Chapter 83: The Deranged Elven Princess Turns Into Steam Maiden (1)
These senior students, each with at least fifth-tier strength, were more than enough to deal with a small underground slave auction. It was like cutting through butter with a hot knife.
While the slave traders were busy calculating profits, their faces alight with greed, the sound of wails and screams echoed from inside the villa.
"Boom!"
A six-pointed magic circle shot forward, obliterating everything in its path, until it blasted open the doors to the second-floor auction backstage.
Lilith watched as the magic circle dissolved, then lowered her staff. Her chin tilted slightly upward, her radiance captivating and dazzling.
The stunning blonde girl became the nightmare of everyone present.
"Go!"
With Lilith’s command, the senior students sprang into action.
Unfortunately, the intended audience (the Elven Princess) wasn’t there to see it!
Confronting the senior students from Seven Shields Academy head-on was obviously a losing strategy. The fleeing crowd immediately sought escape vehicles. Since secrecy was paramount, their transport had been stationed elsewhere after dropping them off.
In their desperation, the spacious trucks carrying Shia and the elf slaves became the most desirable escape option.
"Bang!"
The truck’s doors were flung open, startling the elves inside.
In the midst of them, Shia stood out, still tenderly wiping the Elven Princess’s face.
In an instant, Shia faced another life-or-death challenge!
But he didn’t need to act.
The moment the intruders appeared, a sinister glint flashed in the Elven Princess’s eyes. Her face twisted into a sickly smile.
Once shielded behind Shia, she now stepped forward.
Her silver hair swayed in the wind, as a crimson mist began to bloom.
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Screams and bursts of blood became the backdrop for the seemingly frail elven girl.
The would-be escapees found themselves running from one grim reaper straight into another.
The ground was littered with corpses and severed limbs.
The silver-haired elf turned back, her youthful face speckled with tiny drops of red, not much but enough to send chills down spines.
Her body remained pristine, though her hands were soaked in crimson.
She fully expected to see terror in Shia’s eyes—the disgusted gaze of someone seeing a demon.
But as their eyes met, there was only calm.
As if the carnage around them didn’t exist.
Utter serenity.
The silver-haired elf approached Shia step by step, finally crouching before him.
A blood-soaked elven girl and a composed young man squatted on the ground, facing each other.
She tilted her head slightly, looking up at Shia.
"Aren’t you afraid of someone like me?"
Her voice, clear and melodious, carried the allure of a death god’s whisper.
Shia shook his head.
"I could kill you, you know~!"
The Elven Princess’s twisted smile returned as she reached out toward him.
Her feigned menace resembled a playful ghost attempting to spook someone, adorably mischievous.
Yet just moments ago, she had mercilessly slaughtered those slave traders who dared to enter.
Surely, now he’d fear her?
But still, no reaction!
Shia smiled warmly, reaching out to pat her silver hair.
It was warm and soft, his hand grazing the long, delicate elf ears.
"Actually, I should thank you," Shia said softly. "If you hadn’t acted, they would’ve tried to kill me to silence any witnesses."
His gentle smile was lethal to a girl starved for affection.
"Thump-thump! Thump-thump!"
The Elven Princess could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her chest.
She might have just tasted the sweetness of infatuation.
Her ears turned scarlet, the blush spreading rapidly across her face.
She was on the verge of becoming a steam maiden!
Elsewhere in the villa, Lilith led the charge, her staff casting radiant spells. With every wave, another vile trader fell, or another imprisoned slave was freed.
She was always at the forefront, yet confusion gnawed at her.
Where was Shia?
Wasn’t he supposed to pose as a buyer and cooperate with her from within?
Though puzzled, Lilith maintained her warm demeanor, gently rescuing an older elf woman from a cramped cage.
"Don’t worry, we’re here to save you."
Her soft voice calmed the panicked elf.
Although many had been rescued, Lilith couldn’t shake the feeling that none were the one she was looking for.
Shaking her head, she tried to dismiss the premonition, but it stubbornly lingered.
She couldn’t understand the source of this unease.
Back in the truck, provided by the organizers for VIP Shia, chaos lay just outside its doors. Few knew the vehicle existed, and those who did now lay motionless on the ground.
Inside, the Elven Princess struggled to reconcile her feelings.
This was the human she hated most.
So why did she feel… drawn to him?
It was too strange!
Shia noticed something amiss as he gazed into her eyes.
The silver-haired elf’s hair began to change color, transitioning from silver to gold.
Her youthful, delicate features grew dazed.
Even the blush on her face faded.
She closed her eyes briefly.
When she reopened them, confusion filled her gaze.
The deranged, unstable aura around her dissipated, replaced by a gentle, demure demeanor.
Her pure, innocent eyes met Shia’s, and after a moment of hesitation, she smiled softly.
She stood up gracefully, stepping back with her left foot and crossing it behind her right.
Lifting the hem of her white dress slightly, she performed an elegant, courteous greeting.
"Hello."
Her manners were impeccable.
Shia rose to his feet, returning her smile kindly.
"Hello."
The now-golden-haired elf retained her soft and polite demeanor but seemed slightly dazed.
As she stood, she seemed to notice the sticky sensation on her hands.
Looking down at her bloodstained palms, confusion clouded her expression.
Shia pulled out a handkerchief, gently wiping her hands clean.
The golden-haired elf looked up at him, her face still carrying a hint of naivety.
Only after Shia let go of her hands did she clutch her head, trying to piece together recent events.
She seemed troubled.
Did Little Nia act out behind my back again?
How disobedient!
We agreed not to do this anymore.
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