A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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"foot."

Saint Karina enjoys tormenting cute girls; she may have been mentally unstable for a long time and simply enjoys this sadistic approach.

Ruby tried to use her magic to dodge, but she couldn't escape at all. She felt a stagnant force, as if space itself had frozen and the air had become very thick. She had nowhere to hide.

"Snapped!"

It looked like a watermelon had been shattered, and his foot was twisted.

Ruby could no longer stand up and could only lean on her longsword for support. She was proud and unwilling to fall in such a pathetic state.

Ruby tried to use healing magic, but the healing light was so weak that it was almost invisible and had no effect on reversing the injury.

"Don't move around. You're the older sister of my beloved toy. If you move around, I might accidentally break your neck."

Saint Karina smiled, but she was more like a devil than Ruby, who had just killed her father and hundreds of her subjects.

“Saint Karina…”

"Shhh."

Seeing her sister's miserable state, Curtis was anxious to plead for her, but Saint Karina gestured for her to be quiet.

"We're just competing to see who wins. You don't want to be emperor, and the outcome is already decided."

Saint Karina approached step by step, and to Curtis's utter astonishment, she took off a triangular object.

Her clothes were still intact, so she simply took the thing off and threw it into Curtis's hands.

"Keep this safe for me."

"Om."

Curtis felt her head spinning, and her face flushed.

Because the fabric was suspiciously damp and had a stringy texture.

"What are you doing, Saint Karina? We're still outside. This is too sudden. It's not that I'm unwilling to give it to you, but this place is too shameful for me, especially in front of my sister."

Curtis was so ashamed that she took several steps back, clutching the small piece of fabric, unsure of what to do.

"What's going on outside? What are they doing? Of course, they're doing something to your sister."

"?"

"Do you really want to be emperor? Putting aside what your sister said, you haven't even learned the art of being an emperor, and your own abilities aren't up to par. Being an emperor isn't that easy. You'll just be a puppet and be finished."

Saint Karina tried to persuade her with kind words.

"Hmm... I really don't want to be emperor. I don't want to be enemies with my sister, nor do I want to deal with those troublesome interpersonal relationships. I'd rather play around with you, Saint Karina."

Curtis spoke his mind.

"So, I have to help you discipline your older sister and make her listen to you!"

Saint Karina smiled, but that smile looked anything but malicious.

"Come, my dear sister, please enjoy."

She placed the hem of her skirt on Ruby's head, then forcefully placed the sacred site in front of Ruby.

Her eyes widened, filled with rejection. But it was no use, because her limbs no longer belonged to her; she had no strength to resist. As for her teeth, she was bewitched by a strange force and, as if possessed, licked them.

"how?"

"..."

Ruby didn't get a chance to be teased by Santa Karina; instead, she focused on licking her ice cream.

Unlike ordinary ice cream, this ice cream didn't start at zero degrees Celsius. Although it was cool, it melted in your mouth, leaving a lot of sweet liquid, like holy water or heavenly rain.

Ruby savored it carefully and felt that Saint Karina should be classified as a creamy ice cream.

The ingredients you need are 400g of heavy cream, 4 egg yolks, 120g of sugar, 120g of milk, and 20g of dried cranberries.

It's not difficult to make. The first step is to put the egg yolks and sugar into a bowl, beat them well, and then add the pure milk that has been heated until small bubbles appear. While pouring, stir with a whisk until well mixed.

Do not pour it all in at once to prevent the egg yolks from cooking and turning into scrambled eggs. Stir it again, then return it to the pot and heat it again until it bubbles. Let it cool.

Whip the cream until stiff peaks form, then pour it into the cooled egg yolks in two batches, stirring well after each addition. Add the dried cranberries and mix well. Pour the mixture into a container, cover, and freeze overnight.

"Come on, don't be shy, eat well."

Next, after Ruby drank the holy water with a special formula added, Saint Karina easily pushed the holy sword into it.

And so, the brainwashing began.

There was no love or affection to begin with, and Saint Karina wasn't particularly gentle. Being properly disciplined in front of her younger sister was an unprecedented experience, both mentally and physically.

Soon, in the climax of the impact, Ruby's body and mind transformed into the shape of Saint Karina.

In fact, from the very beginning, Saint Karina had created a magical barrier to prevent anyone other than the three of them from entering, but Ruby and Curtis were unaware of this.

