She's always been able to brainstorm.

Facing Edith's aggressive stance, Daphne had no heart to resist and could only lift the "Blood Camouflage" in front of her.

A dark red bat mark gradually emerged between her brows. Blood oozed from her hair and cheeks, and the girl's appearance was changing bit by bit.

It was the first time Edith had seen such a scene. Affected by hemophobia, she couldn't help but take a half - step back and release Daphne.

The long silver - white hair returned to its original garnet - dark red color. Her slightly long and pointed face became more rounded and delicate. A touch of gorgeous rose - red appeared between her slightly lifted eyelids.

In an instant, the Grand Chantress Elenore Perkins transformed back into the half - blood girl Daphne.

"ItSo it's you.." Although she already regarded Daphne as her savior, it was only when she saw this face that Edith truly confirmed that the half - blood girl she saw on the battlefield yesterday was Daphne herself. "The half - blood that Sister Grivia mentioned is also you, right?"

Daphne had never seen Edith so fierce. She nodded and admitted with sobs.

Realizing that her attitude was a bit harsh, Edith cleared her throat with a light cough, and her voice softened. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh on you." She looked at Daphne's slightly trembling eyes. "Tell me, tell me the truth. Do you know where my father—" After a pause, Edith changed her way of speaking. "Do you know where Pope Bertram has gone?"

Finally, this question was asked, and Daphne's heart was in agony.

She was tired of living in fear as a low - born half - blood, and she also wanted to get out of the embarrassing situation of being Edith's plaything. However, she also had to consider the possible troubles of exposing her identity.

How many people would believe this absurd truth? How would the Church deal with her, a former pope now turned half - blood girl? How should she proceed with the plan she originally intended to implement using the pope's identity?

Daphne couldn't stake this crucial step that affected the fate of the whole world on the uncontrollable premise of expecting Edith to keep the secret.

"Exposing that she is a half - blood" and "exposing that she is Bertram" couldn't be compared at all. The latter was her bottom line.

After all, these fabricated affections were just preparations and means to fight against the coming of the Ending Dusk. Daphne didn't need to overly care about Edith's feelings.

"I don't know. I don't know that person."

After a long period of crying, the half - blood girl gave a negative answer, her tone neither light nor heavy.

She could see the expectation and hope in Edith's eyes shatter, and the disappointment and dejection emerging on Edith's face, but she still couldn't waver in her bottom line and principles for this.

"Why would Sister Grivia think so? How did you meet her? Why is she chasing you?" Edith didn't feel any sign of Daphne lying, but she still wasn't willing to give up so easily, so she immediately asked another question.

"That ruins." Daphne began to fabricate her past. "I was sealed there by some magical item. Her Highness the Saintess should have triggered some mechanism and released me. I don't remember my past. All I know is that thing kept me imprisoned for a long time."

"So Sister Grivia thought you were related to my father's disappearance, but actually you don't know anything. You just regained your freedom from the cage made of magical items because of Sister Grivia's unintentional act. Is that what you mean?" Edith understood quickly.

Daphne nodded repeatedly.

"No wonder you were wearing that embarrassing magical item. It should be the bad taste of the person who imprisoned you." Edith's gaze shifted downstream in a mischievous way, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. "But now your master is me. From now on, please do your best to meet my demands."

"Woo..."

Without Daphne having to explain much, Edith had already filled in the blanks of the tragic past of this half - blood girl in her mind. From being one person's toy to another's, in any case, she couldn't escape the fate of being a toy.

"Speaking of which, you're really beautiful like this. No wonder you're the most suitable race to be a ○ slave." Edith stretched out her slender fingers and gently lifted Daphne's chin, forcing the half - blood girl to look up and meet her gaze. "Miss Elenore is more dignified and elegant, while you're cuter and sweeter. They have different flavors."

Her heart was pounding.

The more Edith admired Daphne's delicate appearance, the more flustered she became. To put it vulgarly, it was as if a little deer was bumping around in her heart. This was the first time she had experienced the subtlety and appropriateness of this metaphor.

"Change back like this when we do it later." After imagining the possible erotic experience tonight for a moment, Edith immediately changed her words. "No, you have to listen to me about what appearance to use. You have to do as I want. Understand?"

"Um, um, I understand..." Daphne, who wasn't allowed to refuse the request, could only accept it. Otherwise, Edith would surely kiss her forcefully immediately.

"Sister Grivia also seems to be very interested in you. I've never seen her show such an expectant and excited expression. She must have fallen in love with you." Edith smirked.

"Love, love!?" Daphne was shocked.

Love?

With Grivia?

Daphne couldn't believe it.

She was the one who had raised Grivia for twelve years. Grivia shouldn't develop such an unhealthy relationship with her.

Moreover, Grivia had no expressions or emotions since her biological parents were killed. How could she feel sympathy for a half - blood she had only met twice?

But Edith had a high emotional quotient and was a master at speculating and manipulating people's hearts. Daphne couldn't outwit her. In this regard, Edith was an authority, so Daphne had to believe her words.

"She should not know that you've become mine, right?" Edith's smile grew wider. She walked closer and pressed Daphne against the wall again. The silver - bell sound tinkled again. "This feeling of forcefully seizing what my sister covets is really wonderful."

Daphne was stunned.

She had thought the sisterly relationship was harmonious. Now, upon closer inspection, she could even smell the jealousy in Edith's tone.

To be fair, had her previous educational work been a bit of a failure? The two sisters were more problematic than each other, and yet she had thought she had cultivated two outstanding talents...

Daphne couldn't help but think of the many girls she had cultivated in other places—

Since the disappearance of herspare time for a separate task, she had completely lost the way to obtain their recent situations. She hoped they didn't have such strange quirks as Edith and Grivia behind her back.

However, these were all things to worry about later. In fact, Daphne should be more concerned about the current crisis.

"Such soft and tender little lips, my sister won't be able to taste them. I'll take them instead." Edith licked her lips.

"Woo!?" Daphne let out a low cry with nowhere to escape.