Chapter 88: Future Spider Queen [Subscribe]

Ravenna, having changed into clean clothes, looked through the castle balcony at the approaching Lyle King, and a faint cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth.

After a while, with a soft creak of the door, a figure appeared at the doorway.

It was the Lyle King himself.

"Your Majesty," Ravenna said timidly, nodding in greeting.

"Mm, Ravenna, are you getting used to living here?"

The Lyle King stepped forward, grabbed Ravenna into his arms, his face ambiguous.

Seeing the Lyle King's rude action, a flash of irritation passed through Ravenna's eyes.

"Your Majesty, you cannot do this; we have not yet held the wedding," Ravenna said shyly.

"Oh, it's fine; tomorrow I'll announce you as queen, so this day doesn't matter," the Lyle King said with a sly grin.

As soon as the words fell, he began to make advances.

Facing this situation, Ravenna tried to cleverly break free, but the Lyle King's strength was astonishingly great.

This startled Ravenna; even though she was a Witch, her caster profession did not grant her physical enhancement.

However, after breaking through the life tier, her body was strengthened with the promotion, and her flesh's durability had long surpassed that of ordinary people.

This made her instantly realize that something beyond her control had occurred.

When she saw the hand about to plunge into her dress, a flash of steel glinted in Ravenna's eyes, and a sharp whooshing sound rang out.

Black liquid transformed into metallic spears, erupting from beneath Ravenna's feet, and in an instant pierced the Lyle King.

Strangely, no blood flowed from the Lyle King's wound, and he said with a grin:

"Oh, my beauty, I just saved you, and you repay me like this—how heartless."

Seeing the bizarre scene, Ravenna's complexion changed dramatically, and she shouted, "Who are you really?"

"I, hehe, we were apart only half a year, and you already don't recognize me?"

At that moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

When she turned her head, the Lyle King in front of her had suddenly vanished.

"Spiritual Illusion Technique!" a flash of horror crossed Ravenna's eyes; only now did she realize she had somehow fallen under a mental witchcraft.

However, by the time she reacted and forced the mental illusion apart, it was already too late.

She found herself, at an unknown time, in a secret room, bound by a magical rune-etched anti-magic shackles on a metal platform.

"Fulade, so it's you," Ravenna said, surprised, looking at the person beside her.

"How about it, surprised or not?" Fulade examined the woman, speaking word by word.

Hearing that, Ravenna turned pale and exclaimed, "What do you want! Let me go!"

Seeing Ravenna locked on the Magic Laboratory testing table, struggling, Fulade sneered, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"In three days, I'll come see you again."

Fulade tossed the line, pressed a switch on the testing table, and strode out of the secret room.

When Fulade shut the secret room's door, cries of pain echoed from within.

Fulade gave a cold smile, "I won't do anything to you, but punishment is inevitable."

In fact, at first, the furious Fulade intended to slaughter Ravenna outright.

But after careful thought, Ravenna's strength was not weak; if she could be subjugated, she would be a great asset against the Holy Court.

This time, the ease of capturing Ravenna was due to exploiting her overconfidence, leading her into the mental illusion.

If confronted head‑on while she was alert, with Ravenna's peak Witch-level mental power, Fulade could not make her hallucinate without realizing it.

Three days later, Fulade entered the secret room and found Ravenna pale, limp, and unconscious.

He watched the droplets of water trickling from the Magic Laboratory alchemy table.

Fulade's expression turned odd as he turned off the switch linking the Magic Array.

The blue arcs that had hovered on several slender alchemical arms above Ravenna's body instantly extinguished.

Come to think of it, this idea came after Fulade visited Alide'anna's biological dissection Magic Laboratory.

With a snap of his fingers, a massive water sphere splashed onto Ravenna's face.

"Anything you want to say?" Fulade asked coldly.

Ravenna looked at Fulade with a complicated expression and said, "If you have the ability, kill me."

"That's not the answer I want," Fulade said expressionlessly.

Then he pressed another switch, increasing the output power.

"It seems I was too gentle before, letting you find pleasure in it. I'm sorry; the punishment is just beginning."

With those words, Fulade walked out again.

Only Ravenna remained in the secret room, crying out in pain while cursing Fulade as a devil.

In reality, Fulade swayed his wine glass, comfortably seated on a soft sofa, looking leisurely at Ravenna's spectacular performance trapped in the illusion. Ravenna, now in a double illusion, stood blankly, her expression shifting between terror and ecstasy, but mostly anger, resentment, and deep despair.

