[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat":3,"chapter-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-79":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Reincarnated as a Princess's Pet: With Trash Stats, but SSS-Rank Skill",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},896842,1177,"Chapter 79: Poisons and Vengeance, The Seventh Wife","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>The hallway was completely silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group moved forward without a word. Only the faint echo of their footsteps broke the stillness. But it wasn’t a normal silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene from that room still lingered. Clinging to them, as if the air itself carried it along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abby walked straight ahead. Rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie stayed close to her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neros clenched his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian kept his gaze lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Max...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max was thinking. Hands in his pockets. Expression hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moon was the only one unaffected. Walking behind them, her tail swaying softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staircase appeared before them. Stone. Descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...go slow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They started going down, all in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>tap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moon’s tail hit something. A vase. Small. Decorative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vase wobbled. Tilted. And fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cloc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hit one step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cloc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cloc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared to breathe as the sound echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vase kept falling. Step after step. As if refusing to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until it reached the bottom. And stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shattered against a guard’s leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man looked down at the broken pieces. Then slowly raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes locked onto them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...not the right time to be wandering these halls.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was cold. He turned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...intruders in the south tower!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—footsteps. Many of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From below. From above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group reacted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...fall back!\" Dorian said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They turned—but it was too late. More guards blocked the path they came from. Steel. Spears. Swords. Surrounding them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max clicked his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...great.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran a hand over his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I already used the shield’s effect today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered his hand, eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...so don’t count on me to cover you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One guard didn’t wait. He lunged. Spear thrust forward—straight at Varis’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of the spear hit something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violet smoke. Dense. It had appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact deflected, as if it struck an invisible wall. The guard stepped back, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke began to spread. Fast. In seconds, the entire staircase was covered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing could be seen. Only shadows. And sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal clashing. Shouts. Cuts. Something falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A feminine laugh. Familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoke slowly faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards were on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some unconscious. Others writhing. Covered in cuts. Bound. Immobilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And over them—small red figures. The imps that followed Lamia. They jumped from one to another, laughing. Tugging at armor. Mocking the defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top of the stairs, leaning elegantly against the wall, was her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...good evening, boys.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...didn’t expect to find you here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian didn’t hesitate. He walked up the steps and stopped in front of her. He took her hand and kissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...the pleasure is mine, my lady.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...it’s good to see you again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia winked and blew him a kiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...yeah, alright. Very nice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...but enough flirting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...what are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia looked back at him. Her expression shifted slightly. More serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I found out where Dante’s wives are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’m going to rescue my daughter, as you can imagine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian answered immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...we just came from there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence returned. But different this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max didn’t respond. His eyes were elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the imps. More specifically—on the bags they carried. Bottles. Liquids of different colors. Something in his gaze changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it all clicked. Something had felt off before. Now it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked back at Lamia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...what does your daughter look like?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Max...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...answer me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia smiled—but not normally. It was... ambiguous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I’m sure she’s changed a lot since the last time I saw her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian exhaled, annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...this isn’t the time to ask a mother that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low. Tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...not when she was taken from her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max ignored him, still staring at the succubus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...tell me something, Lamia.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped. Sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...is your daughter really in that room?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...or why the hell are your subordinates carrying so many different kinds of poison?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian turned his head, looked at the bags—and froze. His eyes scanned the bottles one by one. Recognizing each liquid. Understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...that’s...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...paralytic... that one’s corrosive... that—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...that’s not for rescuing anyone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abby stepped forward. Eyes fixed on Lamia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I think I know who your daughter is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorian turned to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Abby, don’t—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lamia raised a hand. Her smile was still there—but something changed. Her eyes. They gleamed. A tear slowly slid down her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...no need to say it, little princess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft. Too soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I didn’t come here to explain anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile cracked slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I came for revenge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia tilted her head, looking at Abby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...besides...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone turned colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...whatever happens to those women doesn’t affect you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...from what I see, you already got your little friend back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abby’s eyes trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Max clenched his jaw. There it was. The final piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So that’s what the system meant with \"Don’t let the Phantom have his way.\" I can’t let her harm those women.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and what do you gain by killing them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...they’re innocent.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each word hit like a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...they have nothing to do with this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia didn’t answer immediately. Her smile vanished completely. Her eyes darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...my daughter was innocent too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and that bastard let her die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophie stepped forward, shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...then...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at Abby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...her daughter is the seventh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abby closed her eyes for a second. Then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...yes. She was the seventh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened them, locking onto Lamia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...your daughter is the wife Dante let die... and the position my father wants me to take.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lamia let out a small laugh and raised her hand, still smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...children.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The imps stopped laughing. They turned in unison. Their eyes gleamed—malicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...attack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1002,"2026-06-03T06:02:49.172Z",1,"novelbin.me","27aa0a23cfebc2faa7baa30d8472406eac041ed97e9f9f257c0b3413f6b5ab40","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-80","reincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-chapter-78",189,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freincarnated-as-a-princess-s-pet-with-trash-stat-cover.jpg"]