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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
199. WE ONLY FAKE
SIGRIDThe edges of her massive rings sliced into his cheeks, leaving bloody streaks as the man struggled to obey her."That’s better. As a reward, it’s time to mark you—so everyone knows you belong to me."She spoke, and I took a step forward, swallowing the lump in my throat.I clenched my teeth, feeling my facial muscles stiffen.Rage coursed through my veins as I watched her lower the cigarette holder and press it against the lower part of the man’s body.He started thrashing, screaming through the gag, his agony unmistakable.The stench of burning flesh instantly filled my senses.Our eyes met—his wide, desperate, pleading.«Save me, save me, please!»I began unlocking my Selenia magic, which I had kept concealed to avoid being discovered.I was going to kill this bitch and rescue this important elemental—this woman didn’t deserve to breathe another second.My hand extended toward a sword, my fingers curling like claws, aiming for her throat."Number 23, respond! Number 23!" The
200. WHO ARE YOU?
SIGRIDSilas tensed the moment I got close, his breathing growing heavier, and I could hear the rapid hammering of his heart against my chest.He remained rigid in my grasp as I wrapped my arms around his back, my face burying itself in his neck.His hair tickled my nose, and that delicious citrus scent clung to his skin—like a tree heavy with ripe oranges.For some reason, I suddenly craved a juicy orange."Just a few seconds. We're only pretending, Silas," I whispered, slightly worried."Mmm, more… kiss me more…" My embarrassing moans echoed in the silence of the street.Goddess, I was so grateful for the darkness—I was embarrassing myself."Mmm, touch me more there… faster…" I moaned against his neck.Any second now, I expected Silas to shove me away, maybe even choke me, but he just stood there, still, tense, enduring my grasp and my ridiculous wailing right in his ear.Curious footsteps approached.I spotted some metal trash bins nearby and kicked them over, making a loud racket
201. WHY... I WANT YOU?
SILAS“I can’t die, I can’t die, I can’t… die! I CAN’T DIE!!”I screamed like a madman, raging as fury surged through my veins, roaring inside my prison like the death row inmate I was.Through this corrupted eye, I could see everything happening outside that monster they called a “tree.”Trees give life, and this was just another abomination created by those damned beings—a slow, painful death, as if our lives of slavery weren’t already enough of a hell.“I’m sorry, baby,” I heard a soft voice when I had already given up.I opened my cursed eye and saw her—a beautiful woman holding a baby, her gaze full of weakness and compassion, her gentle coos, her healing power reaching deep into my shattered soul.She was a sorceress. I knew her once, in that mansion that’s been my prison since I was practically a child.I don’t remember her name, but I want to live. I have to live, no matter what. I can’t die with this deep hatred burning my soul, so I clung to her with everything I had.“My na
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