Chapter 1796 - The Red Cardinal, Asura (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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The Sacred Snow Mountain in the Alps…

The mountain resembled a lake of snow, with several buildings emanating warm golden glows amid the blizzard, distributed orderly across the place in a dignified manner.

The blizzard lasted throughout the night. A few servants were walking through the thick snow, holding ancient lamps. They had finished their work for the day after cleaning the halls. It was time for them to return to their warm little huts and light up the furnaces there for a comfortable night’s sleep.

The Holy Judgment Court went to sleep as soon as those old servants went to bed. Not a single patrol was visible, since not many people in the world would dare to stir any trouble here. The Holy Judgment Court was the supreme existence, above the Magic Associations of the Five Continents!

The sound of steady footsteps shuffling was audible after the midnight bell struck. Many Holy Court Mages heard the footsteps, but they were not too concerned about it. Those aged servants always left their belongings behind. It was unnecessary for them to sacrifice their sleep for trivial matters.

The dungeon of the Holy Judgment Court was facing the direction the sun normally set. It was also where the footsteps had stopped.

Deep inside the dungeon was a cell Sealed by seven layers of magic formations. There was no electricity there, and only a few oil lamps were lit. The dim light only reached a short distance away. The cell was shrouded in darkness.

The long corridor was empty, holding only a few rocks at most.

At the end of the corridor was the cell with seven layers of magic Formations around it. The cell wall was made of wooden logs an arm wide. The logs were less than seven centimeters apart, with a simple wooden door, yet despite how simple the cell was, no one had ever escaped from it.

“Who’s there!?” a young voice came from the cell.

Ta! Ta! Ta! A pair of heels tapped rhythmically on the floor. A slim figure was approaching the cell through the long corridor.

The oil lamps only outlined her. The young man in the cell was starting to feel uneasy. He seemed to have recognized the person approaching the cell, but how could she possibly be here? He was in the dungeon of the Holy Judgment Court, the exact place everyone in the world wanted to lock that person in.

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But she had come to the place on her own instead, strolling in so casually. Even the Cold Prince felt like yelling at the top of his lungs, ready to tell the Holy Court Mages that the scariest Red Cardinal was right in their territory. Hurry up and catch her!

“You don’t seem to be happy to see me?” The woman in heels grabbed a wooden stool nearby that the Holy Court Mages usually sat on while interrogating the prisoner in the cell. She crossed her legs and leaned backward, the picture of relaxation.

“I don’t think you’re here to save me. Your subordinate killed my most beloved woman!” the Cold Prince snarled.

“Blue Bat is one of the disciples I’m very proud of,” Salan agreed.

“How did you get in here? This is the Holy Judgment Court!” the Cold Prince could not help but ask.

The Cold Prince did have a little glimpse of hope in his heart. If the Red Cardinal could sneak into the dungeon of the Holy Judgment Court like a phantom, didn’t that also mean she could help him escape!?

“The maid serving Herr Casa happens to be one of mine, too. The Holy Judgment Court coincidentally left her here,” Salan informed him.

“Humph, is there any limit to your boldness?” the Cold Prince snorted.