Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

However, unlike the cruelty displayed by Gerberi, Tipalottura looked at the witch lying on the ground, cut in two at the waist, her eyes filled with pity and sorrow. The dancer also looked at her, her upper body and lips moving slightly, as if in her last moments, she had finally broken free from the witch's curse, freed from her 'loyalty' and 'infatuation' with her master, the old prince. Two lines of clear tears streamed down her face as she weakly pleaded with Tipalottura:

"Your Highness... I entrust my child to you..."

Tipalotura's lips moved slightly, but before she could agree, a small foot wearing golden armored boots descended from the sky and crushed the witch's head!

"cheeky……"

Hoarse and incoherent words came from Gerberly's mouth as she ground her boots, trampling over the blood, brain matter, and skull fragments beneath her feet, her eyes filled with rage!

"Your Highness... Your Highness... Ignoring the kindness of the two officials... Raising a short sword against Your Highness... Only now do you remember your daughter!"

Gerberi stomped on the witch until she was reduced to a pulp. Her furious posture resembled that of a wild beast, yet her eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions that made Ryuka's heart pound with fear, leaving her unsure of how to judge the situation.

"Enough, enough!"

Tipalotura only came to her senses when blood splattered on her veil. At this moment, she seemed less calm than she was now, and her voice trembled slightly as she rebuked Gerberi.

The witch's dying words seemed to remind another person present.

"Right, right! And those two little bastards! Hey! Forget about them! Get me away from here! With them and the seed in your belly, I'll make that traitor Haragoria pay the price!"

The old prince's words echoed within the palace, his hoarse roar like a ripping at eardrums. Another dancer, weakened by the loss of her sister, her spatial manipulation abilities no longer what they once were, had already been forced back by Alvarez's attack, crashing into the wall and spitting blood. Upon hearing these words, her pupils immediately trembled as she looked at her sister's corpse on the ground…

She wanted revenge...

She wants revenge for her twin sisters who have been with her since birth...

Compared to other witches, they were so lucky, at least they had each other. Even with their short lives being toyed with... even when they were abandoned by their beloved masters and forced to have children with other men, they still had their sisters by their side...

Even if we only have a few years left to live, as long as we have each other, we can still...

"Ugh... Ugh... Ughhhhhh!!!!"

A mournful cry rang out, and her figure vanished from the spot. Tipalotura, sensing the magical fluctuations, paled! Sure enough, she was going to escape with her master!

"Tsk!" Gerberly burst out in anger, her tone even more resentful!

"You won't even avenge your grudge, you bitch! You despicable woman!"

"Enough! Gerberly! They... had no choice!"

Tipalotura's tone was impatient and stern! If this old prince were to escape and betray the Ottus royal family...

There will be at least three witches in the future! No! The problem is even more serious! Where will he defect to? Will the Ottus royal family, who hate themselves and their father to the core, ally with other forces and betray the secrets of the Ottus, no, the Kranar family, in order to seize the throne and seek revenge?

Tipalotura's eyes narrowed; she would never allow such a thing to happen! She had already made preparations for this!

"Uncle Hypnos, aren't you going to make a move?!"

With a sharp shout, a faint sigh echoed in the air. Then came the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh.

"Ughhhh!!! Hypnos! You!!!"

In a corner of the palace, before a hidden side door, two blood-stained figures emerged. A young middle-aged man, holding a sword to a wounded old prince, spoke to the last remaining witch:

"Put down your sword, it's over. His Majesty and Princess Tipalotura will guarantee your and your father's lives. After your child is born, the princess will take care of her, and together with your sister's child, she will not suffer the same fate as you..."

Hypnos! Ryuga looked at the middle-aged man whose temples were not yet gray and who still looked strong and vigorous. He could hardly imagine that this man who could wave his sword at his father without changing his expression was the kind elder he had met before!

"Is the imperial family the most ruthless...?" Ryuga looked at this scene, her eyes slightly closed, and then looked at Tipalotura and Gerberi in the center of the hall.

Did they grow up in this kind of environment?

But... what does this memory have to do with Gerberly's 'desire' or even her lust?

"Heh...hehehe!!!"

So, it's not over yet? Ryuga looked at the smiling old prince, whose wrinkled face revealed arrogance that made Ryuga sigh involuntarily.

He already knew what was going to happen next.

"suicide."

Upon hearing those two words, the dancer paused, staring blankly at her master, her lips slightly moving...

"Kill yourself now! I won't let the witch in your belly fall into their hands! If you don't want to die, pierce the fetus in your womb!"

"Father!!!"

Hypnos looked at the old prince in his arms in disbelief, and unconsciously raised his sword a few points, drawing a bloody line on the old prince's neck!

"Heh heh~ If my son is like this, do you think a witch would care about blood ties? Don't lie to me!" The old prince laughed wildly, seemingly overjoyed at his own clever decision. He looked at Tipalotura and mocked her even more ruthlessly:

"A witch born with love and blessings? Hahahaha!!! That's hilarious! You know, right? Your so-called mother doesn't love you at all! That's just her infatuation with Haraguria! It's that useless man who developed fatherly love for you! Only your bitch mother would!!!"

