Daphne's talents are equally remarkable, and with these resources, she has now ascended to the seventh tier of sorcery.
It sounds quite impressive.
Yet, Aphra still cannot comprehend.
Daphne possesses all this because she became the lover of the mentor.
But what if, one day, she is no longer favored by Nidhogg?
How long can the delicate affection endure? And how steadfast is it?
Nidhogg perceived Aphra's resistance but didn't take it seriously.
He lingered on the snow-white skin of the apprentice's neckline, lightly tapping her cheek with his other hand.
"Relax; not only is this not dreadful, but it's also quite pleasurable. Tonight, I, as your mentor, will impart some more intimate lessons to you," Nidhogg said, smiling audaciously, his voice deep.
"You honor me beyond words," Aphra paused for a few seconds, lifting her eyes to gaze at Nidhogg. In a flat tone, she continued, "However, I cannot compare myself to the outstanding apprentices like Daphne. I am unworthy of your favor."
This was essentially a blatant refusal.
Aphra hoped her unimpressed demeanor would discourage Nidhogg's sudden desire for a wild feast.
"Oh~ come with me, and in no time, I'll make you as outstanding as Daphne. When the time comes, even after weariness sets in, the mentor will not treat you unfairly," Nidhogg maintained his smile, casually remarking.
Among the female apprentice's private circle, Nidhogg received considerable praise in this regard.
He treated his lovers generously, and after growing tired, he never made things difficult—unlike some demon lords with numerous peculiarities who would kill their lovers after growing weary.
Legend has it that a demon lord named Grazt once, in a bad mood, killed all of his lovers and imprisoned their souls in an ivory tower.
Thinking of this, Aphra felt a bit nauseous.
The shadows under the candlelight silently spread, and the door opened without wind.
Even though his power was suppressed to the ninth tier in the Kingdom of Light and he only used a bit unintentionally, Nidhogg's power was something Aphra couldn't imagine resisting.
Aphra felt the shadow beneath her feet like a dense swamp, filled with a powerful attraction, making her lose control.
Nidhogg didn't take her opinions seriously, leading her out of the quiet room where potions were prepared, into the corridor outside.
At this moment, Aphra took out the scroll of Shadow Arrows from her spatial ring without hesitation, tearing it open without a moment's pause!
"Boom—!"
With the explosion and brilliance of the torn scroll, dark forces intertwined in a few square meters, barely shattering the shadow power beneath her feet!
Freed from control, Aphra finally stopped, breathing heavily.
"You're quite daring," Nidhogg said in surprise.
His face seemed displeased after being slighted by the apprentice. With a slight lift of his wrist, a scroll made of human skin appeared in his palm.
It was the apprentice contract Aphra signed with Nidhogg, a default version widely used in the Kingdom of Hell, essentially equating apprentices to slaves.
Nidhogg spun the scroll between his fingers, then enveloped the document in a black mist.
"Do you still remember that, as your mentor, I have the right to discipline an unruly apprentice like you?" Nidhogg said with a smile.
"Please forgive my transgression..." Aphra immediately bowed.
Before she could finish her words, the next moment, an excruciating pain, like being crushed, emanated from her organs, causing Aphra to tremble all over.
Her vision was filled with pain-induced double images, and in her ears, fragmented wails of resentful spirits appeared. She struggled to hold back a scream, and within seconds, she was sweating profusely and leaned against the nearby wall.
On the opposite side, Nidhogg looked interestedly, and after dozens of seconds, he retrieved the contract in his hand, reaching out to support her waist.
"Alright, it was just a lesson, don't be afraid. But as an apprentice, you must understand to respect and obey your mentor," Nidhogg said.
Aphra was covered in cold sweat, unable to respond.
At this moment, a light and brisk footstep suddenly approached.
She turned around to find Daphne returning from outside, standing at the end of the corridor, staring at her with disbelief and anger.
The disbelief was directed at Nidhogg.
And the anger was aimed at her.
Aphra knew that Daphne had misunderstood something, but she couldn't help but feel relieved for breaking this awkward situation.
After all, at this moment, she was drenched in cold sweat, in pain, and her clothes were disheveled due to the recent attack scroll. She was currently being supported by the mentor.
From Daphne's perspective, it was undoubtedly an indisputable intimate embrace.
For a moment, Aphra, finding humor in her predicament, couldn't help but think of the classic lines of the unfortunate female protagonist in a romantic opera, "Things are not as you imagine. Let me explain," and "I won't listen, I won't listen, I just won't listen."
It truly perfectly fit the current scene.
Wearing a black, tightly-waisted long dress, showcasing her carefully groomed appearance and increasingly exquisite beauty, Daphne strode forward and fiercely slapped Aphra!
Considering her usual style, Aphra had reason to believe that Daphne did not directly use dark magic to attack her, primarily because Mentor Nidhogg was still present.
Aphra stood up, intending to catch Daphne's slap.
Faster than her movements was Nidhogg.
Without doing anything, just a mental shift, Daphne was enveloped in oppressive pressure.
"Daphne, what do you intend to do?" Nidhogg said, his displeasure evident in his diamond-shaped golden pupils.
Daphne trembled.
"Forgive me, Mentor. I was just... just too frightened," Daphne said.
Aphra, a sorceress, devout to the shadows and estranged from the light, followed her mentor's command to infiltrate the Illuminated Tribunal, concealing her identity. On her first day within the cathedral, amidst the picturesque churchyard, Aphra encountered a silver-haired youth, clad in alabaster, reclining on a bench, eyes closed, relishing the gentle breeze and sunlight. The youth, remarkable in appearance, exuded an icy and distant demeanor, prompting Aphra to approach irresistibly.
...
To seal the gods of hell, the radiant deity Angus expended so much power that not only did he sleep for a millennium, but upon awakening, his body had shrunk into that of a youth. Bored, Angus dispatched an incarnation to the sacred land of the tribunal, settling down to contemplate life. Three minutes later, a seemingly elegant and pure yet shadow-shrouded witch, holding a blue iris flower, strolled up, smiling, "Hello, it's my first time in this sacred place, so I got lost. Could you please help me find my way?"
Angus: "???"
One-sentence Synopsis: Conquer the luminous deity!
Concept: Confronting darkness without retreat, advancing courageously, with hearts set on beauty.
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