The air temperature dropped suddenly, ice fog was rolling on the ground surface, and frost was climbing and spreading on the forged black porcelain surface at a visible speed like a living thing.
Daphne only felt that behind her it was as if the door of an ice cellar that had been sealed for a hundred years had been opened wide, and the overflowing frost-attribute magic energy had become so dense that it had solidified into flying snow crystals.
Even without the blessing bestowed by Vanitaya, Grivia was a one-in-a-thousand genius. No matter how thin the Blood Crystal Wind was, she could still absorb and utilize it efficiently.
In an environment that was almost "magic suffocation" for other spellcasters, Grivia could still use magic as usual without being affected.
Sea crystals were actually a variant of Blood Crystals that had mutated over the years in the ocean. And in a place where the ceiling and the two side mirrors all contained sea crystal components, the Blood Crystal Wind was thick, and Grivia's magic would be multiplied in amplification and enhancement.
What Daphne had just done was no different in essence from slapping a two-meter-tall man and then running away only to be tripped by a pebble, except that one outcome was getting beaten up, and the other was...
[Module Section · Defeat Punishment Level 1]
[Current Opponent: Grivia - Female - Imperial Human]
[You have been defeated in the battle against Grivia. The defeat punishment has been triggered. All skills and items are disabled. Please enjoy.]
Enjoy my foot!
Daphne still didn't believe in this bad luck.
She had raised Grivia for a full twelve years and knew the character and habits of this Ice Heart Saintess like the back of her hand. Deep down, Daphne didn't believe that Grivia would do anything vulgar to a defeated captive.
"Not running anymore? Should I cut off one of your feet to prevent you from running away again?" Grivia's cold voice came from above.
Well, it seemed that there could be a worse development than "vulgar things". Daphne almost forgot that half-bloods had no human rights to speak of in this world.
The saintess's clear blue eyes seemed to have a layer of ice on them at the moment, and frost had also climbed onto her face.
Even so, Daphne could still feel that Grivia's anger was burning strong.
She couldn't explain why, but Daphne just could feel it.
In the twelve years they had been together, Grivia had always been emotionless, but today it was especially intense, which was really strange.
"It's my fault. I shouldn't have insulted you." She immediately abandoned her dignity, turned around, and banged her smooth forehead heavily on the frost-covered ground, making a standard dogeza. "I won't run away anymore. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything I can do."
To be honest, can dignity be eaten?
Since it can't, then it should be discarded when it should be.
Hesitating for a second is being irresponsible to one's own life.
However, Daphne didn't really surrender. Even if Grivia didn't plan to do anything to her now, a half-blood falling into the hands of the Blazing Sun Church surely wouldn't have a good end. She still had to look for another chance to escape.
The [Defeat Punishment] did block all of her skills, but it didn't eliminate the already constructed summons. The translucent, faintly blue Mage's Hand was still floating in the corner waiting for an opportunity.
Hmph, as long as she could do what she did just now again—
Just as Daphne was still plotting in her little head, a sharp ice pick shot out with the saintess's light flick of her sleeve, straight and swiftly nailing the translucent, right-hand-shaped constructed creature to the mirrored wall.
The sea crystal mirror immediately cracked in all directions from the point where the ice pick pierced, snow crystals exploded hissingly from the cracks, and frost spread and spread in an instant.
The Mage's Hand struggled twice and then dissipated into a virtual shadow and disappeared completely.
"Not going to run away?"
Grivia took a step forward.
The slender heel hitting the porcelain surface was more like stepping on Daphne's heart. Frost bloomed into tiny crystal lotuses at the saintess's feet, and the cold air also blew in Daphne's face as the saintess bent down slightly.
"Will do anything?"
Grivia's icy gaze fell on the trembling Daphne. In the half-blood girl's magnificent rose-red eyes, there was only panic left. She saw her own imposing, slender reflection in these beautiful eyes.
A strange sense of satisfaction.
The Saintess didn't understand where this sense of satisfaction came from. She only felt relaxed and happy, like the melting of ice and snow in early spring and the gurgling of a brook.
She unconsciously wanted to demand more from this half-blood girl who could no longer escape.
"You, what do you want me to do?" Daphne wanted to step back, but her legs wouldn't work, and the two slender arms supporting her on the ground were also trembling.
Now she was really helpless. Even the last little trick she had hidden was mercilessly exposed by Grivia. So she had no choice but to obey first and then look for another way out later?
Well, it's decided. First, unconditionally obey Grivia's requests, and then see the situation and think of other ways to slip away later.
"Stand up and take off your dress." Grivia said coldly.
"What? Take off my dress!?" Daphne thought she had heard wrong.
"I never repeat myself." The saintess tapped the sea crystal on the top of her staff on the black porcelain ground between her and Daphne, and hideous ice spikes burst out.
"Eek—!" Daphne was startled. After all, that casual tap would have been an instant kill if it had landed on her.
"I, I understand..."
Under the threat, the half-blood girl could only tremblingly climb to her feet, but even such a simple movement was extremely difficult for her. She inevitably bumped into her sensitive legs and waist, making a series of soft, coquettish moans.
The process of taking off the dress was even more clumsy. Pulling and tugging not only broke one of the dress straps but also made herself hurt from being strangled.
After all, she had been a man in her previous two lives and had never worn a dress before, so she had no experience at all.
However, Grivia's eyes were full of satisfaction. She seemed to enjoy watching the half-blood girl shyly and clumsily take off her dress.
This was so wrong.
The Grivia in Daphne's impression was not this kind of person.
Normally, she should have already frozen the captive's hands and feet and ordered the Templar Knights and attendants to carry her away. She would never humiliate and toy with an enemy who had already surrendered.
Was it because of the influence of the R18 MOD? Or was there some other factor at work?
The wet, translucent silk dress had completely lost its function of being worn after one of the straps broke. It slipped from the shy girl's hands and piled up beside her fair, snow-white, dainty feet.
The bare feet were slightly reddened from stepping on the cold porcelain surface.
Daphne's face was flushed red. She twisted and turned, using her arms to cover her body, her eyes darting around, not daring to look directly at the Saintess in front of her, whom she had raised to adulthood.
That dress had completely covered the girl's skin's luster. She stood there straight, looking like a piece of warm jade, with soft lines and a well-proportioned body. Coupled with her long, dark red hair hanging down like a curtain, it made onlookers swallow their saliva and want to taste her.
"Move your hands away. If you block again, I'll cut them off." Grivia was still not satisfied and threatened coldly again.
"Wu..."
This was too much...
Daphne couldn't control her tear ducts. Glistening tears clouded her rose-red eyes and finally spilled out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.
The half-blood girl sobbed and gave up covering herself. Her slender arms hung at her sides, looking uneasy. She felt that her face was so red that it was almost on fire, and she could only look away, not daring to look at Grivia.
The sound of gloves hitting the ground.
Then, a cold but soft-boned hand suddenly climbed onto her chest, making Daphne's delicate body shudder violently.
An eye for an eye!?
How could this Saintess born in the Empire be more vengeful than theHigh Ridge Dwarf!