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Chapter 137 Mrs. Eve's Touching Moments

"I don't want to run away anymore."

"I don't want to disappear, and I don't want my mother to shed another tear for me!"

"I want to live! To live as Lottina!"

Her original faith shattered, her consciousness grew weaker and weaker, and intense, unprecedented pain, like countless red-hot steel needles, pierced through the numb barrier built by divinity and ruthlessly poured into Lotina's sea of ​​consciousness.

She briefly regained control, but her gaze quickly dimmed again. Lottina's body trembled uncontrollably from the struggle of her consciousness. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed in pain, and her consciousness was once again on the verge of collapse.

"Lotina, look at me."

There was no response; her consciousness was too blurred to hear anything from the outside world, so Diane said no more.

Diane flicked her wrist, and the long, black whip drew a sharp arc in the air, striking again amidst Diane's reluctant expression.

"Snapped!"

A light red whip mark gradually widened, quickly appearing on her snow-white back, clear and glaring.

You think you can beat me with this?!

The ethereal yet icy voice of the Storm Goddess resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, stirring up towering waves that crashed against the golden island representing Lotina's personality.

“Look at everything you cherish! That comatose mother, she will only make you hesitate; that despicable man, he will only hurt you with violence; your respected mentor and friend, she will only listen to Diane and will not consider you.”

"These are what you call 'bonds'? They are shackles! They are poison that will lead you astray! They prevent you from returning to your divine throne."

Faced with the roar of divinity, Lotina's illusory personality simply stood calmly in the center of the golden island, exerting all her strength to grasp and control her body.

The pain Diane inflicted on her body acted like the strongest anchor, keeping her from swaying in this raging sea.

Hit me, hit me hard...

Lottina's voice became clearer. The moment the whip touched her skin, there was no scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, only the awakening of humanity.

"Snapped……"

The second lash followed immediately, landing next to the first welt. The two parallel red marks stood out starkly against the pale skin.

This time, she trembled even more, and her fingers, which had been hanging limply at her sides, curled up unconsciously.

"Seeing me lose consciousness, take the initiative!"

Lotina's suspended body shuddered violently, and a short, sharp gasp escaped her throat, like that of a drowning person being forcibly dragged to the surface.

She looked deeply at Diane, and for a moment found Diane's heart-wrenching yet resolute appearance so touching.

The shock of hearing Diane say she was going to save her, coupled with her lack of faith, made the girl feel a special kind of emotion towards Diane.

The power of the Holy Blood—every lash from Diane was drawing her into the Holy Blood. Diane was using this most extreme method to pull her out of the abyss of despair.

Diane made her feel pain so that she would remember that she still had a body and the identity of "Lotina".

"I can't give up. I still have my mother, and Prince An..."

The emotions in his heart—his love for his mother, his trust in Diane, and the intense pain inflicted by Diane herself, which held special significance—converged into an unprecedented force.

"what!"

A cry from the depths of her soul erupted in her sea of ​​consciousness. Her trust in Diane, or rather her faith, fueled the burning of her holy blood within her body and in her sea of ​​consciousness, expanding the area of ​​the isolated island.

The personality that was originally huddled in the corner seemed to have gained overwhelming power. On the contrary, the Storm Goddess felt as if she was being wrapped layer by layer in a large net woven from love, pain, memory and determination, which was eroding her consciousness. The most poisonous thing was faith.

Her divided soul actually wavered in its faith in her and did not acknowledge her existence. The Storm Goddess was furious, and the storm in the entire Sea of ​​Consciousness became even more violent.

"You lowly vessel, how dare you betray me! How dare you harbor such feelings for others!"

The Storm Goddess's voice became intermittent, filled with endless resentment and unwillingness. In her sea of ​​consciousness, her enormous body began to become unstable and disintegrate under the erosion of the golden light.

“They are proof that I am ‘Lotina’. They worry about me, love me, and want me to exist, so I don’t want to give up all of this to become an empty ‘god’.”

