Dragon Hall Seven Attendants

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Skylar walked up to Isis, his gaze turning serious, and said in his commanding tone, "Now, try to feel your back—the tattoo of that three-headed monster."

For some reason, Skylar's tone no longer struck Isis as abrupt. She obediently closed her eyes and looked inward, only to find that the triple pain that had previously felt like being burned by fire, torn apart by lightning, and chilled to the bone had now been replaced by a serene calm.

Her eyes widened as she looked up at Skylar, her eyes filled with surprise and gratitude, but even more so with disbelief—the excruciating pain that had haunted her for years, the tearing pain from the three-headed demonic beast's soul on her back, had completely vanished.

"I... my Blood Curse?" Her voice trembled.

"It's only temporary," Skylar said with a solemn expression. The Blood Curse on Isis is the same as that on Astoria and Sarf, and it is very troublesome. Skylar can only seal it with a powerful sealing spell, but he cannot cure it completely.

"I've sealed the curse, but that's not a long-term solution..." Skylar paused for a moment before speaking, "I can only promise that I will do my best to find a way to completely remove the curse for you one day."

Isis remained silent for a long time, her chest heaving violently. Her emerald green pupils were fixed on Skylar's eyes, as if trying to see through his heart. Skylar was her enemy, not her friend, yet he was doing so much for her now. Clearly, it wasn't just out of momentary kindness; she was more convinced that Skylar had ulterior motives towards her.

Skylar didn't urge her, but just watched her quietly.

"You should know very well," he finally spoke, his voice low but exceptionally clear, "That I saved you not out of pity."

Isis's fingers tightened slightly. She looked up, Eye of Discernment reflected Skylar's image—no lies, no probing, only a cruel honesty.

"I understand," she whispered. "You've done so much, paid such a high price, and I know it won't be for nothing. What do you want from me?"

Skylar's lips curled slightly, as if pleased with her frankness.

"It's best if you understand. I saved your life from the Tomb Keeper Family, expending a great deal of precious materials and time to rebuild your body, giving you a future free from the torment of the curse," Skylar said calmly. "I believe it's a very fair trade—"

"In return, I want your allegiance." A chilling glint flashed in Skylar's eyes. He certainly hoped Isis had the sense to back down, but if she refused, Skylar wouldn't mind giving her "Absolute Dominion."

Isis remained silent for a long time.

The man before her had saved her life and helped her regain her life, freeing her from the shadow of the curse. Regardless of his true motives, Isis was truly grateful.

However, the terrible days of serving Anubi were still vivid in her mind. At this moment, all she wanted was to immediately run for freedom and pursue the peaceful life she desired, rather than getting involved in the intrigue and bloodshed of the Wizarding World again.

This made her hesitate.

Skylar did not interrupt, but waited quietly, as if he had already anticipated her struggle.

"What if I refuse?" she asked softly, but not in a humble way.

Skylar did not answer immediately, but looked at her, a cold glint flashing in his gray pupils.

"Then you will lose everything you have now." His voice remained steady, but a hint of sharpness had crept in. "Once news of your survival gets out, the Tomb Keeper Family will not let you leave Egypt alive. Your past will haunt you like a mad dog—hatred, reckoning, judgment, nothing will be spared."

He paused, his voice suddenly softening, yet becoming even more cruel. "Follow me, pledge allegiance to me."

Skylar spread his hands, his dark gray pupils gleaming with a piercing light. "I can give you a new identity, allowing you to live in the sunlight, and giving you a chance to atone for your past sins."

Isis suddenly raised her head, her eyes welling up with tears, but she didn't let them fall.

Over the years, whenever the night is still and quiet, the faces of those who died under her wand would appear before her eyes—innocent, terrified, angry, desperate... She had long been driven mad by her conscience in countless nights.

"Atony..." she murmured, repeating the word as if chewing on some distant dream.

Skylar, neither urging her nor softening her stance.

But the last sentence, so soft it was almost inaudible, pierced her heart like a nail:

"This is your only chance, Isis."

"This is also your last choice."

Isis closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, all hesitation in her blue pupils had turned into a calm and resolute determination.

"I do."

As the words fell, a mysterious power suddenly descended into the Chamber of Secrets. Skylar stretched out his right hand and gently pointed a finger at Isis's shoulder-length black hair from a distance.

