Elirat had her entire body hung on Anada, tightly strangling Anada's neck with both arms like a python clinging to a lion or a vine holding on to a tree trunk.

Her wheat-colored chest was pressed tightly against the smooth, white and huge back, her face pressed against the face, feeling the pulsing heartbeat of the mother lion through their warm skin, transmitted into her own heart with each beat.

This made her heart and soul drunk.

She listened, to the heavy and powerful heartbeat like a drum, and eventually, it weakened.

Such a strong and healthy body became a puddle of white mud in her hands.

She tightened her grip on Anada even more.

It was both strangling and embracing.

She greedily absorbed the warmth from her face and chest, but also a little regretful: soon, the embrace would turn cold.

"I've survived again..."

The former Princess of the Bell family breathed a sigh of relief.

Her head was heavily hit by a elbow strike and her foot was penetrated, causing significant blood loss. She had reached her limit and could no longer kill Anada. She was also unable to fight anymore.

She was a bit confused.

Being naked like a lowly slave and being watched and entertained by people who were not half as noble as herself in order to save her life was a humiliation.

It would have been better if she had died. She always told herself this.

But why did she still instinctively struggle for life every time, unwilling to submit to death?

It was Anada who was supposed to die.

Her neck was strangled by the naked garrote, deadening every gap. Not even a breath of air could get in.

Her mind was numb, her vision dull.

Anada had almost lost consciousness. Her eyes, like yellow jade, scattered and looked up without expression. The sky, like emerald, rapidly lost its color in her eyes. The glaring sun also quickly shrunk, becoming a flickering flame.

The nights in my hometown are always long.

She, named Urlde, took off her shirt and lay naked on the bear skin mattress, staring at the dim light of the lone lamp by the bed.

Her mother sat next to her, using a bone needle to stitch together the bear and fish skins with delicate manipulation of the blue dye.

Her mother's silver gray hair was scattered down her back, making her feel itchy.

Her less than one-year-old little brother crawled back and forth on the floor next to the bed.

With a slight prickling sensation, the needle tip lightly pierced her neck's skin.

"This is 'Urlsi', one of the eight 'Runis' taught to us by the great god Fleya," her mother said softly. "It represents health, strength, intense emotions, and resistance. You can only tap into the true power of the body by using your utmost sincerity and facing your original and wild inner self.

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"This 'Runi' requires the strongest physique and fate to carry. Those who master 'Urlsi' are the most violent warriors, the 'Bear Skin Wearers'... but your father says you can do it."

As the mother sticks the runes one by one, the burning pain gradually connects underneath the skin, as if the entire spine is being reorganized.

She groaned.

Her mother's voice echoed in her mind, "......The 'Kenaritz' of fire and vitality... The 'Kibor' of intuition and talent... The 'Ensorz' of wisdom and speech... As for this one, this is 'Surisatz,' it represents 'annoying thorns,' and also represents...

Her dispersed pupils condensed again, and Anada's dead fish-like eyes lit up again.

That was not just a memory.

Because her back really hurts, right now, as if burning!

"......The 'Hammer of the Thunder God.'"

A biting pain of bones and heart piercing into Illetia's heart.

She suddenly had the illusion that she wasn't sticking to a person, but a lightning that struck her chest from heaven, a red-hot great sword that was just pulled out of the furnace!

Illetia unconsciously shrank back, loosening the arm holding Ana's neck slightly.

Just through this slight gap, she clearly heard the Ice Sea Woman take a breath.

Her heart cried out "not good" and she wanted to tighten her arm again, but it was too late.

She could hear the sound of the breath being taken into the lungs through her body, just like a gust of wind blowing into the canyon with great force!

Blood flowed violently through the blood vessels.

The sound of her heartbeat was deafening.

Elira's eyes bulged.

The silver-white lioness shook her head and the ridge of her forehead collided with Elira's temples.

Elira had previously been struck on this side of her temple by an elbow, and now she was hit again with a shake of the head, and she immediately felt dizzy.

Her head was dizzy and her eyes were blurred, and she slackened her grip softly.

Her body was lying softly in the blood, forming a cross.

Anada slowly turned over. She felt her strength returning and the pain becoming clearer. The effects of "Scorpion's Fury" were gradually fading.

With her hands and feet working together, she slowly crawled, feeling for something in the blood with her hand.

In a short time, she touched the blue-bronze sickle that pierced Illetitia's foot, picked it up, and returned to Illetitia's side. She sat on the two legs of the Assyrian girl with one butt.

Illetitia could not move and only felt the metal blade touch her throat.

The coldness of the metal made her whole body goosebumps.

Don't...

Tears rolled down from the eyes of the former princess of the Bell family. She screamed in her heart.

Don't kill me! Please, let me go! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!

But all she could do was barely move her lips and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

This knife never cut down.

The small wheat-colored face and the face like a little sister's apple in front of her eyes gradually merged.

Anada gazed at Illeeta, silent for a long time. Finally, she stood up from the Assyrian girl and threw the bronze sickle back into the bloody red water.

The tall and pure white figure stood proudly in the "under the emerald" of the corpse mountain and sea of blood.

"I won," she said.

In the emerald lion hall, few people understood the Ice Sea woman's words, but the cheers echoed throughout the sky, lasting a long time.

Massayer stroked his black beard and stared at the woman who could not defeat even the "Scorpion God's wrath".

Lucius coughed lightly and laughed hoarsely, "The outcome is determined, my 'Mother Lion' won, I also won."

He turned to Cynthia.

"Now, can I declare my victory and say my request?"

Cynthia's expression under the veil was unreadable, and her voice was flat. "Yes, make your request, Menis speaks and does."

Lucius laughed with a "hah".

"I always keep my word... then I won't be polite. Dear Cynthia, if my demand is to make you and Ashal annul the marriage, what do you say?"

"Please be reasonable."

Cynthia said, but her voice trembled and she could hardly suppress her anxiety and anger.

Lucius laughed.

"Don't worry, I won't destroy your marriage, my dear Cynthia."

"As you wish, I will leave Niniwei, Miss Cynthia. I want your slave, Eirene from the Bell family, to be my gladiator slave and follow me into exile."

This promise made Cynthia's voice even sweeter: "Just make your request, even if it's to repeal the exile order and regain the property of the Schwaz family, Menis will also help you."

"There's no need to do so,"

Lucius said: "Just now, I saw some people clearly and understood some things, and also let go of some things-- I changed my mind."

He cleared his throat.