Recalling the days when the Demon King corrupted her,
Ophitia had absorbed her magic through the Moon Mark, allowing the “roots” of the Moon Mark to grow wildly and rampage inside Avira’s body.
It had been a torturous process.
She processed Avira’s magic, corrupted it with Demon Essence, and then injected it back into her body through the Moon Mark.
In this way, the already rampant “roots” absorbed even more nutrients, and the mental craving completely shattered Avira’s defenses.
She was bound to the bed, her legs shackled and spread wide, locked to the ceiling for training. Ophitia had turned her into a familiar in just one week. In the end, Avira grew black wings and wore a pitch-black crown of corruption. Many people couldn’t even recognize her as the princess of Tilves.
She was known among many humans as the Black Flame Undying Phoenix.
Avira removed her black silk gloves, revealing a cross pattern on the back of her hand.
“Holy Sword.”
Avira murmured softly. With a gathering of silver-white light that reassembled, the Holy Sword appeared in her hand.
The Holy Sword could transform into a pattern for easy carrying.
It seemed to have been created by an ancient deity specifically for the Hero—a legendary weapon.
It had multiple functions, but dominating the Holy Sword and unlocking its powers required time.
Avira could dominate the Holy Sword to aid in cultivating her own undying Phoenix power, but the bad news was that she wasn’t the Hero, so dominating it wasn’t easy.
However, the Holy Sword still had its unique uses.
Avira suddenly put the Crystal Core into her mouth.
Perhaps because Ophitia hadn’t pampered Lace recently, the Demon Essence content this time was higher than ever. The originally colorless and tasteless gem began to melt upon touching Avira’s lips.
The Crystal Core’s surface melted like a lollipop, turning into Demon Essence mixed with sweet juice that flowed down Avira’s throat and into her body.
“Ahh…!”
As more and more Demon Essence entered, Avira’s body began to convulse. She arched up like she had been electrocuted. The Moon Mark released a massive amount of deep blue miasma like a dam bursting, enveloping her body.
“Demon King, Demon King… no… wuu…”
Avira subconsciously begged for mercy. Her rapid panting forced her pink little tongue to stick out slightly.
A blush of shyness appeared on her icy face. The Demon King’s power made her entire body go soft, and memories from the past flooded her mind like a torrent.
The Moon Mark was just like a plant.
Nourished, its branches and leaves grew vigorously, releasing miasma to erode Avira.
Avira was almost at her wits’ end.
She could only wait for the countdown to her fall, ultimately becoming the Demon King’s slave.
But now she had the Holy Sword.
Confirming that the Moon Mark was “full,” she used her magic to force all the miasma released by the Moon Mark into the Holy Sword!
The Holy Sword acted like a battery, greedily absorbing the miasma from Avira’s body.
In the end, a strand of black appeared on the pure white hilt.
Having accepted the Demon King’s power, if not for the Holy Sword “taking the hit” for her, she would have been done for!
A few minutes later, confirming no abnormalities in her body, she withdrew the Holy Sword and collapsed onto the bed.
“That was close.”
Avira pulled up the covers, planning to fall asleep before the Demon King arrived, to avoid another shameful interaction with the idiot.
What she didn’t know was that at that moment, the Holy Sword, transformed into a cross pattern on the back of her right hand, had grown a devilish horn pattern—like a sacrilege of the holy. Not entirely reassured, Avira secretly summoned the Holy Sword again and hid it in the storage.
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Avira didn’t fall asleep.
That night, Ophitia treated her like a soft plush toy. Like a shameless newlywed couple sharing a bed after agreeing to the wedding, this time Avira was left with legs that wouldn’t close properly.
In the morning, her thighs and waist ached, and things felt weird down there… All Ophitia’s fault!
Excuse her, but she was Dragon Clan!
The Dragon Clan’s strength lay in their magic reserves and physical constitution. Ophitia, having obtained one of the seals, only grew more intense.
“Vera was so great last night~ Always actively matching me. Could it be that Vera practiced~?”
“…”
Even if Avira wanted to please the Demon King, she was a bit annoyed and gave Ophitia a cold glance.
“Vera, don’t be mad. I was wrong!”
“How could I be mad at the Demon King?”
“Weren’t we supposed to call me wifey?”
Ophitia pouted and wrapped her tail around Avira’s waist.
“Wifey.”
Avira responded perfunctorily and went to make breakfast, leaving the Demon King alone, hugging her flushed face and swaying back and forth.
This guy seemed to have forgotten that they had a battle coming up soon.
After breakfast, Avira headed to the underground warehouse near the Royal Palace.
This place had originally been a royal storeroom for important resources, but now it had been converted into a prison.
It was for holding enemy captives.
Unfortunately, this time, the only one who could still be called a captive was one person left.
Avira carefully stepped down the slippery stairs to avoid falling. Interestingly, after her eyes demonized, she could see clearly in the dark.
If asked what was the most exciting thing today, it was definitely successfully dominating the Holy Sword.
Descending the stairs and following the Demonkin guard’s guidance, in the damp prison where candles were the only light source, a figure of a girl sitting on the ground appeared behind the cold bars. Avira stopped and looked down at her.
Atia had bathed and changed into new clothes, but she sat on the dusty floor. Even her black thigh-high stockings were tattered, with holes exposing her fair skin. Noticing someone arrive, she showed no reaction, like a living corpse.
“Atia.”
Avira’s lips curved up.
“I’m here to save you.”
“…”
Atia didn’t speak. She lifted her head, gave Avira a hollow look with empty eyes, then lowered it again.
“Thirty percent of your subordinates didn’t completely die. They became Low-Level Evil Demons. Though they lack reason, they are still themselves.”
Avira’s voice echoed leisurely.
“…”
A few minutes later, Atia finally spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
“I won’t join you. If you want to turn me into Demon Race, just kill me outright.”
“Atia, I think you’re mistaken about three things.”
“What?”
“First, if I wanted to turn you into Demon Race, you wouldn’t have a chance to refuse.”
“…Oh.”
“Second, I’m not trying to make you join the Demon Race. I think most relationships in this world are based on mutual benefit—between you and me, or even me and the Demon King.”
“Hmm, your view is interesting.” Atia sneered.
No matter what, her outcome wouldn’t change.
What was the point?
But she didn’t expect that with a click, Avira opened the cell door.
She smiled amiably.
“Second, I’m not Demon Race.”
