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191. THE GOOD ELECTRA
SIGRIDAt that moment, I was beyond grateful for my knowledge of black magic.Even so, despite all the strange things I had witnessed, watching the trunk of that tree split open, with dark, tar-like blood oozing onto the ground from within, and the body of that man being "released"—that was a scene that would be burned into my memory forever.Half of his body tumbled out of the tree trunk, barely recognizable, his raw flesh exposed and slowly being devoured.He tried to crawl forward using his arms, but he couldn’t. His legs were still trapped—it seemed that cursed tree wouldn’t let go of its meal so easily.The slave clung to life. Not a single sound escaped his lips despite the excruciating pain he had to be feeling, and something like admiration stirred in my chest.I placed the baby on the soft grass, away from this horrific scene, and strode toward him with determination."Come on, don’t make me waste my time and spells in vain," I urged him sharply, gripping his arms and yanking
192. MARK OF SLAVERY
SIGRIDThe night was advancing, and I needed to move quickly.Carrying a baby while transformed into mist was one thing, but transporting a fully grown man was another. I had to move him somewhere closer first."Can you walk? Hey—" I crouched beside him, keeping my guard up in case he tried to attack me by surprise.But when I grabbed his shoulder firmly, his body slumped backward, completely limp—he had fainted.For the love of the heavens.I exhaled sharply, but every thought in my mind froze when I finally saw his uncovered face, now that his filthy hair had fallen away.I clenched my fists as rage coursed through me. His face was destroyed.Covered in deep, gruesome wounds, scars, and worst of all, around his right eye, a massive blackened mark—like a burn—spanning part of his cheek and forehead.What kind of cursed spell had they been experimenting with on this poor bastard?I covered him as best as I could with the cloak and conjured a fortification spell. This would drain a lot
193. NOW YOU ARE MINE
SIGRIDThat man had sat up and was attacking me, with a monstrous strength I had no idea where he was pulling from, given his condition."I'm… removing… the seal," I clawed at his wrists, fighting against the lack of oxygen, staring directly into that golden eye now burning with clouded, erratic fury.Madness lurked in its depths."Don’t… touch me… you damn…—" he growled, his voice dripping with such visceral, bloodthirsty hatred that it sent shivers down my spine."Aagghh," I gasped, struggling against him.His black nails dug deeper and deeper into my pale throat, darkness creeping into my vision, dizziness clouding my mind."I'm not… her… calm… down… I'm not… Lucre…cia…"I realized he was confusing me with her—that the hatred he felt for his former mistress was fueling the last remnants of resistance in his body.I was going to have to attack him—I could feel it—but I wasn’t about to die for someone else’s sins.Just as I was about to summon flames in my hands, the pressure on my n
194. HIDDEN SECRETS
SIGRIDHe looked a bit lost, staring toward the balcony. He tried to push himself up, but his body collapsed with a dull thud against the floor.I wanted to go back and help him—I didn’t know why, but I felt such deep pity for him. However, I couldn’t. Here, I wasn’t Princess Sigrid. I was Electra, the cruel witch.No matter how much I had bewitched him, I couldn’t trust anyone.He dragged himself across the floor toward the table. He had no strength to sit on the chair, so he yanked the tablecloth, sending all the food crashing onto the floor with the metallic clatter of plates.I watched him devour the food desperately, barely chewing, like a wild animal fighting to survive.For the first time, despite all the suffering he had endured since I met him, I saw tears falling from the only eye that still worked, his head bowed.Goddess, how can you allow such evil against the very beings you loved so much?Wasn’t it because of them that you longed to descend and witness their lives up cl
195. SILAS
SIGRIDHe had the blanket draped over his shoulders. He looked at me for a second before lowering his head and stepping aside."Good, I see you're at least standing," I said, stepping inside to check that everything was in order."Put on these clothes and shoes I bought for you. I think they should fit, but we can find more later if needed."I tossed a leather bag onto the bed, filled with items from the market, as I sat down on the small chair beside the round table.I expected him to hide behind the wooden screen to change, but instead, he simply dropped the blanket and stood completely naked in the middle of the room.I immediately averted my eyes.Clearly, undressing wasn’t something that troubled him. He had probably spent half his life like this.I could hear the rustling of fabric as he dressed. He wasn’t speaking, and neither was I. I was getting bored."What’s your name? I’m Electra de la Croix," I introduced myself at last."I have no name… my lady," he answered, and I glanc
196. UNDERGROUND AUCTIONS
SIGRIDI arrived in the city of Valles, though, in truth, I had no real idea where exactly I was in the realm.So much had changed over time, and I was relying solely on Electra’s memories to guide me."Where is the auction house?" I asked the guards at the city’s entrance, and they gave me directions.We navigated through the streets, weaving between carriages and bustling crowds, until we trotted up to an enormous mansion set apart from the noise."Ma’am, excuse me, but this is a private residence," two guards stood watch at the tall iron gates."I’m an invited guest to today’s event," I said, extending the invitation, which they inspected."And him?""He’s my slave. Any problem with that?" I raised a brow.The horse fidgeted, restless from the long journey, and my patience was wearing thin."No, no issue at all. Please proceed, Lady de la Croix. A stablehand will guide you."At last, the towering gates, wrapped in ivy, swung open to reveal a beautiful garden."Follow me this way,"
197. SPECIAL ARTICLE
SIGRIDI pressed the pedal again, discreetly glancing toward the opposite booth, where the red light flickered on the floor.And so, we waged our silent bidding war. The other buyers had withdrawn—the lunar runes were valuable, but their uses were limited."500,000 gold coins for bidder number 67!""Damn it!" I muttered under my breath.Electra had money—she could afford this—but withdrawing too many coins from the family vaults would draw Morgana’s attention.My gaze kept drifting toward the red cloth, something about it pulling me in. Whatever was behind it, I had to take it.But if I spent too much now, I might not have enough to make a bigger bid later."500,000 gold coins for the lunar runes—sold to bidder number 67!""This can’t be happening," I pinched the bridge of my nose.Goddess, I hope losing this item—one I desperately needed—was worth it."And now, one of tonight’s treasures! I know you’ve been waiting for this—behold this beauty!"He yanked the cloth away, and I swear I
198. LUCRECIA SILVER
SIGRID"Sold! This magnificent slave now belongs to Lady Lucrecia Silver!"I looked down, sighing heavily at the man who was now in the worst place imaginable."I’m leaving, my lady," Silas murmured, pulling my attention back to him—only then did I realize how close we were.I immediately stepped back, not wanting to make him uncomfortable."Fine. Just don’t do anything reckless, please. Remember—I won’t fall for your sake. If you screw up even a little, I can kill you with a snap of my fingers."I threw in that last threat, afraid he might march straight toward Lucrecia to attack her.It would be like sending a pup to kill an adult lycan.I watched him walk out, the darkness around him swirling like a living thing. I had noticed it—his eye wasn’t just burned, it was cursed.Later, once I had earned his trust, I needed to ask exactly what that dark energy coursing through his veins was.He was an elemental—he shouldn’t be like this.I sank back into my seat. I had lost everything—the
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