"I'm different from them... I'm a Soul Half God."
At this point, Vishy was already at her limit just getting her meaning across, and she didn't care at all that she had bared her vicious fangs—there wasn't a single dirty word, not one insult, but the undisguised contempt, jealousy, and disdain in her tone made both Ash and Felix understand just how much she looked down on the Sword Maiden and the Witch.
Ash gently stroked the back of her head, as if trying to press her fangs back in.
"A soul curse can't break me. When I was Soul Refining, I endured tempering thousands, tens of thousands of times more painful than this." Vishy panted in ragged breaths. "But my soul is bound by the Ruby Chains... If the knife is still wrapped in chains, what can it cut?"
"Undo my chains." She gripped Ash's shoulders tightly with both hands, lifted her gaze to stare straight into Ash's eyes, and said each word with emphasis: "I can complete the Trial myself!"
Felix watched this frail Elf, so pitiful yet so stubborn, from the side, and a quiet admiration rose in her heart.
Her timing was too perfect, Vosrodar Second Miss thought. This was Vishy's best chance.
After staying with the team for so long, Felix naturally knew the love and hatred between Ash and Vishy. If she hadn't been controlled by the Ruby Chains, the unruly Phantom Prophet would never have obediently accepted Ash's command, let alone devoted herself wholeheartedly to the team's efforts... Though Ash had never disrespected her, in reality, she was Ash's Prisoner, his female slave, a tool for him to take from as he pleased. Her dignity, freedom, and even her power were all Ash's private property. As long as Ash wished it, he could