Chapter 220: First Taste of Holy Water
“You think I’d believe that? You despicable human.” Ottovia proudly placed her hands on her hips, looking down at Rose with disdain.
No matter her current state, she couldn’t let her pride falter.
Even if she couldn’t defeat Kailun, could she not handle Rose?
Ottovia was still resentful about being tricked by Rose.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you. You won’t have a good ending after falling into Kailun’s hands anyway.”
Rose chuckled at Ottovia’s words. “Compared to me, you might end up even worse. After all, Kailun is more interested in you.”
She looked at Ottovia’s attractive figure and added, “I have to admit, you’re quite charming. You have an exotic allure and a petite beauty. Especially this untamed look, it’s irresistible. So I think you might become his new plaything, kept around to satisfy his desires.”
Rose’s words were half-truth, half-bluff, mainly to scare Ottovia.
In a sense, the less important a person was, the more dangerous their situation. She felt that she might fall from grace even faster.
How tragic.
In just over a month, she had gone from being a high and mighty queen to Kailun’s wine server, and now a prisoner awaiting her fate. It was impossible not to feel a sense of loss.
If she had the chance, she would confront Kailun and ask him why he had targeted her.
Although she had initially planned to annex the Xiya Kingdom, it was Kailun who attacked first.
And ever since then, she had been constantly hindered by Kailun, delaying her victory on the main battlefield. She could even see his hand in some of her later misfortunes. Her current predicament was entirely his doing.
Logically, she should hate Kailun. However, all she felt was a sense of powerlessness.
It was better to focus on the unlucky entity across from her. Look at Ottovia, how pathetic.
“Tsk, strange words, rude look. Humans are all the same.”
Ottovia clicked her tongue. Having slumbered for ten thousand years, she couldn’t understand these modern terms.
In reality, the slave collar around her neck couldn’t truly restrain her. She could remove it if she wanted to.
But the problem was that this dungeon significantly suppressed her power. She couldn’t gather enough mana to remove the marks on her body.
If she couldn’t completely erase Kailun’s marks, even if she escaped, she would be caught again.
As for escaping and self-destructing?
Forget it. Attempting self-destruction with such low mana was too risky. Whether she could revive in the future was uncertain.
For now, she had to make a change. She had two options: one was to “reincarnate” using the consciousness she had left in Rose’s soul.
The other was to obtain Kailun’s blood and “control” him, similar to creating a familiar, a method she had never used before.
She had no kin, and humans were unworthy.
Compared to the risks of the first option, she preferred to try the second. If she succeeded, she could completely control Kailun. She could step on him, make him bark like a dog, anything she wanted.
But the question was how to get close to Kailun, how to obtain his blood and complete the control process?
Besides that, she had to consider whether her current mana was sufficient. Based on her current sixth-rank level, she was a bit short.
Ottovia’s gaze fell on the Unlucky Flowers at her feet.
“I’m going to sleep. You can play by yourself.”
Ottovia gave Rose a cold glance and returned to the bed, concealing her thoughts.
“Like a child.”
Rose shook her head. Instead of returning to her bed, she went to the bathroom, filled the tub with water, and lay down.
The warm water enveloped her delicate skin, glowing white under the light.
Shamefully, she was gradually accepting the fact that her beautiful body would one day be claimed by Kailun. What she couldn’t accept was that she hadn’t been able to harm him in any way.
She had to at least injure him once, right? Otherwise, wouldn’t she be at a huge disadvantage?
Lost in these strange thoughts, Rose gently patted the water, creating ripples.
……
At three in the morning, Ottovia, using the consciousness she had left in Rose’s soul, confirmed that the latter was asleep and then quietly got out of bed.
She tiptoed to the door and picked up an Unlucky Flower. “I’m just trying it out. If it’s real…”
Her eyes gleamed red in the darkness, her fangs unconsciously exposed. This scene, instead of being scary, had a strange allure.
After picking up the flower, she quickly ran back to bed and hid under the covers.
“This is the Holy Water, and this is the Unlucky Flower. They both have the effect of enhancing mental power. What Rose said might be true.” She took out the small bottle from under her pillow.
For some reason, she felt a strange sensation when these two items were placed together.
But to escape Kailun’s clutches, she decided to try it.
She first crushed the delicate Unlucky Flower and stuffed it into her mouth. As she chewed slowly, a bitter taste filled her mouth, followed by a peculiar fishy smell.
Although the fishy smell was extremely faint, it couldn’t escape her sensitive taste buds.
“This tastes terrible!”
After complaining, Ottovia opened the bottle containing the “Holy Water.” As soon as she removed the cork, an overwhelming fishy smell, a thousand times stronger than the Unlucky Flower, filled the small space under the covers.
Her lovely face immediately contorted. How was she supposed to drink this?
Ottovia suddenly wondered if the Saint who produced this “Holy Water” ate fish three times a day. Otherwise, why would even her tears smell like fish?
“I’m going for it!”
Determined to defeat Kailun, she closed her eyes and poured the “Holy Water” into her mouth.
To minimize the taste, she tried to swallow it all in one gulp.
However, the viscous liquid wasn’t easy to swallow, and a small amount landed on her tongue, assaulting her with the intense fishy taste.
“Ugh~”
She clutched her throat, feeling like a drowning fish.
Thankfully, her mental power and mana had increased, producing a positive effect.
But the taste of the “Holy Water” was truly unpleasant. While drinking it, she even thought of Kailun.
“No, it’s not enough, just a little bit more.”
Ottovia calculated the amount of mana she needed and frowned. To squeeze out that last bit of crucial mana, she extended her pink tongue and licked the mouth of the bottle, trying to extract the last drop of “Holy Water.”
Another minute passed, and Ottovia had licked the bottle clean, but she was still a tiny bit short of the required mana.
Unwilling to give up, she endured the discomfort in her mouth, jumped off the bed, picked up another Unlucky Flower, and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing quickly and praying for a miracle.
“It’s useless. Completely useless.”
A minute later, Ottovia crouched down dejectedly. She looked at Rose, who was sleeping on the bed in the opposite room, her eyes filled with a gloomy light. “I need more Holy Water!”
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