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Hunger was always the most honest sensation.
When someone no longer even felt hunger, they were no longer human. Or rather... they were dead.
Of course, they could also be called a walking corpse.
Mihailo, known as the "Lady of Pain," had gone from two women to a deity, then from a deity to a thing.
But even in that state, she still felt hunger.
In fact, she deeply enjoyed the process of satisfying it.
It was not merely the act of swallowing and filling her stomach.
It was also a psychological pleasure.
The thrill of hunting and chasing had always enthralled her.
And so, this "Lady of Pain" knew very well what hunger looked like.
That was why, when she saw Arthur produce "a sword" and "a worm," the "Lady of Pain," whose earlier words had bordered on taunting, fell silent.
She was afraid.
But a moment later, she growled-
"You think you can frighten me?"
Arthur smiled at those words, all bluster masking fear.
"As a deity, you truly are arrogant.
I hear you ascended to godhood from mortal origins.
Do you still remember the humility you had as a mortal?"
Arthur seemed intensely curious.
In truth, however, his curiosity about this "Lady of Pain" had already dwindled rapidly.
He already knew quite a bit about her.
As for certain secret pieces of information?
Arthur believed he could obtain those himself.
And her power, her experiences, and so on?
Her power did not suit him. Arthur knew that perfectly well.
Because its initial stage was not a true "ritual," but something more akin to a bloodline.
And her mystic arts?
Arthur did have some interest in those, but given their relationship, he would not dare learn them even if she offered to teach him.
In fact, mystic