Chapter 117: Little Sprite, It Was You All Along!

"Sss~"

With a gasp of cold air, a sound rang out.

A tender white little hand began to move slowly.

Cold, soft, very comfortable, and also very raw.

Faced with a service delivered to his door, Fulade naturally had no reason to push it away.

"Prince, my hand is so sore."

"Then try a different method," Fulade reminded.

Upon hearing the reminder, Angelique, who had previously seemed seductive and sexy, suddenly flushed with shame.

She looked hesitant, then let out a soft hum, lasting a good while, with no further response.

Just as Fulade grew impatient, a hint of moisture was felt.

Something's off, it doesn't feel right.

Wasn't it supposed to be eating a banana?

Fulade's eyes widened instantly, staring in disbelief at the figure that suddenly appeared in his view, frowning slightly, lightly biting his red lips, and tilting his small head upward.

Me! Weren't you supposed to take a sample? Why suddenly want to bring the ball to the basket? That's over the line!

With a muffled hum from Angelique, an unconventional yet very raw sampling process began.

Unexpectedly, Angelique, who seemed quite charming on the outside and was not young in age,

turned out to be a silver-headed wax gun, extremely conservative and stiff in sampling technique.

"Angelique, you really are surprising," Fulade said with a complex expression, sighing slowly.

At this point, seeing Angelique's behavior, Fulade already knew that she had little experience in this area.

No wonder Angelique didn't grasp the meaning of the words and instead just…

Seeing Angelique drenched in sweat, collapsing onto him, Fulade forcefully broke free of the restraints and began actively assisting Angelique to complete the remaining sampling process.

………

Watching Angelique holding a large tube of sample and her own blood, her face excited and satisfied as she left, who knows whether she was thrilled by obtaining Fulade's body or by stealing Level Three creature blood and genetic samples.

Although Fulade would like to falsely claim it was the former, the reality is known only to Angelique.

Looking at Angelique, whose smooth, sensual body was quickly draped in a white Magic Laboratory robe, she tossed Fulade aside and ran to examine the freshly obtained specimen.

Fulade merely shook his head; he was already well aware of these spellcasters' habits and was not surprised.

After all, spellcasters seek to enhance their strength, and the accumulation of truth and knowledge is paramount; energy cultivation is comparatively less important.

Without further disturbance, Angelique, fully immersed in her experiment, left effortlessly, and Fulade headed straight to another laboratory down the corridor.

One and a half years ago, Malina had become his queen; now she was in this laboratory, working on an experimental project about advancing to senior Magic Laboratory apprentice.

(PS: From now on, creatures below Level One are collectively called Apprentice level. After all, in the extraordinary realm, creatures above Level One are increasingly numerous, making terms like senior Magician inappropriate.) When Magicians pursue knowledge and delve into the mysteries of magical truth, they are very strict about the environment; even a tiny mistake can cause an accident.

Therefore, each Magic Laboratory is equipped with an isolating Magic Array to prevent disturbing the Magicians' pursuit of truth.

Four hundred ninety‑nine levels, spanning dozens of such alchemical Magic Laboratories, whose equipment and environment are absolutely top‑tier configurations of the Dark World.

Among these Magic Laboratories, the largest, Lab No. 1, belongs exclusively to Fulade.

Even after the isolating Magic Array alarm was triggered again, Malina still did not emerge.

Fulade realized that at this moment Malina might be at a critical point of a Magic Laboratory experiment, so he left her a message and headed toward Lab No. 1.

Because he had just advanced to Level Three, Fulade needed to close off for a period to consolidate his realm.

Lab No. 1 is where Fulade studies Magic and blood‑energy body refinement.

Inside Lab No. 1, a dazzling array of various experimental instruments, bottles and jars filled the view.

As one walked further inside, there were rooms labeled Sample Room, Alchemy Room, Potion Room, Utility Room, Magic Body‑Refinement Room, and so on.

Of course, Fulade usually does Magic experiments, but most of his time is spent on body refinement.

When the Body‑Refinement Room door shut tightly, a layer of isolating Magic Array flashed outside Lab No. 1, indicating that the lab was now in use.

Inside the Magic Body‑Refinement Room.

