After all, she was young and got rid of the shackles specifically for spell casters. After a few deep breaths, she felt much better. Her nose regained consciousness. In addition to the smell of blood at the door, she also smelled food. It would be harmful to everyone.

After chewing the name of a lady, the strength has returned to the body, which is good.

A strange girl named Ivy was dragging the corpse in through the door, using only one hand to do it, as if the guard in half-armor was a straw doll.

Looking at the red and swollen parts of her wrists that were cuffed by mithril chains, she was even more sure that the girl was definitely not a human. She watched the game of bending table knives at the banquet. Are the people of the Principality strong enough? They still choke the veins in their heads.

It's about to explode before it bends.

Shapeshifter? I heard that this kind of thing can transform into the appearance of its victim just by touching it.

"...Don't worry about it." Helena interrupted Ivy's efforts and pointed to the blood mark extending from the outside to the inside, "We are in a hurry."

The strange girl listened to the advice and picked up the guard's sword and held it in her hand before leaving, which gave Helena some comfort. If she still relies on weapons, at least it is not a very outrageous monster, the mage thought.

Who are you? Helena followed Ivy and almost said these words.

The emperor did not like luxury. The palace he lived in not only had poor lighting, but also had narrow passages extending in all directions. Everything in this old-fashioned castle met the defense requirements, not for the comfort of living. With Ivy leading the way, the two of them could always get there in time.

She even managed to avoid a patrolling guard at the nick of time. It was always such a coincidence. She had never had a dangerous encounter. This girl's ears were so sensitive that she reminded her of her own students.

When supervising Zhao Wen, she must sit next to her while she is reading and studying. Otherwise, the apprentices may find a way to appear attentive before the instructor opens the door and enters the room.

It's all thanks to those damn pointed ears. Thinking of this, Helena's eyes turned to Ivy's ears. They were no different from ordinary people.

Yes, you are a shapeshifter...

The girl who was thought to be a shape-shifter suddenly grabbed her and dragged her into the corner of the corridor. The torch swaying in the wind reflected a row of skewed shadows on the opposite wall, which gradually became larger. The wall a few steps away was equally useful.

A torch for illumination.

Helena just had time to think that Ivy had already done it. She took off the torch and held it in her hand without any hesitation. The mage was dumbfounded. No one was willing to take the initiative to walk into the darkness. The soldiers ignored the two people in the shadow.

Changed direction of travel.

Ivy inserted the extinguished torch back, thinking that if the torch fell to the ground, it would arouse the soldiers' suspicion, but she forgot that the person she killed was still lying on it.

Continuous inhuman behavior finally caused Helena to explode. The mage pulled Ivy forward until she reached the arrow hole, letting the sunlight illuminate the hand.

Under her nose, Ivy's skin that should have been burned by the flames was actually unscathed except for the burnt part of the stick that was stained black.

"You are a shapeshifter." Helena accused, "You killed this girl and put on human skin."

Now is definitely not a good time to fall out, but now that I have said it out loud, I have to go all the way to the dark side. She took a few steps back and raised her finger to point at the girl, "I don't want you to steal my face."

Her blood began to boil, and the pleasure brought by being filled with magical energy made Helena feel elated. She had to concentrate all her attention to see the target and her finger as a line. It was as narrow as a castle corridor, which was the best place for lightning spells.

A place to play.

"I am Miss Christina's maid."

Every time I report my family status like this, I get good positive feedback. The elf white knight has an impeccable reputation and image. He loves his house and loves his family, so Miss Christina's servant must be good too.

The mage's long hair, which had flowed upward due to the anti-gravity generated by the spell, fell back again, and his eyes were no longer so sharp, but his finger was still pointed at her and he did not put it down.

"And I'm not some shapeshifter."

Shapeshifters...the legend of the country folk is a tidbit that the priest must talk about at Saturday Mass. How could Ivy not know, and how could she not understand how much these people would hate a thief if they had heard it since they were young.

Identity monster.

The horns slowly pushed aside the brown hair and arched out of the top of her head. Under the sunlight that poured into the arrow holes, Ivy showed a small part of her demon body. She acted very naturally and smiled specially to prove this. Because

Ivy also knew how the priest explained to his believers word for word that "creatures in the lower world will be scorched by the sunlight gifted by Mother Earth."

The fact that I can appear in the sun shows that I am a good person, and look, Tyra testifies for me. The reason why Ivy can learn and use the "Sacred Scripture" is because she never missed a single mass on Saturday.

The mage opened his mouth like an idiot and put down his hands. I don't know whether he believed her or was too tired to lift them up.

"I'm going to save Leon, are you coming?" Ivy hid her horns. They can be seen in the light, but not to people. Moreover, she has looked in the mirror and her brown skin is covered with black spots, which are blood red.

Eyes and bat wings, weird sheep feet and hooves, fangs and claws that can shave flesh from bones. Sometimes she can scare herself when she goes to church too much and turns into a demon.

"Leon!?"

The mage caught her again. Whether it was the surprise in his voice or the silly smile on his face, Ivy didn't miss it.

What the hell, another stupid woman who was fucked by a scumbag! Emotionally, Ivy firmly united with the hostess and hated the legendary big pervert who fell in love with any woman he saw.

"That's his son, not him!"

Ivy shook off the mage's hand and walked away, walking very fast, not caring whether the mage could keep up.

They gagged her mouth, as if they thought it was not enough, and added a bridle. A bridle! Whether in Middle-earth or Taixi, this thing is only for animals, and the meaning of insulting her is self-evident.

As a fifty-three-year-old "girl", Zhao Wen gained some sympathizers with her childish face. Not all people in the principality are so crazy. The half-elf heard someone protesting that "she is just a child." The two sides argued fiercely.

, so much so that a quarrel broke out, and there were many words that Zhao Wen couldn't understand. Maybe this was the language of the principality. Miss Yelena, who hired her mother, also spoke like this, with an unpleasant and ridiculous accent.

When the argument came to a final winner, Zhao Wen's punishment was not only not reduced, but also increased. She was firmly fixed from head to toe on a flat wooden frame, and the binding was strong.

The chain was made of metal and was lighter than expected, but it made her feel nauseous. And when she felt nauseous, she had nowhere to throw up because she couldn't even open her mouth because of the special bridle.

At the moment when tears welled up, Zhao Wen thought of her mother, thinking that her mother was thousands of miles away and there was no way she could come to save her. Helpless tears fell down drop by drop along the torture tool made of mithril, and it hit her

The floor actually made a sound.

"Oh, Terra."
Chapter completed!