This time, after taking the Red Pill, she not only targeted Ruby but also Curtis, and the sisters' reunion dinner began again. However, she still didn't use the Holy Sword against Curtis.

Perhaps this spoiled princess was a toy that Saint Karina cherished, and she didn't want to use methods of mind control and corruption on her.

246. The Theocratic State of the Playa Ocean Federation

Afterwards, Santa Karina and Curtis said their goodbyes properly.

"Are you really leaving, Saint Karina?"

"Yes. I have things I have to do."

Having used the items given to her by the fortune teller, she must now venture into the depths of the Sea of ​​Despair to rescue the imprisoned Demon Dragon.

No ships were willing to go to the Sea of ​​Despair, so she planned to return to the Lorian Empire first.

This time, however, she doesn't plan to travel by land, but by sea. She hasn't been on a boat in a long time and wants to familiarize herself with the sea route first.

She took the route south of the Toran Empire, to the Praia Ocean Federation Theocratic State.

This is a country composed of several island nations that worship the god of the sea.

In the dead of night, thick fog rose outside the dark gold metal portholes and quickly enveloped the entire sea area.

In the dimly lit room, the light blue blackout curtains were blown open by the wind, leaving a two-centimeter gap. A few wisps of sea breeze carrying a salty smell, along with the pale blue moonlight, rushed into the room, dispelling some of the stuffy and hot air.

Suddenly, the single bed in the room seemed to be under the force of something, and annoying, piercing noises came out one after another. The "creaking" sound repeated several times before stopping.

"call--"

The person on the bed sprang up as if from the dead, from under a crumpled, gray-white checkered blanket.

A bitter taste filled her dry mouth, and she could barely breathe. A few drops of cold sweat slid down her forehead and the back of her neck, soaking her thin onesie nightgown.

Santa Karina had a splitting headache and wanted to wash her face with cold water immediately to cool down her feverish brain.

While sleeping, she had some bizarre dreams, worlds completely different from the world she could understand. The background was an endless expanse of deep blue, a deep blue that seemed to ripple.

She stood on a high platform in the plaza in front of a large temple, or rather, her body was bound by chains and she was forced to stand there, like some rare and exotic beast, for the people below to admire.

The audience was surrounded by a dense crowd, their faces blurred, their mouths emitting sharp shouts, almost screams.

Several keywords can be extracted from those chaotic and fragmented words.

—Judgment, destruction, and disaster.

Basically, those people considered her the culprit who brought disaster, and hoped that those warriors wielding silver tridents and wearing scale armor would give her the judgment she deserved.

In the shimmering blue, a tall, pure white clock tower stands in the distance. As the bells chime twelve times, a ghostly voice whispers in your ear, "The time has come," and azure flames begin to ignite at your feet, climbing up the white robe and covering your entire body.

First, the clothes and skin burned, then the hair and flesh.

The body was extremely fragile under the eerily colored flames, like melted chocolate, emitting a stench that made one's scalp crawl and shocked the sense of smell. Even a rotting corpse would not have such an unpleasant odor.

Sulfur and rotting dead fish, when combined, could probably create a taste with the same toxicity as it does now.

Santa Karina was powerless to speak for herself; even when she tried to shout, her faint syllables were quickly drowned out by her frantic roars. Her throat became hoarse, and eventually, she lost all feeling in her tongue.

……

The fragments of the dream were too scattered to piece together a complete picture. Only a few fragments flashed through my mind before quickly jumping to the next scene.

"Why would I have such a dream? It's so strange."

She recalled that she hadn't read any horror novels, movies, or comics recently.

What a person dreams about is completely random. Although there is a saying that "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night," this rule does not apply to all situations.

Saint Karina didn't want to keep thinking about the dream; the more she thought about it, the more her head ached.

She had already boarded the ship and was now in the room she had booked. The layout and furnishings of the cabin seemed to have changed quite a bit compared to the land.

The wooden bed frame was replaced by cold metal, and the patterns on the sheets and blankets were unfamiliar. The pale gold pillowcases were made of smooth, high-end material, and they even emitted a faint fragrance.

By the faint moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains, she saw a light brown wooden floor, the warm moonlight casting a mesmerizing blue halo on the neatly laid floor.

