You're as Stupid as Your Sister (5.2K)

"Well, don't let her appearance fool you, Claire is actually very strong, and there are some things that only she can understand."

"It's a quiet feeling," Mahiro said softly.

"However, there's something I need to trouble you with, Alpha. Could you send a few people to escort Claire back to her dormitory safely?"

What if something happens to Claire before things are even resolved with Alexia?

It's important to know that Claire's heroic bloodline is no less potent than Alexia's.

"Yes, I've arranged everything this morning. Zeta will be responsible for protecting Miss Claire in secret."

Alpha's answer surprised him slightly, and he couldn't help but praise it:

"As expected of you, Alpha, you're simply my perfect helpmate."

Alpha smiled broadly, revealing a bright and cheerful expression.

"Thank you for the compliment, but that's not enough..."

Chapter 210 You're just as stupid as your sister (5.2K)

"Where am I...?"

Alexia awoke from her coma to find herself in a dark dungeon.

There were no windows, only a lit candle as the light source.

The walls on all four sides are made of stone, and there is a large door in front that looks quite sturdy and heavy.

"Ah... so it wasn't a dream, I really was kidnapped."

Alexia clearly recalled everything that happened before she fell into a coma.

It sounded like I could hear Claire calling out to me.

Surprisingly, she felt no fear whatsoever, only an indescribable calm, her heart completely undisturbed.

I was even a little touched.

She remembered Claire, the champion of the previous Bushin Festival. She seemed aloof on the surface, but she was willing to help someone as insignificant as herself.

On the other hand, Sister Wang still has her father...

Splash--

Alexia tried to move her body, and the sound of metal scraping against metal reached her ears.

Turning her head, she found that her hands and feet were fixed to the reclining pedestal.

"A demon-sealing restraint set... the preparations are quite comprehensive."

Unable to gather magic power under restraint, any attempt to escape through one's own strength is utterly wishful thinking.

The problem is, who would go to such lengths to catch themselves?

Is it still in the capital?

He doesn't seem like a typical thief...

Alexia looked around, trying to find some clues.

Stone walls, iron gates, candlesticks, and... lumps that look like black trash.

The object was placed in the cell next to hers, and for some reason, it was chained up.

After observing it closely for a while with curiosity, Alexia discovered that the lump-like object was moving.

It is breathing.

It was some kind of creature dressed in rags.

"Were you also brought here?"

The creature began to wriggle, then looked at Alexia and was immediately filled with dread!

Monster.

The creature chained up was a gaunt and hideous monster unlike anything she had ever seen before.

His face was ulcerated and blackened, but the shapes of his eyes, nose, and mouth could still be barely discerned.

Her entire body was abnormally large; her right hand was even longer than her leg.

Conversely, her left hand was thinner and shorter than her right hand, and it was clung tightly to her body as if it were carrying something.

Moreover, compared to Alexia, whose limbs were all fixed, the only thing binding this monster was the collar around its neck.

This monster was thus confined to the cell next to hers; although they were two separate prisons, there were no bars separating them.

Although it may not seem to have much effect.

To avoid provoking the monster before her, Alexia held her breath and carefully averted her gaze.

Even without seeing it, she could clearly feel the monster's gaze.

Splash...

The sound of chains being tugged could be heard quietly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that after a moment of silence that seemed to freeze time, the monster lay down, as if it had fallen asleep.

Just then, the tightly closed iron gate outside the prison was suddenly opened.

A man in a white coat walked in. He seemed somewhat erratic, muttering things like, "Got it, finally got it..."

What did we gain?

Did you get me?

What if this man does something to me?

The thought of this made Alexia feel nauseous, because the man's appearance was indeed not good.

His cheeks were thin, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were dry and peeling. His sparse, greasy, and flat hair smelled foul.

This man, from his seemingly dirty white coat, pulled out a bunch of keys and opened the prison door.

"Royal blood... royal blood... royal blood."

Madman.

The good news is that this guy is crazy and won't do anything weird to himself.

But the bad news is, this madman wants to draw his own blood.

As Alexia was thinking this, the man had already pulled out a syringe and pierced her skin.

Bright red blood was drawn into the syringe through the needle.

Can I ask you a question?

Alexia spoke as calmly as possible.

"Hmm... hmm?"

The man responded with a strange, low moan.

What do you want to do with my blood?

"You... you... your blood is the blood of a demon. I will resurrect demons in this era!"

"Oh, I see. That sounds really good."

Alexia is now certain that this guy is definitely a madman.

Moreover, they might be so obsessed with a certain religion that they become fanatical.

But as she watched tubes of blood being drawn from her, Alexia couldn't help but feel worried.

"While drawing blood is fine in itself, please don't take too much at once... otherwise it will be very troublesome for me, and I don't want to die."

"Hehe... hehe... I, I know. I need a lot of blood, so I'll only draw a little bit each day."

"Yes, please, you really have to do it."

It seems that besides being a princess, she has some other value, and Alexia can rest assured for the time being.

She decided not to resist, to act as compliant as possible, and to wait for rescue to arrive in this state.

However, the man who was having his blood drawn suddenly turned ferocious.

"No, no, this isn't right!"

The man screamed and pulled the syringe out of her body, smashing it to pieces on the ground.

The half-tube of blood stored inside had stained the ground red and was still warm.

Ah, what a pity... my blood.

As the syringe shattered, Alexia had no time to lament the loss of her blood.

Because the man in front of her was becoming even more frenzied.

"It shouldn't have been like this... I shouldn't have done this in this dilapidated dungeon! It's all those idiots' fault."

"Yeah, I hate idiots the most too."

"Destroy my... destroy my research institute. That idiot Olba, he can't protect anything, and he was the first one to be destroyed!"

"Yeah, that idiot Olba was the first one."

Alexia tried her best to agree with what the other person said, so as not to do anything else to herself.

However, dealing with people like that is exhausting...

Especially after the blood was drawn, I felt inexplicably tired.

It's probably because of excessive blood loss.

But the man completely ignored her response and expression, and continued shouting.

"And then, one after another... Aaaaaaaah! My research was so groundbreaking!!!"

"How pitiful, you must have a very hard time."

"That's right, that's exactly it! My research was so close! Just when it was almost finished, they said they were going to... kick me out!"

The man was going berserk, violently pulling at his hair, uttering incoherent and erratic words.

"How could you do this? This is really going too far."

Alexia couldn't help but carefully move her body slightly away from the man, afraid of disturbing him.

Unfortunately, this distance didn't have any real effect; it was only a psychological comfort.

"Useless bastards... these useless... good-for-nothings!"

"Yeah, I think you're right, those people are all good-for-nothings, but aren't you the same?"

Alexia's eyes widened slightly.

Because those words weren't spoken by her, nor by a man, nor by that monster.

Instead--

"Wha... who are you?!"

The man turned around abruptly and saw a man sitting on a table outside the cell, wearing a black overcoat and black ankle boots on a wooden chair.

He gave this side a mocking smile.

"You... how did you get in?! Ugh! Useless, useless, useless! How did you let an outsider in again?! Aaaaaaah! My research findings... my research findings!!!"

The man seemed to have completely lost his mind, and actually opened the prison door on his own initiative, walking towards the person sitting on the table.

She even raised her fist, wanting to teach him a lesson.

"It's so noisy."

Snap!

A crisp snap of fingers rang out, and the man in the white coat suddenly froze on the spot.

Then, under Alexia's watchful gaze, it instantly exploded into dust.

Even the dust drifted over to her, lingering around her nose, and had a pungent smell like ashes.