Within an energy vault exuding a faint fragrance and filled with red elixir, Fulade quietly began his seclusion to consolidate his realm.

These red elixirs are brewed from various Magic Materials combined with the blood of powerful creatures.

Fulade calls this blood‑energy body refinement.

Because the mixture of various creature bloods and a large amount of Magic Material makes the elixir's energy overly intense and highly stimulating to the body, it achieves the refinement effect.

At the same time, the special energy factors in the elixir continuously enhance the body's regeneration.

Thus blood‑energy body refinement reaches a perfect cycle.

Unfortunately, as Fulade advanced to Level Three, this grade of elixir could no longer meet his body‑refinement needs.

But it can still be used to solidify his existing realm.

During Fulade's seclusion, a girl suddenly showed up.

At this moment, Queen Malina had just completed a project on advancing to senior Magic Laboratory apprentice and successfully advanced to that rank.

Upon hearing the message from Wallachia, she hurried over.

From a message sent by her father, the Finance Minister, Malina learned that the visitor was a stunningly beautiful woman who claimed to know Prince Fulade.

She was also a Level Two strong individual, which made Queen Malina take great interest.

Level Two strong beings are among the rare elite in the Dark World.

Even though the Dark Faction now thrives, and having just recently advanced to Level Two, Queen Ravenna of the Allen Dale Kingdom is merely one of three.

No, it should be four.

Because Ailisi's mother Boni Lizz also successfully advanced to Level Two Bloodline Sorcerers during Fulade's seclusion.

She is a girl with long black curls, flowing over sensual shoulders, eyes sparkling like starlight, appearing to be about twenty years old.

Her figure was graceful, with a slender waist and curvy hips, exceedingly beautiful.

Below her eyes were two golden teardrop moles, adding a touch of exotic charm.

As her hips swayed gently, she slowly approached Malina; the swing, combined with her voluptuous, rounded buttocks, gave off a bewitchingly sensual beauty.

Especially when she spoke, her voice seemed to enchant the heart, inevitably drawing listeners into obsession.

Yet this seemingly confident and sexy stunningly beautiful girl appeared instinctively uneasy when facing Malina.

This left Malina quite puzzled.

"Hello, I'm Sainren, Malina," she said, and the girl didn't know how to address her.

"Just call me sister, okay? I heard you're looking for Fulade."

Malina gave the girl a once‑over, not discerning Sainren's true age, and when she saw the girl didn't know how to address her, she said this.

Indeed, this girl was the demoness Jibaro who, after successfully advancing, completed her transformation.

When Sainren arrived in the Wallachia region, she heard that Fulade had already taken a queen.

At first, Sainren was extremely sad. But years of longing made her choose to accept Fulade's marriage, hoping that person still kept her in his heart.

Thus, the relatively inexperienced Sainren came to Wallachia, eager to finally see the lover she had been pining for.

She originally intended to sneak a meeting with Fulade to give him a surprise.

But after several searches, she discovered that Fulade was not in Dracula Castle.

Only then did this scene unfold before her.

Facing Fulade's official wife Malina, although Sainren was already a two‑tier strongman, she felt instinctively a bit nervous for some reason.

The unworldly Sainren naturally didn't realize this was a subconscious display of insecurity, even though her strength far surpassed Malina's.

"Um, I... I have business with him," Sainren said, and from Malina's question it was clear she was overly nervous.

Seeing the girl's nervous, slightly stammering demeanor, Malina couldn't help showing a hint of suspicion.

A not‑so‑pleasant premonition arose in her mind.

Sure enough, after a deeper exchange, Malina was certain that the sexy, stunningly beautiful girl before her was Fulade's lover outside.

Damn!

Though she felt quite displeased inside, Malina's outward behavior was flawless.

This caused the previously very anxious Sainren to gradually lower her guard.

Under Malina's deliberate guidance, she laid out the entire story of how she met Fulade, and with a delighted expression she called out "sister, sister" warmly.

Having never faced the world's hardships, Sainren simply thought Malina was easy to get along with, unaware that this was all Malina's deliberate doing.

Of course, this was also Malina's attempt, in Sainren's mind, to seize the chance to establish the prestige of a great matriarch.

