner and the male guards had already put on sunglasses.

"Praise be to the Goddess of Zanmei!"

"Hehehe!"

Clergy members whose eyes still held a hint of chaos picked up their weapons and walked towards the Earl like merciless butchers.

At the far end of the banquet table, Lanci sat motionless at the head, with a closed-eyed smile.

"The plans of a day begin with the morning. Young people should keep early hours to maintain their routine. Otherwise, if they reverse day and night—sleep during the day and party at night—their heart will become gloomy."

Listening to the heart-wrenching shouts of Count Paluocas under the Shining Virtue light, Lanci sighed.

He always thought the Blood Clan had a major issue.

That is, their routine was too poor.

Not only is this bad for physical and mental health, but it could also easily set a bad example for teenagers.

Lanci actually liked the Blood Clan very much. As the principal, he always believed in equal opportunity education.

So, his goal was to help all the Blood Clans adjust their routine first.