A faint, indistinct bell sound echoed in the void. Isis emitted a faint white light, her calm face showing no change in expression, but she could clearly feel that an invisible connection had been formed between her and Skylar.

"From this moment forward, you are no longer Isis," Skylar said, looking at her, his voice softening slightly. "Your name is Elaine, and you are my handmaid, Skylar Malfoy."

Elaine slowly knelt before Skylar, gazing up at Skylar face. Her blue eyes were fixed solely on Skylar's image as she softly said, "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this name upon me. From this day forward, Elaine will serve you wholeheartedly and obey all your wishes."

Skylar looked at Elaine kneeling before him, a subtle hint of satisfaction flashing deep in his gray eyes.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: if Viviane were included, he would now have exactly seven maids.

Seven, the oldest, purest, and most symbolic number in magic, represents the "ultimate magic" in Arithmancy, as well as the perfection, completeness, and ultimate perfection of everything.

Latifa was originally just a gift from Yaxley. He accepted it because Latifa's Holy Light Spell was a life-saving trump card that he couldn't refuse. At that time, he only regarded her as a tool, a pawn, or an unexpected help.

Everything that followed was a series of coincidences.

Savannah's surrender, Katarin's submission, Natalie's following, Gadelle's allegiance, Viviane's submission... and now, Elaine's birth.

This was not part of Skylar's plan. Each time, he did not deliberately plan or try to gather anything together.

But fate, like an invisible hand, gradually pieced together the puzzle without him even realizing it.

Now, seven maids are gathered under his command.

Skylar lowered his eyes, a very faint, almost self-deprecating smile curving his lips.

He never believed in fate, but he had to admit that some things seemed to be predetermined. Since fate had given him the number "seven," he accepted its arrangement.

Since that's the case--

Skylar raised his head, his sharp, lightning-like gaze piercing through the dim stone chamber, staring into the void as if an invisible, mysterious entity were suspended there.

His expression was solemn, his voice deep yet carrying an indescribable gravity and authority, echoing clearly in the silent space. "In the name of Skylar Malfoy, I formally bestow upon you the title of 'Feather Maidens,' granting you the power to be free from the rules and regulations of the Malfoy clan and family, and to answer directly to me alone."

Elaine's body trembled slightly; she seemed to clearly sense the arrival of that power. An Eye of Discernment, and she immediately lowered her head, her expression solemn, and replied in a low, earnest voice, "Elaine obeys Master's command."

The moment the words fell, the entire stone chamber seemed to be gently pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

A deep, long hum resounded in the air—it wasn't a sound, but the magic itself resonating, like an ancient bell that had slumbered for a thousand years being struck. Before the first melody had even faded, the second and third melody overlapped, transforming into an almost solemn low murmur that filled the entire space.

Skylar raised his left hand, Serpent Ring on his ring finger suddenly emitted an unprecedented emerald light. The green light was no longer a simple glow, but flowed like a living thing, transforming into seven slender threads of light that slowly extended out of the ring, intertwining and swirling in mid-air.

Seven magical runes of distinct colors suddenly lit up around Skylar.

They did not appear randomly, but were arranged in a perfect heptagonal array, hovering around Skylar's body and slowly rotating. Each rune corresponded to a completely different magical essence: water, fire, wind, earth, light, darkness, and mind.

The seven runes spun around Skylar faster and faster, eventually converging above his head to form a complete seven-colored halo. The halo wasn't dazzling, but it carried a breathtaking sense of completeness, as if the entire magical laws of the world bowed down to him in that instant.

Skylar closed his eyes, feeling the power flowing through his body—seven completely different souls, seven completely different powers, seven completely different destinies, now truly completing the closed loop with him at the center.

He slowly opened his eyes, and deep within his gray pupils was the reflection of that seven-colored halo.

An ancient magical ritual was quietly performed in Chamber of Secrets, witnessed by no one.

The buzzing in the air gradually subsided, and the seven runes slowly disappeared like stars, leaving only a last trace of emerald light on the ring, which lingered for a long time.

[I've obtained "Feather Maidens" Elaine!]

[The complete "Skylar's Servant: The Seven Dragon Attendants"!]