Chapter 13: Sacrifice of the Dead Queen

Warm water poured from the metal showerhead, and the rumbling of the machinery kept the shower in the bathroom at a comfortable temperature.

Lamia stood under the water. She raised her slender neck and let the warm water flow along the 'collar' on her neck and slide over her fair and delicate skin.

She hadn't enjoyed such a comfortable bath for a long time.

Not just during the time when Deya locked him in the basement.

Her life on the run before that made her dare not let her down. She only dared to wipe her body with a wet towel every day and did not dare to enjoy the beauty of a shower like she did now.

Lamia's profession is a warlock, not a wizard, and she doesn't know the spell to cleanse the body, which makes Lamia feel a little regretful.

After all, warlocks are not as convenient as mages.

After rinsing, Lamia wiped her snow-white body with a clean towel. She slightly opened the bathroom door and saw a set of clean clothes in the bamboo basket outside the door.

The clothes were not something funny like a maid outfit, but a black long skirt that was not much different in style from the one Lamia had worn before.

The style of the long skirt is very simple. Apart from the exquisite materials and workmanship, there is nothing special about it. If you have to say it, this dress looks more like a modified nun's uniform.

After putting on her clothes and looking at herself in the mirror, Lamia touched the material of her skirt and frowned slightly.

Such fitting clothes and workmanship cannot be made in a short period of time.

In other words, Deya had prepared this set of clothes for her a day ago, and everything that happened today was also within Deya's calculations.

Thinking of this, Lamia's delicate body trembled unconsciously. She felt like a butterfly caught in a spider web, unable to escape from the man's clutches.

Fortunately, after signing the contract, Lamia decided to fulfill it well.

Without the desire to resist, the anxiety of having my fate controlled by others is reduced a lot.

The witch walked lightly on the thick carpet, came to the door of Deya's study, and knocked gently.

"come in."

A gentle male voice came from inside the house, but to Lamia, it was still the whisper of a devil.

She gently pushed the door open and walked in, then closed the door, folded her hands on her abdomen, and walked in front of Deya in a very ladylike manner.

In the room, Deya was sitting behind a mahogany desk, reading a book in his hands.

The wandering half-elf was standing lazily by the window, seemingly admiring the scenery outside, but Lamia knew that he was actually observing the environment outside.

This means there may be enemies outside.

Lamia became alert, but when she thought that there was a terrible lich in the villa whose existence could not even be remembered by the brain, she relaxed again.

Only then did she notice the title of the book Deya was reading - "Sacrifice of the Dead Queen"!
Lamia was shocked when she saw the title of the book.

This book should be banned in both Susaitani and Anglo-Kingdom.

Both the Kingdom of Susaitani and the Kingdom of Inglo believe in the God of Eternity and Morning Light, who is called the 'Eternal Queen' and the 'Lady of the Dawn'.

The mortal enemy of this goddess is none other than the [God of Dark Moon and Afterglow].

The [God of Dark Moon and Afterglow] has another nickname, which is the 'Queen of the Undead'.

About seven hundred years ago, the two gods had a great battle, which ended with the victory of Lady Dawn.

After that, the belief in the Dark Moon Goddess died out, and the kingdom that believed in the Moon Goddess was destroyed. On the ruins of the kingdom, the present-day Susaytani was built.

As the daughter of the Duke, Lamia received the best education since childhood, especially history.

In addition to the fact that history is a compulsory subject for every noble, it is also because learning history well will make it more likely to complete the task of promotion in [World Remembrance].

Lamia remembered that she had seen such a statement in a secret book that was not circulated outside.

The reason why Lady Dawn was able to defeat the Moon Goddess was because she received help from the Singer of Silence, one of the nine righteous gods.

The Singer of Silence holds the power of 'death', and the Moon Goddess also holds the power of death. The believers of the true gods believe that it is the 'false gods' who have stolen the divine power, and that the Lord of Death is taking back His authority.

There are actually only nine gods recognized by this world.

Regardless of whether it is Lady Dawn or the Goddess of the Moon, in the propaganda of believers of the righteous gods and the cognition of some people, they are just powerful mortals.

Both Susa and England are located on a huge island. This is an island country, and the real center of the world is the continent across the strait.

Many scholars believe that these "false gods" are able to retain faith because the places where they are located are remote and the nine true gods have no interest in these places.

[You have read "Sacrifice of the Undead Queen", "Dark Moon Sacrifice Ritual" experience +1, level increased to Lv.3]

[You have read "Sacrifice of the Undead Queen", and the experience value of "Dark Moon Sacrifice Ritual" is +0. You can no longer gain experience from the book.]

Deya gently put down the old, yellowed book in his hand.

All knowledge related to the 'Moon Goddess' is taboo. Even in the Cavendish family, only these relatively ordinary banned books can be found.

More profound knowledge and content are difficult to collect, and knowledge is priceless.