A stronger gust of wind blew in, blowing open the curtains that weren't properly drawn. Through the porthole, the corner of the blue moon could be seen through the mist and thin clouds.

Now Santa Karina was completely wide awake.

In the blue moonlight, she saw two long, slender hands with distinct knuckles, attached to equally slender arms. The skin was smooth and flawless, without any unwanted hair.

I pulled back the covers, revealing a body clad in a thin nightgown. The nightgown was soaked with cold sweat, and as the wind blew through the window, a chill ran through the warm skin, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably a few times.

"It's so cold."

In the transition season between spring and summer, why am I dressed so lightly? And what's with the nightgown? Why would she wear something like that?

"I may not have woken up from my dream yet."

Santa Karina got out of bed, slipped on the pair of fairly comfortable gray slippers beside the bed, and groped her way into the bathroom in the dark. The room wasn't big, and the bathroom was to the right of the bed.

To avoid bumping into things at night due to poor visibility, she usually doesn't close the bathroom door. The light is on the wall to the right of the bathroom door, easily accessible by reaching out.

"pat-"

The light switch felt slightly different from usual; it was just as cold and hard, definitely not plastic. Once her eyes adjusted to the bathroom light, Santa Karina saw herself in the vanity mirror. The person in the mirror was making the same movements as her, her full, feminine figure rising and falling with her breath beneath her light-V white nightgown.

The ends of her hair could touch her back, and felt like smooth silk.

The person in the mirror has a delicate face with very defined features, and what's most captivating are their clear, sapphire blue eyes. Blue often evokes a melancholic impression, and this face certainly has an undeniable air of melancholy.

He has the typical Western features: a high nose bridge, thin lips, deeper eye sockets than East Asians, fair skin, and no scars, acne marks, or freckles on his face—absolutely perfect.

Saint Karina repeatedly touched her cheek, feeling the texture in her palm. The person in the mirror continued to repeat the same actions, without suddenly having her eyes bleed or uttering any inexplicable words.

"Okay...it's true. It's gotten bigger again."

She straightened her chest, and her feminine features swayed with it.

Indeed, after a strange dream, I transformed into this captivating appearance, my features becoming increasingly perfect, my breasts more and more voluptuous, and my skin seemingly glowing. Even upon self-reflection, I almost succumbed to its allure.

It's not that Santa Karina is narcissistic, but she's simply too beautiful to be described in words.

Any words seem pale and powerless.

In addition to undergoing a radical transformation, the room's interior has also been completely transformed into an industrial style, filled with a cold, hard metallic feel, with brass, gray, black and white as the main colors.

The wind was blowing through the round, brass-framed metal porthole, and the pale blue curtains were still dancing tirelessly in the sea breeze.

The room was fairly spacious, with a bed, a desk, a long wooden table for storing miscellaneous items, and a wooden wardrobe against the wall. There was a table lamp on the long table, and a book—"Chronicles of Victoria"—was also on it.

This history book tells the story of an island nation called Victoria from its founding to the present day. It's a very common book, the kind that every bookstore sells.

Saint Karina automatically recalled memories of the book, as well as some memories of where her body was located.

The book was borrowed from the library, which was located on the stern of the ship. She was in a first-class cabin on a large passenger ship, where the accommodations were much better than in economy class, and there was even a room service bell.

She resisted the urge to press down, took off her nightgown, which was soaked with cold sweat, and filled the bathtub with hot water.

The bathroom walls were covered with winding metal pipes, from which scalding white steam rose. The small bathroom, only a few square meters in size, was filled with steam, which quickly dispelled the chill that had seeped into the body.

Once the bathtub was almost full, Santa Karina turned off the water and immersed her chilled body in it. Some water overflowed from the edge of the tub, the rippling surface reflecting her paper-white face.

The time spent taking a bath is just the right amount of time to sort out my thoughts.

Saint Karina felt a sudden headache as she thought about that incredibly bizarre dream.

The bathroom window also offered a better view than the portholes in the room. No one would be wandering around outside at this time, so she parted the curtains slightly, intending to peek through the gaps at the view outside the large passenger ship.

Unexpectedly, a pair of bloodshot eyes suddenly appeared outside the window.

The two women had bulging, cloudy gray pupils, and their faces were withered, their cheeks swollen like dough with baking soda, making them unrecognizable. They were only slightly better off than the corpses of the rotting giants.