“Drop the sword, or I’ll kill her.”
Seeing Freya, Little Dragon Girl, and Chen Xing all frozen in place, the cultist holding the hostage thought his threat had worked.
Little did he know, aside from Freya, no one gave a damn about him.
“Shameless!”
“Drop the sword, or I’ll—”
Before he could finish, the arm holding his sword was already flying through the air.
“Huh?” He froze for a second, then the searing pain and the shocking sight made him completely lose it.
“Aaaah! My hand! My hand, aaah!”
“You think it’s fine when the Lord of Darkness threatens me, but even a lowly cultist like you dares to threaten me? Who the hell do you think you are?” Freya’s cold, menacing face appeared in the cultist’s line of sight.
The sudden appearance of her face scared him so badly he collapsed to the ground.
The thin sword in Freya’s hand was only two fingers wide, as thin as paper.
It was sharp and resilient, able to slice through anything without a sound.
But this time, Freya didn’t slash—she thrust.
The blade slid effortlessly into the cultist’s body.
Because it was so thin, the wound didn’t even show when she pulled it out.
Only when the blood pressure forced the cut open did the blood start to flow and the wound become visible.
“Threaten me, will you? Threaten me? I’ll stab you to death, stab you to death!”
She kept stabbing the cultist over and over.
The pain wasn’t intense, but the icy chill of the blade invading his body each time filled him with a fear he’d never known.
He screamed in terror, “Let me go! Please! No! I’ll do anything… anything! Just let me go!”
He reached out to grab the blade, but all five fingers were instantly sliced off.
His body was covered in countless narrow, shallow wounds.
The blood loss wasn’t enough to be fatal, but the psychological torment was immense.
“I’ll give you… money… let me go… please…”
After begging for a long time with no response from Freya, the cultist could only turn to prayer.
“God… oh great Dark Witch, please… save your most loyal follower…”
But the Dark Witch he prayed to wasn’t Chen Xing—it was the fake one.
So his prayers were useless.
“God… oh… dark god…”
Eventually, the accumulation of wounds took his life.
Freya didn’t bother desecrating the corpse.
She just shot it a vicious glare, then silently sheathed her sword and walked back to Chen Xing’s side.
“You seem pretty pissed.
When you were stabbing him just now, were you thinking about me?” Chen Xing suddenly turned and asked Freya.
“Huh? N-no.”
“Lying girls need to be punished.
Come to my room tonight…”
“In this frozen wasteland, do we even have a room?”
“We will.” Chen Xing smiled faintly.
She wasn’t angry at Freya’s earlier actions—in fact, she kind of liked it.
“Thank you for saving us.
I’m Leticia, captain of the third squad of the Imperial Capital’s Snow Guard.”
Leticia walked up to Chen Xing and gave a respectful bow.
Although Little Dragon Girl and Freya’s display of power had been a bit brutal, it was directed at cultists, after all.
Leticia could only assume they harbored deep hatred for the cult, which explained the cruelty.
“It’s nothing, just a small favor.”
“May I ask your names?”
Never mind the powerful mage—just the two guards by her side were already impressive enough.
They didn’t use any martial arts, just raw strength to take down all the cultists.
“I’m Freya.” Kairan patted her chest and said with a grin.
Freya immediately shot her a murderous glare, but when she turned and saw Chen Xing’s smiling face, all the malice in her eyes vanished.
“They’re my slaves.
They don’t have names.”
As she spoke, Chen Xing’s eyes scanned the girl in front of her—not with her regular eyes, but with her third eye.
The red magic eye hidden between her snow-white breasts slowly opened, instantly revealing the girl’s level and attributes.
But that wasn’t the most important part.
What really stood out was that this girl was… dark.
This darkness represented her shadow side.
For example, under the magic eye, Little Dragon Girl appeared completely black, meaning she belonged to the darkness.
Freya was half black, half white.
But this girl’s darkness was even more intense than Freya’s.
And she hadn’t been corrupted by darkness, which meant she was naturally this dark.
And it wasn’t just her.
The injured knights around her were also pretty damn dark.
It was Chen Xing’s first time using the magic eye to observe humans in this world, and the results surprised her.
Weren’t witches supposed to be the source of all darkness? Then why, even after being sealed for thousands of years, were these people still so full of darkness?
“Interesting.” All these signs piqued Chen Xing’s curiosity, though she didn’t show it outwardly.
“Is that so?” Leticia didn’t suspect a thing.
As a well-bred noble mage, she wouldn’t let Chen Xing’s help go unrewarded.
“You saved my life.
This is my token of gratitude.”
She handed over a gemstone.
It looked pretty, but Chen Xing wasn’t interested.
“No need for thanks.
You said you’re with the Imperial Guard? I’m new here and want to head to the capital.
Could you show me the way?”
“Of course.” Leticia nodded immediately.
She was more than happy to have Chen Xing and her group along.
After all, they’d just saved her, and she was too embarrassed to ask for help directly.
Her squad had suffered heavy casualties, and the survivors were all seriously injured.
If they ran into more cultists, they’d be doomed.
Having someone strong with them was a godsend.
“Heh, I’m such a genius.
Once I get in good with them, I’ll have no problem getting into the capital.
Then I can find a way to get back my… oops, I mean, the witch’s necklace.”
Chen Xing was still too cautious, worrying about things that didn’t even exist.
Maybe once she truly understood this world, her suppressed “desires” would finally be unleashed.
That night, with no shelter in the frozen wilderness, Chen Xing’s group had to set up a tent to sleep.
They weren’t actually afraid of the cold, but they had to keep up appearances.
The massive tent was over ten square meters, like a Mongolian yurt, and Freya set it up all by herself.
After laying out the bedding inside, she turned to leave.
“Hold up.
Who said you could go? You had a lot of fun today, didn’t you? Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”