So far, the result is quite good, and for this simple‑hearted younger sister, Malina finds her very likable.

Most importantly, there is no threat at all.

"Sainren sister, you may not know yet, Fulade is currently secluding on the floating island, and it's unclear when he'll emerge.

Come with me. Recently, I've concocted a magical drink; I'll take you to try it, maybe you'll like it."

Having said that, she took Sainren's small hand and, with a happy expression, led her toward the floating island.

Half a month later, when Fulade emerged from his seclusion, Queen Malina had already been waiting here for a long time.

But before Fulade could greet anyone, a foot wearing tiny leather boots kicked his calf.

A bewildered Fulade at that moment still didn't know what was happening.

"Fulade~"

While he was puzzled, a slightly nervous yet unmistakably joyful voice suddenly came from behind.

He turned his head.

He saw a stunningly beautiful girl, her small hand anxiously tucked behind her back.

Her red lips were lightly pursed.

A pair of large, luscious eyes shimmered with watery light, gazing unblinkingly at Fulade, very nervous.

She seemed to be expecting something, yet also appeared a bit scared.

When she saw Fulade's puzzled gaze, as if he didn't recognize her, it only made Sainren feel extremely dejected, sad, and deeply aggrieved.

Her appearance had changed, but her voice hadn't.

"So, he's a heartless man after all~!"

In a daze, her star‑like eyes glimmered with a tear about to spill, when a gentle call made Sainren both weep and laugh happily.

"Oh, little fairy, so it's you~"

"Little fairy," hearing this familiar address, Sainren, who thought her feelings had been betrayed, felt an immense joy surge instantly.

The defense shatters—often in an instant.

Seeing Sainren both shedding tears and grinning, laughing joyfully.

A string in Fulade's heart suddenly trembled violently for a moment.

Beside them, Malina, who saw the scene, also let go of the last bit of resentment toward Sainren, silently giving the private space to the two.

To be honest, over the past three years Fulade had already put Sainren out of his mind, though he once felt a slight spark for her.

But more than that, he coveted the luck‑bearing blood within her.

Otherwise, in three years Fulade never once went to see Sainren.

Only the naive Sainren would be so unfaithful in her heart toward Fulade, trying to find a way out.

In fact, that was indeed the case.

Countless days and nights, the demoness Sainren would sit on the boulder where the two once stayed, hoping Fulade would suddenly appear and give her a surprise.

Or she would chant the song Fulade once sang to her, expressing her longing for him.

It's only each time that Sainren embraces full expectation and waits.

Then, each time, she returns holding disappointment.

Day and night, for three years, it has been like this.

This is the simple‑hearted female demon, Sainren! Although Fulade does not understand these things, it does not prevent him from feeling that at this moment Sainren's intense emotions suddenly release and erupt.

It is so fierce, so pure.

It makes Fulade's compassionate heartstring tremble rapidly at this moment.

With a hint of guilt, Fulade walks up to the beautiful female demon and utters the most insincere, yet at this moment the "most sincere," lie of his life.

"Little fairy, I miss you so much!"

He lifts Sainren's delicate little face, gazing at her familiar large eyes.

Although her appearance has changed greatly, those eyes sparkling with expectation are what allow Fulade to recognize her.

Indeed, it's not the voice, but these eyes that seem to speak.

Without extra words, her face marked with tears, Sainren, who has turned crying into laughter, remains as enthusiastic as before.

Her hands wrap around Fulade's neck, her head slightly lifted.

A pair of slender, straight legs rise on tiptoe, graceful and elongated.

Accompanied by a passionate kiss full of longing.

Tears still keep flowing uncontrollably.

But the eyes, sparkling like starlight, because of this moment, passionately embrace the long‑yearned person, inhaling that person's familiar yet strange scent, and happily squint slightly.

Seeing Sainren's deep affection, Fulade lifts his hand, embraces her rounded hips, signaling that her slender, graceful legs hook around his waist, and they head toward the bedroom.

Sainren, seeming to know what is about to happen, squeezes her legs around his waist a bit more forcefully.

The icy tongue in her mouth further engages in a more intense exchange with Fulade.

As the bedroom door clicks softly.

A shudder sounds from the bed. (End of chapter)