Watching the scales on her shoulders fall away one by one, Wendy saw the scaled skin beneath gradually heal. The rows of neat cracks vanished as well, and her restored skin regained its original fair sheen.
Wendy stood beside the bathing wall as a stream of water poured down over her head. The clear, sweet fresh water flowed from her scalp, over her droplet-like breasts, flat stomach, and rounded long legs, before finally scattering over her feet...
She raised her head, letting the water strike her face and pour into her mouth.
It was as though this holy water could cleanse her soul. Her heart, which had begun to twist in the darkness, saw the light once more.
Like a beam of light, it made her fair body refract a magnificent glow.
Her tears mingled with the water and flowed down her body into the drain.
Inside the bathhouse, after regaining their freedom, some of the female elves clutched their heads and wept, venting the pain and humiliation they had endured over the years. Others stared at themselves in the mirror and smiled foolishly in silence, even reaching up to touch the marks left on their necks by slave collars.
These female elves did not even pay attention to the changes in their bodies. Instead, they secretly asked the human Priests whether there was any good way to remove the scars on their necks...
Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the bathhouse entrance. A female elf standing beside Wendy hurriedly nudged her shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Wendy, it sounds like they're recruiting people outside. I heard there aren't enough clothes on the ship, so they're looking for female elves skilled at tailoring to quickly make a batch of clothes to cover ourselves."
Then she added, "They seem to