Whenever Ravenna tried to break free, a red flare flared in Fulade's eyes, keeping her locked in the illusion.

Fulade intended to crush Ravenna's pride and make her fully submit.

"Sniff, sniff—your will is still quite strong."

Watching Ravenna's stubborn will, Fulade lifted his wine and intensified the illusion, subjecting her to harsher torment.

At that moment, a voice full of feminine allure suddenly rang in his mind.

"Hehe, little brother, you really know how to play; sister likes it."

"Who is it!!"

Fulade shivered, his hair standing on end.

When he realized the voice came from his own mental sea, Fulade quickly looked.

Only then, the Mysterious Light Orb that had been wrapped in spider‑silk‑like threads began, like melting ice and snow, to slowly fade away.

The white spider silk that enveloped the orb, like flexible threads, densely wound its way toward the suddenly appearing mysterious woman.

In but a moment, a splendid long dress woven from spider silk, shimmering with specks of light, suddenly took shape.

As the woman lifted her slender legs, "Tick! Tick!" the clear sound of crystal high‑heels walking rang out.

She is an almost perfectly flawless woman—no, more precisely, calling her a "girl" would not be an exaggeration.

A pair of long, slender, straight legs, highlighted by the splendid platinum dress and crystal‑heeled shoes, appeared even whiter.

At a glance, she gives an extremely pure impression.

But when you look at the crystal shoes on her feet, through the transparent crystal you can see her delicate, fair toes painted with vivid red.

It also imparts a faint sense of bewitching allure.

Overall, she is a pure yet subtly seductive, holy yet sensually complex woman—or rather, a goddess!

A wisp of gloom flickered across his eyes.

Fulade watched the woman walking slowly toward him, fell silent for a moment, then spoke:

"You are… Andalir!?"

The woman whom Fulade called Andalir stepped before him, examined him closely for a moment, then giggled sweetly: "Little brother, don't be nervous; sister won't eat you."

A bright red little fish licked its rosy lips, and with a slight smile it revealed a pair of sharp little fangs.

That inevitably reminded Fulade of the spider's two sharp fangs.

"How did you get into my Sea of Perception?" Fulade forced down his shock, his gaze fixed on the stunning woman before him, daring not to show any hostility.

After the Underworld Fire Demon King incident, Fulade had long understood the insurmountable gap between himself and such strong beings.

Not to mention she is the Pain Demon King Andalir, one of the legendary Seven Demon Kings of the Dark World.

Who would have thought, the woman instead giggled: "Little brother, who told you I'm Andalir's?"

"Isn't that so?" a hint of doubt flashed in Fulade's eyes.

"Both yes and no," the stunning woman, stepping lightly, circled Fulade continuously.

"Ah~ this is the feeling of freedom."

At that moment, the woman sighed with a look of intoxication.

Then she turned, looked at the solemn, slightly guarded Fulade, stared with her two jet‑black eyes, and said sweetly:

"Hey, Fulade, is this the attitude you have toward your lifesaver?"

"Last time, it really was you who saved me," Fulade said, surprised.

He had previously harbored a vague suspicion, but never expected it to be true.

"Of course, if I hadn't intervened in time, your life would have been over long ago," the woman said with a proud‑tsundere tone, then waved her hand and declared to Fulade in a grand voice: "But you needn't thank me; consider it the room fee I paid. I'm a very reasonable person, you know."

Looking at the woman before him, who was both a mature lady and a girl, Fulade could clearly feel that she bore no malice at all.

He couldn't help but cough dryly, lowering his guard slightly: "Cough, thank you, thank you for saving me last time."

"Hmph, that's about right."

The woman cooed: "I'm not Andalir; Andalir was killed millennia ago by a ten‑winged Archangel named Lafeier."

"It is said he was also the ruler of the demonic hell, the arrogant Lucifer, a first‑generation angel born in the same batch."

"And I am merely a spider egg that split from Andalir just before her death, inheriting part of her power and legacy."

Having said that, the woman extended her fair finger, tapped her red lips, and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed joyfully: "Ah, there it is, you can call me Luosi! How about it, the name isn't bad, right?"

"Luosi~!" Fulade's eyes widened in surprise, his mind went hazy, feeling dizzy.

Luosi! Could this woman before him be the future Spider Queen Luosi?

(End of Chapter)