"Shut up!!!"

The one who let out the angry shout was not Tipalotura, but Gerberi.

She was like a crazed female beast. She looked no more than a teenager, but she was like a golden lightning bolt, wielding a long sword and arriving in front of the old prince in an instant!

One sword strike, and a head flew off.

Cut open at the mouth, the upper half of the old man's head flew off cleanly, blood splattering all over Hypnos's face... Perhaps by just a fraction of a second, even his head would have been cleanly severed by this sword!

*Thud!* Half a head fell to the ground, and the scene instantly fell silent. Tipalotura, Alvarez, and Hypnos all stared blankly at the golden-brown female knight.

Only one person let out a mournful laugh...

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!!!"

It was the dancer. She cried and laughed, her face contorted, swaying as she passed by Gerberi and took the filthy corpse from Hypnos's hands.

But it was like a precious jewel, held tightly in my arms...

"nausea……"

The witch remained unmoved by Gerberi's disgust and mockery. She simply hummed a little tune until Tipalotura approached her.

The witch's fate is tied to her master; with the old prince dead, her lifespan will also quickly pass.

This was an unchangeable fact. But Tipalotura looked at her slightly protruding belly and lowered her eyes.

"How many months?"

She asked softly, but the dancer did not answer.

"If time is within my power, I can hold off your curse and wait until you give birth to the child..."

As she said these words, it was unclear whether it was to save the unborn life, to ensure the future of her many witches, or to give the dancer before her something to look forward to in her final moments.

The others silently looked at the young princess, but their gazes weren't directed at a child; rather, they held something far more majestic and unfathomable...

But the dancer continued to laugh and cry, as if she had gone mad, which made Gerberi, standing beside her, show a hint of impatience and lightly kick her with the tip of her boot.

"Hey! Did you hear what Your Highness said?"

“Child…” The dancer raised her lifeless eyes and looked at Gerberly, the murderer who killed her sister, her expression suddenly twisting.

"Do you... want children too?"

"Who wants that!" Gerberly cursed. She didn't need it. She only felt disgust for men. She had long since escaped the fate of the Witch of Otus!

But the dancer smiled and pointed to Gerberly's lower abdomen.

"Is that so? No need... That's why you cut my sister off here... That's why... so..."

Her face contorted into a grimace as she grinned at Gerberly:

"Then! I curse you! I curse this place of yours! It will be cruelly ravaged! It will turn you into something as depraved as livestock! It will make you understand what our curse truly is! Make you understand that this is a pain more terrible than death! Hehehe... Hahaha!!!"

Having said that, she grasped Gerberi's sword with her bare hands and plunged it fiercely into her own abdomen...

Her last bit of witch power, like a leech, surged into Gerberi's lower abdomen. The spatial power twisted within her, causing Gerberi to clutch her stomach and kneel down!

"A curse...a curse?"

The pain was excruciating, like the pain of impending death. Gerberly felt the space around the small room in her abdomen constantly distorting, but what terrified her most wasn't the pain itself, but rather…

A strange feeling of pleasure?

Unlike the young Tipalotura, the much older Gerberi possessed the poignant beauty of a woman in the throes of youthful maturity. This sensation sent chills down her spine! The witch's blood within her boiled, as if trying to pull her into this feeling, to savor it repeatedly, filling her with profound dread!

Would I... be like them? Would I betray Princess Tipalotura for some disgusting man?

Even in her memories, Ryuka could sense the fear in Gerberi's will. In this tragic scene, this faint sense of pleasure shouldn't exist, yet it repeatedly reminded Gerberi that she was also a witch.

Without Tipalotura's protection, she was no different from the other two...

"So that's how it is... This time it's not 'desire,' but 'craving' born from fear?"

Ryūsha murmured softly, and the scene before him began to distort. He took one last look at Tipalotura, who was embracing Gerberi, pondering this sorrowful memory, and then he saw more of Gerberi's memories…

Killing, training, killing, training... In this repetition, she would always think of the two witches who died by her sword that day, and that curse that had no reason but sent chills down her spine.

During battles and training, whenever her stomach was impacted, she would become strange. Even though the horrifying pleasure she had felt that day was gone, she was still afraid—afraid that one day she would suffer the fate cursed by that witch…

"So that's how it is..."

Exiting Gerberi's memories, Ryusha's expression turned strange. He looked at Gerberi; no wonder she was so sensitive to his playing with her abs. It turned out her sensitivity wasn't to her skin and muscles, but rather…

Ryuka shifted his gaze downwards, but thinking about that memory, he really didn't know what to do.

Without a doubt, this is the place that most stimulates the power of the witch Gerberi. It is her greatest fear, a fear that has even become a kind of inner demon, causing her subconscious desires and fantasies to give birth to the 'desire' that leads to her downfall...

