“Mmm… ah… mmm~”
Raphael felt the cool sensation on her body and couldn’t help but let out a soft cry.
Her upper body was naked, those 2 peaches exposed to the air.
Feisi looked at Raphael helplessly, her voice somewhat annoyed.
“Seriously, Raphael, if others didn’t know any other way, they’d think we’re doing something shameful.”
Then she removed the measuring tape from Raphael’s body.
Raphael’s body trembled slightly, and she spoke apologetically.
“Sorry, Sister Feisi, I didn’t mean to…”
Feisi patted her head to comfort her.
“It’s fine, it’s my fault too. You probably aren’t used to my technique. I’ll be gentler next time.”
Raphael tilted her head.
“Eh? There’s a next time?”
Feisi’s hand, which had been stroking the white hair, stopped, and she lightly tapped her head.
“Didn’t Laiyinmute tell you?”
“During this time he’s ordered more than 10 sets of clothes from me, all the latest styles from the Imperial Capital.”
“No, Master didn’t tell me.”
Feisi smiled, and thinking of the clothes Laiyinmute had custom-ordered, she couldn’t help but show an evil grin.
She brought her face close to Raphael’s.
“Hehe, does Little Lafei want to know what that little brat Laiyinmute ordered for you?”
With that, Feisi took out a small notebook from her chest and waved it in front of her.
“All the sketches of the clothes he ordered are in here~”
Raphael had just learned that Laiyinmute had bought so many sets of clothes for her, and she couldn’t help but think of those things in Laiyinmute’s room.
“No, no, no… no need, Sister Feisi.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going.”
Raphael hurriedly put on her clothes, while Feisi watched with a smile from the side.
“By the way, isn’t that little brat Laiyinmute coming to pick you up?”
“He’s so at ease letting you go out alone today, and it’s almost dark now.”
Raphael’s hands paused while dressing, and she said somewhat resentfully.
“Master… went to the Imperial Capital.”
“He said the Council is going to discuss important matters.”
After saying that, Raphael pouted unhappily, feeling very dissatisfied.
She had finished dressing, and the outfit she wore was exactly the white silk dress Laiyinmute liked most.
Because he liked it, Raphael had kept wearing it.
Laiyinmute had clearly promised to take her along at the time.
Feisi opened the small booklet, and looking at the more than 10 designs inside, she couldn’t help but sigh.
She breathed heavily through her mouth.
“I should make one for myself someday. He should like it.”
Feisi’s pupils turned pink, a smile on her face, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, both hands on her cheeks, giggling foolishly.
Wisps of steam rose from the top of her head.
Her hands even reached toward certain places.
“Hehe.”
She was now completely unlike her proper self from earlier.
Raphael walked alone through the forest on her way home, leaving a shallow footprint wherever she passed.
The white dress swayed as it was brushed by the breeze.
Because of her frustration, Raphael kicked a small stone away hard.
“When is Master coming back…”
Raphael sighed.
Since the two had grown closer, this was the first time they had been apart.
It hadn’t been like this before, but now she missed him after being separated for less than half a day.
How had she become someone who couldn’t stand loneliness?
Raphael looked up at the bright moon, feeling very uneasy.
“Mmm… what?!”
Several black figures passed by her, and Raphael narrowly dodged them.
“You… who are you?”
Raphael looked heartbroken at the tear in her clothes and questioned the people in front of her.
Only then did she notice that the ones in front of her were not just anyone, but several… Abyss Demon Knights.
Raphael’s pupils shook violently.
“This is impossible. How could you appear here?”
The Abyss Demon Knights were one of the trusted legions of her good leader, the good Demon King Puromian.
They could be said to be one of the sharpest swords of the Demon Race.
Although she didn’t know them particularly well, as a high-ranking member she naturally knew something.
Even the weakest in the legion had Rank 6 strength, and that Knight Commander possessed power infinitely close to Rank 9.
Although she had recovered part of her authority now, it was doubtful whether she could even reach Rank 5.
But thinking about that was useless now.
What made Raphael curious was why they could suddenly appear in a town near the Imperial Capital and even find her.
“Emil La’an, we, in the name of the Demon King, bearing the King’s weapon, have come to judge the traitor of our race.”
A muffled voice came from the black armor.
Light and shadow flashed in the hand of the knight with a cape on his back.
A pitch-black spear appeared in his hand.
“How… how is that possible?”
Raphael was not only panicked; she could feel the familiar aura on it.
It had Puromian’s unique magic power.
Clearly, it was forged by that one.
“But… isn’t he dead?”
Raphael murmured, already starting to think about how to run.
The power she could currently use was not even 1 tenth of what it used to be.
She absolutely did not want to be skewered through.
She gathered that familiar magic circle in her hand, raised her hand, and clenched it hard.
“It’s useless… traitor.”
“We have received the grace of Lord Demon King.”
“With your current ability, it is nothing but a futile effort.”
The several knights only trembled slightly, without the effect she had imagined.
Those purple eyes were full of terror.
In the past, she could have easily crushed these few ants to death.
Even at her weakest back then, she was only weaker than those few at the top.
Now she was simply pathetically weak.
The ability she was most proud of was also useless at this moment.
Red magic power gathered at the tip of the spear, and a terrifying aura surged from it.
The surrounding space was also distorting.
Raphael gasped, turned to run, but unexpectedly, the two knights who had been behind the caped one just now had already surrounded her.
The encirclement was complete; Raphael had no way to escape.
The knight holding the spear walked toward Raphael step by step, and with each step, the surrounding trees were swallowed by the distorted space.
A muffled voice came from the armor.
“Traitor, Lord Demon King instructed us to bring you back, but before that, we may torture you as we please.”
The knight had already walked up to her and grabbed Raphael’s little head with one huge hand.
“Mmm… aaaah! It hurts.”
Raphael squeezed her eyes shut in pain, tears streaming from the corners.
Although this pain was not even 1 percent of what the Demon King had once caused, it was not something she, who had grown used to a comfortable life, could endure now.
Crack, crack – the sound of bones breaking rang out.
Blood flowed from Raphael’s eyes, nose, and ears.
A massive amount of blood surged from her throat, staining her white clothes red.
“Aaaah… mmm-aaaah.”
Raphael could only let out agonized screams.
The knight thrust the spear tip into Raphael’s right shoulder, pinning her to the ground.
The flesh there was continuously destroyed, but because Raphael herself had stored enough life force, the flesh was also continuously repairing.
Destroyed and repaired over and over – it was truly extreme torture.
Raphael’s entire face was completely pale, and her eyes were full of bloodshot veins.
Raphael’s consciousness was already fading, and she thought of only 1 name in her heart.
If only Laiyinmute were here…
Her consciousness gradually faded.
The black-armored knight saw that the effect was about right and pulled out the spear tip.
He grabbed Raphael’s head and was about to leave.
But a tremendous force came from his hand, and the armor on his hand made a crackling sound as it broke.
“What…!”
Thick dust rose, and the black-armored knight was instantly sent flying.
Within the dust, there was only a pair of purple eyes.
“Hehehe, it’s my turn now~”
The girl’s sweet voice drifted through the night.
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