Volume 4, Chapter 11-3 – Colleague, I’m Sorry

Stella felt that the demons of the Abyss were stranger than the last.

It was not just succubi whose thought processes were abnormal. Now it seemed dragon-type demons were cut from the same cloth.

According to Stella’s plan, after using Divine Blessing to pull Veronica back from the brink of death, the two of them should have gone their separate ways and never interfered with each other again.

She had killed six Samael Dragon Attendants and given Veronica a brutal beating. The warning she needed to deliver had already been delivered.

Such a glorious battle record should have been more than enough to give the Electors secretly watching from the shadows a solid warning.

But…

Why were they all scrambling over one another to become her daughters?

Stella was speechless.

Even counting generously, she was only fourteen years old this year, okay!

Dorothy calling her Mom was one thing.

After all, no matter how she looked at it, the little succubus had only gone astray because she listened to a sermon Stella had completely made up on the spot.

Stella understood that she bore at least some responsibility for leading her astray.

But Veronica did not have any twisted fate tying her to Stella.

Mm…

Stella thought back for a moment.

Actually, if she really traced things back, it was not as if she had absolutely no connection to Veronica.

After all, Stella really had used Blood Shadow to devour Lavinia, the “Mother” Veronica had been yearning for, completely clean. Right now, she was having a team-building session inside Blood Shadow together with the six Samael Dragon Attendants.

But there had been no helping it at the time.

Who told Lavinia to bring two Dragon Attendants to kill her and Aetlana back then? Stella could hardly have just stood there and let them beat her up.

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That being said.

The problem was…

Stella lowered her eyes and examined the pure-gold shackle directly connecting her right hand to Veronica’s neck.

Stella was truly speechless.

As a Saintess candidate of the Holy See, she had read extensively since childhood. Of course she knew exactly what the thing bestowed by the Lord was.

It was not an ordinary blessing mark, but an ancient and powerful binding art.

Holy Shackles.

In the early history of the Holy See, Holy Shackles were generally used by high-ranking clergy to tame dangerous pagan magical beasts and creatures such as magical pets.

Once Holy Shackles successfully formed a connection, it meant that the party holding the shackles possessed irresistible control over the other party.

The caster could also clearly sense the recipient’s emotions and feelings.

And the most outrageous thing was that it was not restricted by distance.

In other words, no matter which corner of the Abyss Veronica ran off to, as long as Stella wanted, all she had to do was give the chain a light tug and Veronica would have to obediently come back.

Stella covered her face.

She had only wanted to pray for the Lord to help her save someone. She had absolutely no weird interest in playing out some master-servant play.

If anyone else saw the Holy Shackles, everyone would automatically assume she had gained a magical pet named “Veronica.”

And if the Samael Family Head discovered that her only heir was being led around like someone’s pet, wouldn’t she immediately come charging over to fight Stella to the death?

Wouldn’t the crisis she had only just resolved come roaring back in the blink of an eye?

The more Stella thought about it, the worse her headache became.

Veronica was barefoot. She obediently moved two steps closer, shortening the distance between them. Her clear golden eyes watched Stella’s troubled expression.

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“Is Mother worried about Veronica’s shackles?”

Veronica tilted her head, her voice soft and sweet.

She lightly touched the golden holy-sigil floral knot on her neck, then traced upward along the chain.

“Mm… yes.”

Stella gave a dry reply.

If she went prancing around the Abyss while leading Veronica by a leash, Samael’s dragonfire could plow straight through the entire Valentine territory by tomorrow.

Veronica lifted the golden chain and softly said. “Mm, Veronica understands.”

The pure-gold chain and holy sigils vanished from Stella’s sight in the blink of an eye.

“It can hide.” Veronica said. “If Mother doesn’t want other people to see it, it’ll obediently hide itself.”

Stella let out a long breath of relief.

As long as it could turn invisible.

If nobody could see it, who would dare say the Samael heir was her magical pet?

But…

Stella looked around, then examined herself and Veronica.

Now came the problem.

Both of them were completely naked, stranded in the middle of nowhere. How were they supposed to get back?

Stella had no intention of running naked all the way back to Blood Demon Manor. The customs of the Abyss might be fierce, but they were not fierce to that extent.

At that moment, an unusual sound came from the clouds overhead. Stella instinctively looked up.

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Several ghostly blue lights were approaching through the dark-red clouds.

It was a luxurious Nightmare carriage.

The carriage circled above the wasteland around them for a moment. It was obviously heading straight for the two of them.

Stella immediately tensed.

Could it be assassins from another Elector, or Samael reinforcements?

The Chastisement spirits were gone now, and she temporarily could not use her dragon transformation ability either. If she ran into another high-ranking demon, she would have no choice but to take a beating.

The ghostly blue lights illuminated the scorched earth. The Nightmare carriage found a relatively flat patch of ground nearby and came to a steady stop.

By the light of the carriage lanterns, Stella could also make out the design on the carriage door.

Thorns and roses.

The Valentine family crest.

Stella relaxed.

Her own people.

Most likely, the Valentine Bloodthorn Guards Vivian had sent to protect her had finally arrived.

The timing was about right. They had probably failed to find her at Blood Demon Manor, then followed the traces of battle all the way here.

The carriage door opened, and someone quickly jumped down.

Crimson hair and equally crimson eyes were features that could hardly have been more obvious.

It was clearly her bargain little sister, Cheryl. Behind her followed several Valentine Bloodthorn Guards dressed in red-and-white maid uniforms.

“Elder Sister,” Cheryl had barely jumped down from the carriage and had not even steadied herself before she hurriedly ran over. “I finally found you. Do you have any idea how worried I was…”

Cheryl’s voice abruptly stopped.

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“Eh?”

Cheryl froze.

She saw Stella clearly, as well as Veronica standing in front of her.

More precisely, she saw the two of them completely naked.

In the dead of night, even the air seemed to stop flowing, frozen in place. Not a sound could be heard.

The Bloodthorn Guards very tactfully lowered their eyes, as though they had discovered some priceless treasure on the ground worthy of painstaking study.

Cheryl’s expression was rather complicated.

On one hand, there was the embarrassment of witnessing something she should not have seen. On the other, there was the satisfaction of having stumbled across juicy gossip about her Elder Sister’s romantic escapades. The two emotions combined into a somewhat exaggerated and affected expression.

Cheryl covered her eyes with both hands, though the gaps between her fingers were spread wide open.

“Elder Sister, you really play big.”

“…”

The corner of Stella’s mouth twitched.

This damn girl was asking for a beating.

Translator Note

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