In other words, if you want to adjust her witch power to prolong her life, starting from here will be the most effective approach.

"But after watching that flashback, I just couldn't muster any interest..."

Ryusha sighed inwardly. Witches were such troublesome things—beautiful, pathetic, and terrifying. Their very existence meant unrest… He turned back with a sullen expression and looked at Tipalotura.

"Your Highness, are you really sure that I would do anything to prolong her life?"

Seeing Ryukatsu's expression, Tipalotura didn't understand why Ryukatsu asked that question, but she nodded helplessly nonetheless.

"Is that so... then I won't care." Liu Xia shrugged, sweeping away her unease, and gave Gerberli a soft chuckle, deliberately making a look that was even more amused in her eyes.

"Hmph~ Although I brought that tablet engraved with holy runes, let's try something different today~"

These words made Tipalottura's heart tighten instantly. She instinctively glanced at the wooden shelf displaying various items and immediately spotted the paddle used for disciplining women—the one that had left the swollen, red bottom of Gerberi's bottom from the previous beating. During his long trip to the Bauhinia, Ryusha had actually brought this thing from Sochi! It seemed he hadn't given up on Gerberi all along. A faint blush instantly spread across Tipalottura's cheeks beneath her veil. She muttered a light "little pervert," then couldn't help but frown and ask:

"What...what do you want to try..."

BOOM!!!

"Gurgle—!!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, a clear, muffled thud followed by Gerberly's scream rang out! Turning her head, she saw that Ryusha had clenched his fist and delivered a solid punch to Gerberly's firm, beautiful abdomen!

"Liu Xiaqing! What are you doing!"

Spanking or whipping—these despicable methods were quite 'common' in Tipalotura's mind. After all, such scenes were common in both the abuse of slaves by ordinary nobles and the excessively explicit descriptions in novels. But what was this solid punch from Ryusha?! Was he really torturing Gerberi?!

"Don't be in such a hurry, Your Highness. You said you'd leave everything to me tonight, right? Besides, I didn't use any strength, neither my battle aura nor my spiritual power~"

"I'm sorry," Ryuka muttered to herself, trying to justify her actions. "It's all for Gerberi's life. Maybe it can even help get rid of her inner demons..."

Furthermore, Tipalotura had also said that Gerberi's body was very resilient, and as long as the damage wasn't caused by holy magic, she could recover completely very quickly. Even in that memory, the dancer's final magic only caused Gerberi a few minutes of pain before it dissipated; it was just that the scene and the feeling of experiencing it for the first time that became Gerberi's inner demon.

Thinking this, Ryusha punched Gerberi in the stomach again with a dull thud!

“Even so…” Tipalotura was about to retort when she saw that Ryusha had indeed only used a fraction of her pure power, and there was nothing unusual about Gerberi’s lower abdomen, but she still couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.

Ignoring the princess's unease, Ryusha slightly adjusted his fist on Gerberi's lower abdomen, gently pressing down on her navel. After noticing something amiss in Gerberi's pained expression, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmph~ Is this the place..."

Finding the right spot, Liu Xia slowly withdrew his fist, secretly gathering a wisp of spiritual power. Then, aiming at Gerberly's important little room, he punched her again in the abdomen where cold sweat was slightly seeping out!

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle—!!!"

A fist squeezed a ring through the soft flesh of her abdomen, Ryusha precisely controlling her spiritual power, slowly dispersing it through Gerberi's abdominal muscles. The scream grew louder, and Tipalotura realized Ryusha was using spiritual power, greatly angered! But just as she was about to rush forward to stop her, she noticed the gel tentacles sealing Gerberi's mouth slowly detaching, revealing her beautiful eyes slightly rolled back, a drooling, infatuated expression...

"Guha...mmm~uhhhh~ah..."

Hearing Gerberi's uncontrollable babbling, which surprisingly exuded a hint of infatuation and sweet intoxication, Tipalotura was completely stunned on the spot!

Has Ryusha stolen my control over the magical power of the gel tentacles? But why? Why did Gerberly's scream just now, besides pain, also contain a hint of seduction?

Even Gerberly didn't understand what was happening. She only felt a pain in her lower abdomen, followed by a throbbing sensation, as if an electric current was flowing through her. Ryusha's power was thrusting back and forth below, each reverberation sending shivers down her spine, making her tense limbs go limp and leaving her powerless. The tingling, swollen feeling was mixed with a strange pleasure, even robbing her of the strength to speak!

Could this be... the curse she suffered back then? A sense of panic rose in Gerberly's heart, and her eyes darted away. The dancer's words swirled in her mind like a venomous snake, seemingly confirming what had happened today.

Could it be that I'm really going to end up like those two? And the person who holds my destiny in their hands will change from Princess Tipalotura to... to this little brat, Ruka!

Out of the corner of her eye, she happened to see Tipalotura looking at her with confusion and worry on her face, which made Gerberly feel so ashamed that she wanted to find a crack to crawl into!

No, don't look at me like this, Your Highness... Ugh!