Golden light flowed from her isolated island of consciousness, and that small land began to expand at a visible speed. On the originally rugged rocks, tenacious golden vines grew and took root firmly, remaining unmoved no matter how the giant waves of divine power washed over them.

She "heard" it; after each lash of the whip, there was a command from Diane filled with emotion, a mixture of worry, pity, love, and hope that resonated with the power of the holy blood within her.

"wake up."

"Snapped!"

"fighting."

"Snapped!"

"Live."

The physical pain did not break her; instead, it acted like a shot of adrenaline, filling her with pleasure and joy, and allowing her scattered consciousness to regroup.

She finally understood that she had to make a choice: Diane and her mother, or the Storm Goddess she had worshipped since childhood, who was also her main soul.

"What are you doing?!"

The Storm Goddess's ethereal voice was tinged with horror. She discovered that her power, upon touching the golden vines, did not destroy them, but rather seemed to sink into a quagmire. Her pure "divinity" was being diluted and bound by a warm yet stubborn "humanity."

“I said I wanted to go back, back to my mother and Prince An.”

Lotina's voice was resolute. Diane stopped whipping her and saw Lotina's tightly closed eyes suddenly open.

The confusion in his eyes had faded, replaced by a gaze that was more humane and sharper than before.

She raised her head, her gaze passing over Diane to her unconscious mother, then to the smiling but emotionless head maid, and finally, her eyes returned to Diane before her.

Those beautiful, bright eyes held pain, gratitude, and a resilient, newfound will. "You think you've won? Mortal life has its end, your emotions will fade, your will will wear down! One day, this fragile cage will shatter! When I return, I will sweep your soul into the eternal storm! I await that day!"

The laws were broken, the head maid was sided with the storm, and Diane's holy blood gave her a brutal beating. Finally, the Storm Goddess couldn't take it anymore and cursed in frustration.

The moment the words fell, the divine colossus was completely swallowed by the golden light, transforming into a dazzling golden core that sank into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. The storm and thunder on the sea surface also subsided in an instant, restoring a mirror-like calm.

"Are you alright now? Are you alright? Drink some more holy blood to heal yourself."

Diane dropped the whip with concern, and the head maid untied the lock that had been holding the girl. With the head maid's precise movements, Lottina's soft, scarred body was smoothly transferred into Diane's arms.

Despite the excruciating pain, Lottina remained perfectly conscious. She curled up in his arms on her side, her head resting on Diane's chest. This position enveloped her entire body in Diane's embrace, creating a strange sense of security, like a fledgling returning to its nest.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I don't want to drink your blood..."

Although Diane's blood was incredibly sweet, the girl's feelings towards Diane were complicated at this moment. Her watery eyes looked at Diane as if the scenes from just moments ago were replaying in her mind, and she absolutely did not want to hurt Diane.

"Prince An, thank you for saving my daughter."

The enormous snake tail slid gracefully across the blue stone bricks, its tip swaying elegantly, creating a soft rustling sound. The elegance that originally belonged to a noblewoman was now overtaken by an anxious mother's love.

"Mrs. Eve, when did you wake up?"

Diane exclaimed, "Could Mrs. Eve have seen his violent and cruel side? It seems impossible to explain now."

"Just now, when Lotina begged you to hit her!"

The tall snake woman bent down, her eyes flashing with an almost fanatical light. The prophesied scene was reenacted: her daughter, who had just been beaten, lay tenderly in Diane's arms.

She initially thought it was some kind of romantic game between couples, but now she realizes she was overthinking it. It turns out that Diane was saving her daughter, choosing between the gods and her daughter to help her daughter retain her personality.

"I didn't mean to, I just now..."

“I know you did this to save Lottina. Words cannot express even a fraction of my gratitude. I will repay you.”

Mrs. Eve quickly shook her head, showing a grateful expression. Even if Diane had only given Lottina a few slaps, or even gone a little worse, Mrs. Eve would have been happy and relieved as long as she was spared.

"Don't talk about repaying me or anything, just don't misunderstand!"

