What presented itself before Daphne at this moment was an exquisitely charming and delicate fair foot like a flower bud. The opaque white silk stockings tightly wrapped around the well-proportioned, slender instep and calf. At this distance, one could even see the tiny gaps between the silk fabrics. The dainty toes as round as pearls were huddled together side by side.
It was as white as an ice lolly. The silk stockings on the sole were slightly damp because of frost or sweat, and due to the extremely low temperature, little ice crystals had precipitated out. The sweet and fragrant aroma of snow orchids wafted from the crescent-shaped arch of the foot.
Facing the delicious-looking white silk feet of Her Highness the Saintess, Daphne couldn't help swallowing nervously.
Although they looked very tempting, after all, they were feet, not food, and one couldn't really put them in one's mouth.
These two sisters, though not related by blood, had corresponding eccentricities. One wanted to lick the other's feet, while the other wanted others to lick her own feet.
But these were the organs used for walking and standing. How could one lick them with one's tongue?
"Do you think they're dirty?"
Grevia's patience was limited. Her cold questioning was like a frosted ice blade, stabbing at Daphne's trembling and fearful little heart.
The delicate half-blood maiden shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. With a glimmer of tears in the corners of her eyes, she shook her little head vigorously. Her dark red long hair covered with a light layer of frost swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming gorgeous red lotus.
"Her Highness the Saintess's feet are not dirty at all. They're very clean, almost food-grade!" Driven by her survival instinct, Daphne began to flatter Grevia without choosing her words carefully.
She put on a rather obsequious smile and looked up at Grevia.
"Lick." The Ice Heart Saintess didn't care about the flattery in Daphne's tone. She just coldly repeated that verb.
Grevia gently brushed aside the cloak and skirt covering her thighs with her hand, and then lifted her leg an inch higher. The ice lotus feet exuding a faint sweet fragrance also moved an inch forward.
Now the whole long, fair, and graceful white silk lotus leg of the maiden was exposed to the chilly air. Clearly, it was a rather avant-garde act of exposing her own body, yet the Saintess's movements were so holy and elegant that one couldn't have the slightest improper desire. In her calm, downward-looking ice-blue eyes, there was even a hint of divinity.
Of course, if Grevia hadn't tried to force her foot into her mouth, Daphne might have been more grateful.
The immaculate and white ice lolly-like foot was now pressing against Daphne's nose tip. The nails on the toes, which were neatly trimmed and rounded under the silk stockings, were covered with a thin layer of crystal-clear ice particles. The snow orchid fragrance wafting from between the toes was captivating.
There was no time to think too much. Since she couldn't resist, she might as well learn to enjoy it.
If she hadn't saved this girl back then, where would there be such excellent feet now? Weren't the feet so fragrant and tender because of her pampering?
Thinking like this, Daphne suddenly felt it didn't matter that much.
Since she had cultivated them with so much effort, what was wrong with tasting them herself? Wasn't the roast meat the most delicious when eaten by the person who roasted it themselves?
Although she tried her best to persuade herself in her mind, Daphne still felt that it was a bit too outrageous. She really wanted to ask who had taught Grevia this kind of play. How could the pure and holy Saintess have such evil and filthy thoughts?
"You have to keep your word..." There was no room for maneuver left. The half-blood maiden chose to resign herself to her fate. She slightly raised her gaze, trying to seek Grevia's affirmative reply.
"Of course, as long as you're obedient." Grevia slightly lifted the skirt and cloak flowing down on both sides of her thighs. The faint sound of the fabric rubbing against the silk stockings made people's hearts itch. "You know quite a lot about that ruin, right? I still have a lot of questions to ask you. You won't die for a while."
So it turned out that she wanted to capture and interrogate her. Then what was happening now was giving the captive a warning, right?
Thinking of this, Daphne actually breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that Grevia really wanted to do something disgraceful to her.
Licking the feet was a small matter, but raising a pervert was a big deal.
After all, Daphne was full of confidence in her cultivation plan. Each target was carefully selected and cultivated by her, with the goal of eventually being able to stand on their own and lead one side to contribute to the resistance against the dusk of the apocalypse.
If there was a pervert who liked to lay hands on other girls among them, wouldn't it mean that there was something wrong with Daphne's educational methods?
Just imagine, if all the hopes of the Order camp in the future were perverts, how terrifying that would be.
Such a world might as well be destroyed...
Putting aside the wild thoughts in her mind, Daphne slightly turned her head under Grevia's gaze and stuck out her pink tongue from between her rose-red lips.
"Ouch, it's so cold!" She quickly withdrew it after just a light touch, and her scream was tinged with a crying tone.
"After all, it's winter in the Northern Region. The frost condenses and turns into ice." Grevia's explanation seemed cold and heartless. She remained in the same position, clearly still intending to make Daphne continue. "That little touch just now doesn't count. You can only stop when I say so."
Such a girl who was afraid of the cold must be suffering a lot with her feet as cold as popsicles, right? Daphne's resentment in her heart eased a little, and she began to feel sorry for Grevia.
She might as well help her warm up her body.
Now it was Grevia's turn to be unable to bear it. She hadn't expected the feeling to be so obvious.
Tickled to the heart, Grevia subconsciously wanted to withdraw her foot, but Daphne grabbed it as if to hold her back and pulled it back forcefully.
Her Highness the Saintess had never been treated like this before, and for a moment, she even forgot that she was the one who had taken the initiative.
As clever as Daphne was, of course she saw Grevia's weakness, so she retaliated by focusing on those key positions.
Just when Daphne was smugly about to use her teeth, Grevia finally couldn't bear it any longer and stepped on Daphne's face, pushing her to the ground.
With both hands clasped together, her wrists were tightly locked above her head. Her soft and flat abdomen was firmly pressed against by the knee wrapped in white silk stockings. Grevia had controlled all of the half-blood maiden's mobility in an instant.
Before Daphne could cry out in pain, she opened her eyes and saw Her Highness the Saintess's pair of blue ice-colored eyes right in front of her.
The platinum-blonde long hair didn't fall like a light curtain along both sides until this moment. The sweet fragrance of snow orchids wafted out faintly, which was the refreshing fragrance unique to the Ice Heart Saintess.
There was actually a thin layer of mist in those ice-colored eyes that had always been cold and emotionless.
Anger, shame, eagerness... These emotions that should have been lost and didn't belong to her were now written all over her face beneath the thin layer of ice, so vividly.
Twelve years. Grevia finally regained the urge to cry once.
All the sadness and joy she had experienced, all that she had once taken lightly, now became clear and vivid in her blurred memories. She finally regained the feelings of being a human being.
Colors returned to her world.
Although it was just for a moment.
Sure enough, it had to be this half-blood. It could only be this half-blood.
Grevia was determined to possess her. Only this half-blood could help her retrieve those lost emotions.
"I... I did lick it..." Daphne couldn't understand the intense and longing look in Grevia's eyes. She just trembled and tried to defend herself. "You said I could only stop when you told me to..."
"I've changed my mind," Grevia said faintly. "I want to finish what was left unfinished last time."
"Last time?" Daphne was taken aback.
But when she saw Grevia slowly opening her tender lips covered with a light layer of frost and lowering them little by little, and when she found herself being hooked under the chin by a slender finger and unable to avoid it, Daphne finally realized what "what was left unfinished last time" really meant.
Again!?