A small ball of blood flowed slowly over Shirley’s pale palm.

Shirley looked at the ball of blood in front of her, covered by a blanket, with a somewhat somber expression.

Next to the bed, Karina, with her ears drooped and a regretful expression, avoided eye contact and said timidly, “Shirley?”

“Shut up!”

“Ugh…”

In response, Shirley reprimanded her mercilessly.

It’s amazing how things happened and progressed, but now that it’s done, it seems a bit redundant to say anything more.

Shirley hadn’t expected her first time to be like this.

She hadn’t mentally prepared for it.

The only thing she was relieved about was that Karina was a cute girl.

Suddenly feeling a small itch at her waist, Shirley looked down and found Karina’s large, sorrowful eyes.

Karina was rubbing up against Shirley, trying to please her but afraid of annoying her.

Shirley grabbed Karina’s ear and pulled her close, saying angrily, “What are we going to do now?!”

“I’ll take responsibility, I’m responsible…”

Karina replied weakly.

“Responsible for what?!”

Karina’s response made Shirley smile bitterly.

She looked again at the blood sphere floating in her other hand, lost in thought, and then looked into Karina’s eyes and said seriously:

“I’m going to use this to forge a sword. If you ever betray me, I’ll use it to kill you.”

The words, spoken in a calm tone, sounded a bit frightening.

“I won’t betray you!” Karina replied earnestly, “I’ll protect you, always protect you!”

“Pff, believing you is a mistake.”

Shirley looked away and sealed the blood sphere with a special method, planning to turn it into a sword later.

Then...

Shirley suddenly remembered that everyone had drunk the wine.

Could it be...

An extremely bad premonition hit her, and Shirley couldn’t worry any more about educating Karina.

She hurried her to quickly put on spare clothes.

They quickly returned to the banquet hall.

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“Hiss—”

Shirley took a dramatic, cold breath.

Everything before her was unfolding exactly as she had imagined, wow, really impressive...

No, no, it should be, really tragic!

Shirley also felt a bit of schadenfreude.

After all, it couldn’t be just her suffering, sharing joys and hardships is what makes a “good friend”!

However, Shirley also felt a strong headache.

How to deal with this chaotic scene?

The people entangled looked like knots in a rope, separating them seemed almost impossible.

Hmm...

After a moment of reflection, Shirley decided not to get involved any further.

She would let them resolve it on their own when they woke up.

She only looked at Rosamund’s chest.

Wow, how can it be so large, much bigger than Karina’s!

If she didn’t touch it, she would feel like she was missing something!

So, Shirley decided to “get revenge on the world.”

...

Time passed quickly.

“Ahem!”

Still in the same banquet hall, still with the nine princesses of other races, and still with the familiar “ahem” to start.

“Uh... well... hello everyone... hahaha...”

After much effort, Shirley managed to say this.

“Ah…”

“Um…”

“Yes... yes…”

“Ha ha…”

Everyone had their reaction, but overall, the atmosphere was one of “stiffness.”

Both the words spoken and the expressions and actions seemed very stiff.

Even Zola, the evil fairy, was like this; after all, she and Zoe were blood sisters!

Didn’t she notice that Zoe was as red as a tomato and hadn’t lifted her head since the beginning?

Moreover, it should be highlighted again.

They could feel everything the other felt.

There should be no need to say more about what this means.

It should be double the pleasure, so why did it end up like this?

“Well, let’s begin.”

Shirley’s words prompted a wave of agreement.

Now, only business could ease their inner embarrassment.

On the table in front of her, all the broken dishes and cloths had been removed.

There was only a gleaming vase and nine goblets on the table.

The surface of the somewhat low vase was carved with intricate patterns.

If you looked closely, you could vaguely tell that it was an image and seemed to describe some event.

However, trying to read what was expressed there caused dizziness, making it impossible to think.

This strange container held a transparent liquid that emitted a fragrance that was not strong but refreshing.

This was Fairy Lake water, with an annual production of only a few drops.

This precious liquid, with just one drop, would be enough to cure all the world’s diseases and completely restore someone’s strength while there was still a thread of life.

But the amount here was enough for each person to drink half a goblet.

“Now, in the name of Shirley Bartoli, I make an oath to the ancient sacred artifact, establishing an unbreakable pact: all who drink the oath blood will be holders of the pact. No fighting, no separation, no betrayal!”

The sacred and pious words resonated in the sacred vase, and a faint light spiraled out of the sacred vessel, making the whole room sacred.

A drop of blood fell from Shirley’s fingertips into the sacred vessel, instantly turning the liquid inside red.

After her, everyone made the pact together.

“We swear by the ancient sacred artifact, all of us will be bound by the oath.”

“No fighting!”

“No separation!”

“No betrayal!”

From the tips of everyone’s fingers, a drop of blood fell, forming the evidence of their oath—the blood of the oath.

They closed their eyes, holding each other’s hands, forming a circle around the sacred vase.

With the artifact in the center, a circle of purple magic opened, enveloping their bodies.

As the circle expanded, a strange symbol appeared on each forehead.

The symbol was neither complex nor simple, but it couldn’t be read or identified, any attempt to identify the symbol was interrupted by a strong dizziness.

Everyone, including themselves, felt this way.

Once the symbol was generated, the liquid in the goblets seemed to come to life, dividing into different portions proportional to each person and flowing into the wine goblets before them.

When they opened their eyes again, everyone raised their goblets containing the “oath blood.”

“May our friendship…”

Shirley raised her goblet, and the others followed.

“May our friendship…”

“Be with **!”

Part of this phrase seemed to have been erased by some force. The sound coming from their mouths turned into a kind of electronic noise, and they themselves didn’t know what was being said.

Only the clear sound of the wine goblets clinking echoed through the room.