“……” The girl chose silence and no longer spoke; the rhythm of her words was completely carried by Liumion.
“If that’s the only reason supporting you, then I have enough responses to refute it.” Liumion raised an eyelid, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“……” The girl bowed deeply at ninety degrees, showing her respect and willingness to listen to his explanation.
“I see, so you’ve already given up. You clearly could try a little harder. The desperate, struggling stance of mistaken speech may be foolish, but it has its own unique beauty, hehe.” Liumion said this as he straightened up, crossing one leg leisurely, wearing a relaxed smile, appearing in no rush to explain.
“……She’s about to die.” The girl couldn’t help but remind him.
From her observation, while she was conversing with Liumion, Baiya’s vitality was plummeting straight down, rushing headlong toward the edge of death with no chance of return.
If His Highness Liumion continued to dangle hope before her, well, the girl wouldn’t mind. But if Baiya Eifel Clorom didn’t receive timely treatment, death was the only path left.
“That’s true.” Liumion feigned a sigh, “Then consider this a puzzle forever etched in your heart. Quickly use your racial talent to save Baiya Eifel Clorom.”
He clasped his hands together over his chest, wearing a peaceful smile: “This is not a request, but an order, Rinne Tenki.”
An order?! The girl was momentarily dazed at the word, but she quickly realized Liumion’s patience had run out. He would no longer indulge her whims to answer her doubts.
In fact, it should have been like this from the start; the relationship between master and slave should only be one of command and obedience.
An order has absolute coercive power over the slave girl.
“I understand,” the girl nodded, her pupils devoid of any emotion.
Yes, she only needed to obey the order; why cling to the reasons behind executing it? If that marked her as unqualified and Liumion reported her, she would probably be sent back to her homeland for more rigorous training.
Obedience alone was enough. The girl repeated this phrase quietly several times.
Those words were like a spell deeply imprinted on her soul, enslaving her will.
Liumion watched all this with great interest. Today’s mental conditioning would end here. If it couldn’t succeed at once, then he would destroy even the basics.
“But, His Highness Liumion.” The girl, already swayed by the order, respectfully bowed, her head lowered as she spoke in a serious and cold tone, “You know my racial talent, so have you truly considered this?”
“Hmm, I have considered it.” Liumion nodded with a smile.
“Even if it means killing Baiya Eifel Clorom.” The girl raised her voice slightly.
“Go ahead,” Liumion said indifferently, “Though this slave has qualities I value, in the end, she’s not worth even a single chip of mine. That’s why I’m willing to let you experiment on her since she’s already near death.”
“If she survives, that’s naturally interesting. I’ll look forward to what she does next.”
“If she dies, I won’t blame you. After all, it’s just a trial. I don’t have many expectations, so feel at ease.”
“I see, thank you, His Highness Liumion, I understand,” the girl’s mouth curved into a growing smile, the first time she had truly smiled.
Liumion’s pupils contracted slightly. He raised a lightly clenched fist and tapped his own head. What was he so shocked and scared about? Isn’t this a very beautiful posture?
That killer’s smile, like a blood-stained ruby, crystal clear, scarlet and beautiful—a rare treasure in this world.
Step by step, the girl approached Baiya. By now, she could no longer sense Baiya’s vitality, at least with her naked eyes.
“…Still alive, huh.” The girl withdrew the crazed smile from her face. She couldn’t underestimate this slave. Baiya’s vitality was incredibly tenacious to hold on until now.
If they were to become enemies in the future, this slave would surely be a very tough opponent.
The girl slowly reached behind her to untie her apron, then began stripping off her clothes one piece at a time. Soon, her body was exposed to the air.
Liumion raised one hand to cover his eyes completely—not out of shyness; he wasn’t that timid—but to prevent any shadows from forming in his mind.
He had to admit, the girl’s naked body was a work of art. Because of this, he felt not an ounce of lust toward her.
She had high, proud breasts, a slender waist, skin as soft and fair as snow, a figure nearly perfect by human standards, plus a delicate and beautiful face—truly a rare beauty.
But that was only half of her.
Large patches of rotting black-purple skin, purple-black scars scattered everywhere, dim and lifeless pupils—there was no trace of life or vitality in this body.
This was the other half of the girl: her body.
She was the most perfect masterpiece in the world of 【SLAVE】—both beautiful and ugly, newborn and dying. No wonder she was called the Slave Girl “Master of Life and Death.” Flowing with the blood of Netherworld beings, she was born with such a beautiful form upon awakening!
Life and death coexist within her; contradictions are born within her, beautiful to the extreme!
Together with this extraordinary form came her racial talent. Her ability was a rare treasure in the world of 【SLAVE】!
Rinne Tenki’s “Law of Life and Death” was an unsolvable racial talent. If allowed to manifest fully, anyone in this world—heroes, demon lords, saints, popes, and other legendary figures—would be sent to the Netherworld by her!