Chapter 76: Ethereal Beauty

Late at night.

The Marquis Arnold's’ castle.

“Snap!”

The faint sound of a switch being flicked lit up the dark room.

Thick velvet curtains blocked out all traces of light from outside.

Inside a cage, a silver-haired girl shielded her eyes, unaccustomed to the sudden brightness.

The Marquis Arnold, dressed in an opulent suit, circled the cage, scrutinizing his latest acquisition—a rare, high-grade elven slave.

Though contraband, the more forbidden it was, the more precious and desirable it became.

The steward standing nearby bowed slightly, a subtle smile on his face.

The Marquis’ favorite pastime was playing with a variety of slaves, especially those who were young and tender.

In this day and age, money could buy almost anything.

“Not bad, not bad!”

The Marquis’ voice was tinged with excitement.

Inside the cage, the beautiful girl raised her head, her exquisite face filled with fear and vulnerability.

Her long silver hair obscured most of her bare body, leaving only her slender legs and delicate shoulders exposed.

Her small, upturned face was porcelain-white, her features youthful and innocent, with a hint of baby fat. Her light green eyes shone with purity.

Her elven ears, peeking through her hair, added an ethereal grace to her appearance.

They were the hallmark of her race and a bridge to the natural world.

Though her hair concealed much, the generous size of her chest was impossible to hide.

A youthful face paired with a voluptuous figure—it was enough to make any depraved man salivate.

She was a perfect specimen, the kind the Marquis relished.

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A perverse smile spread across his face as he reached out to touch her.

Her tender skin—how exquisite would it feel?

Just as he was about to savor his new slave, chaos erupted.

“Bang!”

A muffled sound, followed by a burst of blood and a scream, as the Marquis’ arm suddenly exploded.

His eyes widened in disbelief.

Writhing in pain, he collapsed to the ground, his arm reduced to a bloody mess.

The terrified expression on the girl’s face vanished, replaced by an eerie smile.

“Uncle…”

Her ethereal voice, as soothing as the finest melody of nature, belied the chilling words she spoke.

“Were you that eager… to go to hell?”

Her tone was light and cheerful, as if discussing something delightful.

Suddenly, the cage warped. The iron bars, thick as an arm and inscribed with anti-magic seals, twisted as if they were made of clay.

The elven girl stood up, her long silver hair cascading down to her ankles.

Her petite frame carried curves that defied her youthful appearance.

Under different circumstances, the Marquis would have been ecstatic.

But now, he was consumed by terror.

“H-how is this possible?!”

Wasn’t there an anti-magic array?

She shouldn’t have been able to use magic!

“Oh, the anti-magic?”

The girl’s face showed a hint of confusion.

She raised a delicate hand, her slender fingers curling slightly.

In her palm, a gray-white totem shimmered and rotated.

She studied it intently, ignoring the panicked noble before her.

The so-called anti-magic was just a manipulation of rules.

This array suppressed magical energy.

With a clenched fist, the totem in her hand dissipated, not destroyed but reabsorbed into the surrounding space.

She wasn’t afraid of anti-magic because her power didn’t come from traditional magic.

Her abilities were the manifestation of rules themselves, her authority named—Blasphemy!

This allowed her to manipulate rules and render anti-magic ineffective.

The moment her fist tightened, every hair on the Marquis’ body stood on end.

His face twisted in fear as he dragged his injured body backward, desperate to escape.

The elven girl’s innocent smile didn’t waver as she took slow, deliberate steps toward him.

The Marquis was on the verge of breaking down.

“S-stay away!”

The steward, frozen in shock, finally grasped the situation and let out a piercing scream.

“Ahhh!”

The commotion alerted the guards, and the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the hall.

The guards arrived to find the disheveled noble and the seemingly harmless, naked elf. Their confusion and terror mirrored their master’s.

“Kill her! Kill her now!”

The Marquis’ face contorted with fear as he cowered behind his guards, clinging to a sliver of security.

The elven girl surveyed the encircling guards, her expression turning sickeningly sweet.

Had they ever encountered a deranged elf?

The massacre began.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Dull thuds accompanied the blossoming of blood sprays, painting a macabre scene.

The red mist settled on the pristine elf, adding a touch of color to her pale complexion.

Standing amidst the carnage, she resembled a crimson lily blooming on the banks of the underworld, grotesque yet mesmerizing.

The sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed repeatedly.

The Marquis’ mouth hung open, a droplet of blood landing on his tongue, its metallic tang invading his senses.

But his revulsion was drowned out by sheer horror.

In the blink of an eye, his guards lay lifeless, their fates sealed.

The depraved noble who had tormented countless slaves now faced karmic retribution.

The steward, who had facilitated many illicit purchases for his master’s sadistic pleasures, collapsed in a heap, too terrified to utter a word.

Only the sound of his labored breathing remained.

The elf sat at an undisturbed desk, her once-helpless demeanor replaced by a casual boredom.

Her green-patterned stockings-clad feet swung idly as if the carnage had left her unimpressed.

Hearing the panicked breaths, she turned her gaze to the doorway, where the steward trembled in fear.

Her sweet smile returned.

“Oh, I almost forgot about you.”

Her cheerful voice carried an unsettling undertone, as if she had remembered something delightful.

This steward had procured numerous forbidden items for his master’s depravity.

In the next moment, the doorway was painted with a mix of blood and flesh.

The elf looked down at the barely human noble, letting out a soft sigh.

“Sigh… Lately, the toys break far too easily.”

Her dissatisfaction was palpable.

The Marquis, witnessing her carnage, teetered on the edge of madness.

Either the world had gone insane, or he had.

No, it was this seemingly harmless elven girl before him who was insane!

But her frustration was fleeting. Soon, her cheerful demeanor returned.

“It’s fine if this toy isn’t satisfying. I hear the largest underground auction is happening soon, isn’t it, uncle?”

Her radiant smile widened as she addressed the Marquis.

Her expression grew increasingly unhinged.

“When the time comes, I’ll have plenty more fun. Don’t you think so?”