Teacher Irwin does not believe in God and has no interest in the Moon Goddess, so naturally he will not collect any lost knowledge about this god.

'Although the sacrificial ritual can only be upgraded to level 3 for now, it is enough for me to start my next goal.'

Deya thought in his heart, raised his eyes slightly and looked at Lamia who was standing opposite him.

After bathing, the skin of this former daughter of a duke looked even more delicate. Her black eyes, black hair, beautiful facial features and cold temperament made her look quite cold and elegant like an iceberg beauty.

But at this moment, the beauty's light black eyes were fixed on the steaming steak on the table in front of her. Deya chuckled and said, "Please eat, Miss Lamia. I think you should be hungry too."

Lamia took a deep breath.

She sat down opposite Deya gracefully, picked up the knife and fork on the table, and cut the tender and juicy steak with extremely fast but noble movements, her cheeks bulging as she tasted this rare delicacy.

It had been a long time since she had had such a proper and delicious meal, whether she was living on the run or being locked up in the basement by Deya.

At that time, it was more like she was eating dog food than human food.

Deya watched Lamia eat with great interest. The witch had a rather cold personality and ignored Deya's gaze.

Compared to being stared at by Deya's 'impolite' gaze, she was more tempted by the delicious food on the plate.

Deya was not in a hurry. He just leaned back in his chair and watched Lamia enjoy the delicious meal.

Watching beautiful women eat is also a pleasant experience.

Lamia ate a plate of steak and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief beside her. Deya was kind enough to hand her a cup of tea: "Have a cup of tea."

"Thank you."

Lamia thanked him in a slightly stiff voice, she gripped the handle of the white porcelain teacup, added some sugar with a spoon, and took a sip of the hot tea.

The atmosphere became quiet again.

The witch sat upright opposite Deya, showing that she was well-educated. She was completely different from Camille, who, no matter how much she learned, was still a noble.

Deya was also somewhat confused.

Lamia seemed to have been defeated too quickly. Apart from using some punishments, he did not do anything to her.

According to Deya's estimation, he would have to lock this witch in the basement for at least half a month before she would completely collapse.

But after only seven days, the other party had already admitted defeat.

He thought to himself that this might be related to some of Lamia's past experiences.

"When I first saw you, you looked exhausted and like you were fleeing from disaster."

Deya took the initiative to speak.

Lamia nodded slightly: "I just came to the Kingdom of Susetani from the Narpo Empire."

"You left the Witch Cult?"

"To be precise, it's escape."

Deya was puzzled when he heard this: "Why did you flee? Is it because the Witch Cult killed your parents and you wanted revenge, so you chose to betray the cult?"

Lamia bit her lips gently, as if she didn’t want to recall her past experiences, but in response to Deya’s question, she still said, “No, the Witch Cult is different from what the outside world knows.

The members of the Witch Cult believe in and worship witches, but what they worship is the witches' abilities. The cult's high-ranking officials know about witches, so they capture and imprison them and steal their powers."

Even when explaining these things, Lamia seemed unable to smile. She was always so cold, as if she had forgotten what a smile looked like.

Deya frowned slightly and asked, "Is this how witches were born?"

Witches are a unique occupational system of the Witch Cult. They are spellcasters, similar to warlocks, and are the backbone of the Witch Cult.

Lamia nodded.

Only then did Deya understand that the extraordinary profession of witch should be a career system created by the members of the Witch Cult after they stole the power of the witches through some kind of ritual.

However, the true situation of the Witch Cult was like this, which surprised Deya a little.

He had thought that the witches were the top leaders of the cult and that they controlled the cult. But now it seemed the opposite was true, and that the cult controlled the witches.

"So how did you escape from the Witch Cult?"

Lamia did not hide anything, she said coldly: "A witch started a rebellion within the cult, I took advantage of the chaos to escape from the cult's control, and used the teleportation array inside the cult to leave.

The main forces of the sect were in the Narbo Empire. I didn't dare to stay in the empire for long, so I took a boat across the Narbo Strait and came to Sussetani.

Because I had no identity documents and no money, I wanted to make some money so that I could settle down in Susaitani, so..."

Lamia lowered her head in regret and sighed softly.

So she took on the task of assassinating herself.

Deya added for her in his heart.

Because the bounty for assassinating oneself is the highest, by taking this mission, one can quickly solve the money problem.

In fact, her choice was not wrong. As a fourth-ring spellcaster, she was already a strong person in the eyes of ordinary people. Coupled with her special abilities as a witch, this action should not be dangerous.

But Lamia would never have imagined that she would meet a nine-ringed undead wizard here.

Deya knew very well that Lamia had not said the whole story.

She didn't lie, but she only told part of the story.

Deya was not in a hurry about this. He believed that slowly, he would be able to understand everything about this witch.

Now there is still a question, who wants to kill me, what is the benefit of killing me? The bounty for my assassination is definitely not aimless.

(End of this chapter)