Diane slowly lifted his arms, which were supporting Lotina's neck and knees, and carefully separated her soft and warm body from his embrace.

“I did misunderstand something, but now I understand completely.”

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Eve immediately stretched out her arms. Her movements were filled with longing and piety, as if she were welcoming a supreme relic that had been lost and found again, overflowing with maternal love and the joy of having her daughter back.

Her enormous snake tail supported her body steadily, allowing her to effortlessly lift her daughter's weight. Diane gently placed Lottina into her mother's arms.

Lottina instinctively felt a pang of reluctance, her brow furrowing slightly as she clutched Diane's clothes, but she still returned to her mother's embrace.

During the brief touch between the two women's fingertips, Diane could feel the unusually coldness emanating from Mrs. Eve's skin, along with a hint of initiative. He clearly sensed the change in Mrs. Eve's attitude, to the point that he overlooked Lottina's subtle movements.

Mrs. Eve nodded slowly, carefully adjusting her embrace and using her arms to make Lottina more comfortable.

At the same time, a light blue glow shone in her hand, and the red marks on Lotina's body caused by the whipping quickly faded away with the stimulation of magic, restoring her skin to its original smoothness.

"Lotina! My child!"

Seeing Lottina recover, Mrs. Eve could no longer contain her emotions, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mom, I'm okay!"

Ignoring the minor accident, Lotina felt a surge of affection and gratitude. It's so good to have a mother. Anyone else would abandon her, even Diane, but her mother wouldn't.

Mother and daughter embraced and wept. Lotina seemed to have exhausted all her strength and had fallen into a deep sleep. Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her pale cheeks, and her breathing was even and long.

Mrs. Eve reached out and gently stroked her cheek, where the skin was smooth and delicate, still tinged with the distortion of a recent struggle for consciousness. Her hand moved across her graceful neck and down to her back, a pang of heartache washing over her.

The areas where she had been whipped had returned to a smooth, unmarked state, but Eve could still feel the lingering pain deep beneath her skin through that layer.

Her palm rested firmly on her back, and her steady heartbeat emanated from her palm, strong and full of life, bringing Mrs. Eve a sense of comfort and peace.

"Well, that's all done for me. We should go. There's still a battlefield to clean up!"

Diane felt a little embarrassed by Mrs. Eve's actions. He had done something to settle a personal score; he had used a bit too much force with Lottina, that woman with the problem of chanting scriptures.

"It's fine for Lady Margaret to go. The battlefield is too dangerous. This is the Stuart residence, right? I'll stay here and protect you, Prince An!"

Mrs. Eve suggested.

"That's right, I'll go. Master, you wait here for my news."

The head maid seemed to realize something, and the spatial rift swallowed her up, leaving only Diane and Lady Eve behind.

"Prince An, please help me settle Lottina!"

Mrs. Eve extended the invitation. She was still wearing the elegant, well-tailored gown she wore, which, though slightly dusty, revealed her finely cut hair. Her long, golden hair was simply tied back, revealing her smooth, full forehead and graceful neck.

Beneath her slender waist, the skirt was billowed high, revealing a thick, frightening snake tail that swayed from side to side. Diane, as if possessed, agreed.

"it is good!"

Diane and Mrs. Eve settled Lottina in a guest room, making sure she slept peacefully. The two left the room, and Diane was about to say goodbye and rest as well, as she was exhausted from the day.

As soon as he stepped out, Mrs. Eve ushered him into another guest room. Diane was about to question her about her intentions when she lowered her head. Her beautiful eyes, shimmering with a moist luster in the soft light, were filled with undisguised gratitude and fervor.

"Words of gratitude are too pale, and humble vows are insufficient to measure even a fraction of your kindness. Please, strike me!"

Her upper body leaned forward slowly, her full breasts displaying a breathtaking curve under the tight dress.

She was very close, and the rich fragrance of a mature woman mixed with a cool and strange snake-like scent wafted into Diane's nostrils.

(End of this chapter)