Changing into a coarse linen garment that choked her skin, the king's daughter stood up trembling.
Stripped of his comfortable brocade tunic, his entire body was a bucket-like piece of linen cloth, not even sleeves, rubbing the skin inside like the clothing an inferior savage would use to wrap his body in.
But her extraordinary crystal crown remained, poised on that radiant, bright blonde hair as if it were a constant reminder of that once-honored status.
"Ding dong~"
Then with each step, a crisp bell rang under the shirt that covered only her thighs, with a hint of crashing pain and an indescribable sense of shame that she couldn't even begin to imagine how humiliating it would be if she were in a crowded place.
The witch said that to want someone to be obedient, you first have to destroy her dignity, crush her pride, and trample everything she is proud of under her feet so hard that it leaves a shadow that she can't forget for the rest of her life.
Eleazar then contributes
That shackle that was originally used to control the white dragon, made of demonized secret silver, the strength was no match, anyway, the average white dragon could not break free until after maturity, and the shape and size of the bindings could be freely changed with the owner's intention, and in the case of this king's swordswoman, it was estimated that she could not get rid of it for the rest of her life.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong."
Eleazar, who was standing outside, wondering what kind of things that horrible witch had gotten people bound with, anyway, saw a figure whose body trembled with every step, going upstairs to clean his room with the sound of a ringing bell.
Wearing the most inferior clothing and doing the work that only the most inferior servants would do.
One can even think of the countless humiliating behaviors that are sure to follow.
If it was him anyway, he thought it would be better to die.
Shaking his head, Eleazar pushed open the door to his room and stepped inside.
In that dimly lit room stocked with a few living supplies, the women were discussing their grand plan to seize power.
Fina despised someone's portrayal of the queen who was high up in the air and admired by all, turning around and crawling back to her chambers like a puppy to lick their feet.
Evelea crossed her arms, "What do you know!"
Eleazar suddenly felt that the Church was not wrong at all in hunting witches.
...
Since they had all decided to eye the throne, although the king's daughters had not yet become qualified lady's maidens, it did not prevent them from enhancing their combat power in advance.
There was no way to get a trustworthy Transcendent booster, so the only place to start was with Transcendent items.
And as it happens, he recently harvested a ton of monster fodder.
Unfortunately, however, none of the three are involved in the artisan sequence of abilities.
Eleazar shrugged helplessly, "Witcher's will just put it together and activate it, and simply make a little prop."
Evelina sighed regretfully, "I can enchant a little, but only to the finished product."
Fina drops her gaze slightly, "I know a little tailoring..."
I'm afraid she learned all this artisan experience from her father's crystal.
Eleazar secretly held her hand.
Fina was already out of promotions, and away from Celine's protection, she couldn't use a single soul ritual now for fear of the Council noticing it coming for her.
After a wordless comfort, he then opened the space crystal.
"How did it get so messy again?"
A re-energized Fina frowned slightly.
In the small space itself, another pile of weapons had accumulated on the floor, stacked like a small mountain.
"The loot that was just captured, don't tell me, there's a lot of transcendental material on Rune's side."
Eleazar chuckled with explanation, then frowned.
Those Transcendent Weapons he threw in casually, how did they converge into a pile?
Sensing something was wrong Fina had dragged the two back.
"Don't be afraid, it's the spear!"
Evelea said, pointing to the trident that was stuck on the pile of weapons.
Eleazar quickly turned on his senses for a moment, enduring the mental assault of all that mythological material, and quickly swept the ground.
A patchy light was slowly converging on the dim trident.
It seems to be devouring the activity of those transcendent metals.
Turning off his sensory state, Eleazar covered his slightly sore head and stepped forward to pull out the sea artifact that seemed to be trying to revive.
"Crack!"
It took a few tries to pull it up like a carrot, and more than half of the pile of Transcendent Weapons that were suddenly scattered had already been turned into scrap metal.
Eleazar looked at the long handle that didn't seem to have changed much and turned around and said, "That's what a divine weapon is, Nana that Light Extinguishing Ring you mentioned doesn't have the look of a divine weapon."
The thought of this weapon that had dribbled and swam in the mother river of the Void yet was unharmed and even leading the way was nothing short of incredible to Eleazar.
Fina softly explained, "The use is different, to those illegal transcendents operating in the Holy Light base camp, the Light Extinguishing Ring is already a divine weapon."
"And this Sea Spear that carries the honor of the entire Sea Clan, you can't even take it out in Celine, it's a holy relic, well... An ancient holy relic."
"You can try to repair it, it's not like this Transcendent Armament is useful to you anyway, but still, it seems to be instinctively devouring Transcendent Metal."
Eleazar said helplessly, "I'm just afraid that one day I'll get it fixed and then fly off to the ocean to find Naga without saying a word, I have a feeling that it would rather stay with the fish people than be driven by me."
Just as the two were discussing whether or not to repair that artifact, Evelea was already standing in front of the material rack.
"So much seductive material~"
Looking at the rows of newly placed containers, the witch was thoughtful.
What kind of qualitative change occurs when a mermaid's face skin, throat bones, and hair are fused with dozens of siren's materials?
...
In the dimly lit lab, Fina took a silver needle and slowly stitched together the refined transcendental materials, ending up with a lurid mask full of stitches.
The final activation with alchemy powder changed the color drastically again, becoming ghastly white and full of cracks, and at a glance it looked like nothing but an endless sense of dread.
"So ugly!!!"
Getting a different item than expected, Evelea yells in anger.
"There's no way this is an enhanced charm technique!"
The dream of intending to strengthen the charm ability to the legendary level was dashed.
Eleazar picks it up and looks at it, nodding in acknowledgment, "Indeed..."
Fina sucked on a finger that had been poked a few times by a needle and gave the two men a blank look.
"Anyway, I sewed it up the way you guys wanted."
"You guys don't think about how all this material that all carries grudges can turn into a blessing type of effect."
"Oooooooh..."
Fina picks up the mask and looks at it, then gently puts it on and lifts the cracked white face.
The laboratory was suddenly choked, the witch's cries came to an abrupt end, her heart felt as if it had been grabbed by a large invisible hand, an indescribable feeling of fear pervaded her heart, and the blood in her body froze.
Putting down the mask, Fina ignored the two men who were stunned by the fear spell and poured out the phantom scales again, continuing to sew the cloak of invisibility.