His Holiness the Pope was slain by the paladin he brought along as a chaotic abomination. This turn of events is a bit too amusing.
After some thought, Daphne decided to look for another exit here.
But this corridor is wide and long. Walking barefoot on the cold porcelain surface is a kind of torture. Moreover, the MOD has also made her feet extremely sensitive. Walking is almost like...
"No way..."
After just a few steps, Daphne's face was already flushed and she was panting softly. Crystal-clear sweat beads seeped out, dampening a lock of dark red hair on her forehead.
A girl's body is really...
Too terrible.
She wanted to lean sideways against the mirrored wall to support her body that was having difficulty standing due to her weak legs caused by the intense stimulation on the soles of her feet. But she forgot that her round and fragrant shoulders exposed outside were also one of the most vulnerable and sensitive parts. As soon as she touched it, she shivered all over from the cold breath of the sea crystal.
The icy and crisp sensation immediately spread to every corner of her body along the nerves.
After a mournful cry, Daphne completely lost her strength and slid down against the smooth mirror covered with frost.
It took a while for her disconnected thoughts to reconnect.
She tried to stand up but failed miserably. Her whole body was numb and she couldn't exert any strength.
It was terrible in every sense.
Not to mention finding another way out and escaping from the ruins. This body becomes soft at the slightest touch. Even taking two steps is a problem. She is completely a good candidate to become a pillow princess and cry every day.
No!
She couldn't accept fate just like this!
But Daphne was still restless inside.
No... In this case...
Her head gradually became less clear. A strange impulse emerged in Daphne's heart. Once the thought arose, it was like a wildfire on the plains and could no longer be suppressed.
"Just... just once..."
She heard that this was also a common thing for girls, so there was nothing to be ashamed of.
Daphne comforted herself with this.
At this time, the light of the orb went out and it presented a crystal-clear texture like ice. Silver flocculent substances floated and swam among it like fish.
It was indeed luxurious and magnificent, but the place it was in was not so friendly.
Take a deep breath.
Be fully psychologically prepared.
But just at the most crucial moment before—
"Tap, tap."
The crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground echoed in the corridor.
—Someone!? Who!?
Daphne's heart suddenly tightened, and her hand subconsciously trembled slightly.
The girl's mournful cry was as beautiful as the cuckoo's song. It was even louder than the footsteps just now, creating echoes in the corridor.
A slender and upright figure loomed over. "Who are you?" A cold and abstinent stern female voice.
—Graeweia!?
Just by hearing the voice, Daphne could recognize this saintess whom she had raised single-handedly. Being caught doing such a shameful thing by her adoptive daughter in a practical sense, her heart couldn't help but twitch violently again.
As a result, her hand trembled again.
Another mournful scream.
"Blood... vampire? What... what are you doing!?" The cold voice that had always left an impression actually had a slight hesitation and wavering at this time.
"Eh!? No... it's not! I..."
Daphne wanted to deny something but didn't know where to start denying. Her brain was completely blank and couldn't form any effective thought. She even forgot to stop the movement of her hand.
The high-pitched moan was stuck in her throat. Intentionally trying to suppress the sound, she couldn't help but let out a soft hum.
Not hearing the tall and slender girl standing in front of her continue to speak, Daphne barely opened a slit in her eyes in a daze—
The first thing that came into view was a pair of white silk slender legs exposed from a high-slit long dress. The saintess's white robe made her graceful figure even more enchanting and beautiful. Finally, there was Graeweia's ruthless face that seemed to be covered with frost all year round.
It should have been like this.
But for some reason, Graeweia today was extremely strange.
The platinum long hair that had fallen in front of her shoulders was wet. Her fair face was covered with crystal-clear droplets. A sweet and cloying smell spread in the air.
At this time, Graeweia seemed to have been drenched with water from head to toe. Her face was flushed red. Her two ice-clear eyes looked down in astonishment, looking both shocked and angry.
Daphne was stunned. She was finally completely awake.
But at this crucial moment, a brilliant and dazzling light burst out from between her fingers, illuminating Graeweia's face.
"Eh!? Again... glowing!?"