Bang——
The door to the room was violently kicked open, and Frosi entered Emilia’s room with a dark expression.
Emilia, sitting at the table with a smile, wasn’t surprised at all by Frosi’s arrival. Instead, she spoke with some regret:
“Next time you come, can’t you be a little more gentle?”
“Little Frosi, do you know how many doors you’ve broken by kicking them in?”
“Oh well, oh well, I’m generous, after all. Have a seat.”
Emilia pointed at a chair by the table, signaling for Frosi to sit down.
But Frosi showed no appreciation, looking at Emilia with cold, indifferent eyes.
“That little one is mine.”
As Frosi spoke, a blood mist spread from her hands, and in an instant, the entire room was shrouded in her blood mist.
In the next moment, the blood mist in the room began to churn, and a blood-red longsword appeared in Frosi’s hand.
She gripped the longsword, the tip aimed straight at Emilia.
But Emilia remained all smiles, not the least bit frightened by Frosi’s menacing demeanor, not even reacting at all.
“Looks like that little one has already sold me out.”
“She’s really done me in, betrayed by someone like this. Should I cry about it?”
Emilia put on an exaggerated expression, but not a trace of sadness could be seen on her face.
Seeing Frosi remain unmoved, Emilia withdrew her exaggerated act.
She absentmindedly played with the porcelain teacup on the table with her slender fingers, and spoke as if casually:
“Tell me, Frosi, that little one is just a blood slave. Is it really worth making such a scene and drawing your sword at me over her?”
“Though I do think about killing you every day, being pointed at like this is still a bit hurtful, you know.”
Emilia put down the teacup, slowly stood up, and walked over to Frosi, looking her in the eye, staring into Frosi’s crimson, slightly violent gaze.
“Aren’t you even a little curious whether that little one will agree to the deal I offered her?”
“Even if she’s obedient and told you everything, that doesn’t mean she won’t accept my deal, right?”
The corners of Emilia’s lips curled up slightly. “Why don’t we make a bet? Let’s bet on whether that little one will agree to my deal three days from now.”
“And whether she’ll tell me your weakness.”
Frosi’s eyes narrowed slightly, and the longsword in her hand slowly faded away. The blood mist that had enveloped the entire room also dissipated, returning to Frosi’s body.
“What’s the wager?” Frosi asked.
“Aiya, that’s more like it. I am your big sister, after all. Why do you always want to chop me up every time you see me?”
“I’d really like a little sister who could be sweet and call me ‘big sis’ once in a while.” Emilia tried to pinch Frosi’s face, but Frosi slapped her hand away.
“If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll chop you up right now.”
Frosi stared at Emilia coldly.
“Sigh, why are you always so fierce? You’ll get wrinkles that way.”
Emilia saw the blood-red longsword about to form in Frosi’s hand again. She wanted to tease her a bit more, but felt that if she said another word, Frosi might really split her head open.
But then, Emilia thought of a very interesting wager. She slowly spoke:
“The wager is, if that little one agrees to my deal and tells me your weakness…”
“You’ll have to call me ‘big sister.’ How about it? Not too much to ask, right?”
“And you have to say it in a cutesy voice.”
Emilia smiled at Frosi, who frowned at Emilia’s wager, but didn’t refuse. Instead, she replied,
“My wager is, if you lose, I’ll chop you up right then and there.”
Emilia kept her smiling expression, not at all bothered by this.
She was long used to Frosi’s attitude of threatening to chop her up at the slightest disagreement.
She cheerfully reached out her hand and said,
“Deal.”
Frosi glanced at Emilia and also extended her hand, “I look forward to the day I cut you down.”
“And I look forward to the day you call me ‘big sister.’”
Frosi didn’t respond to Emilia. She turned into a streak of red light and left Emilia’s residence.
“Sigh, I have to fix the door again. What a pain.”
Emilia seemed to be complaining, or perhaps just venting.
But then, she slowly moved her gaze away from the door and looked in the direction Frosi had disappeared, the corners of her lips curling up.
“My dear little sister, I’m looking forward to seeing you get stabbed in the back by that little one, too.”
“The little one you’re raising isn’t obedient at all.”
*****
Frosi entered Aiwei’s room once more. Her arrival didn’t disturb the sleeping Aiwei.
Frosi looked at Aiwei, at this little pet she currently liked the most.
Though she was different from the fierce tiger she had originally wanted, the one that would fight back with all its might.
This was just a silly cat.
But Frosi was still quite fond of this little kitten. For her sake, she had even gone out of her way to learn how to raise a human pet.
Frosi thought of that manual for raising human pets.
She had put in quite a bit of effort for that book, even getting teased by the elders because of it.
She hoped this little one wouldn’t disappoint her too much.
If this little one ever betrayed her…
She wouldn’t mind destroying Aiwei completely with her own hands, turning her from a pet into a complete and utter toy.
“Little Aiwei, I hope you make the right choice. Don’t make me go that far.”
“At the very least, for now, I do quite like you.”
A magic array of light formed in Frosi’s hand, profound runes gathering upon it. Frosi then walked slowly over to Aiwei and merged the magic array into Aiwei’s slave mark.
The merging of the magic array caused no reaction from Aiwei. Instead, it turned into a small totem, faintly concealed on the surface of Aiwei’s slave mark, sometimes visible, sometimes not.
Such a subtle magical fluctuation could only be noticed by someone with extremely deep understanding of mana.
And with Aiwei’s current mana sealed by Frosi—
She wouldn’t even know she’d gained a magic array in her sleep.
Frosi looked at the magic array in her hand, identical to the one she’d just placed on Aiwei.
Within the array was darkness, and Aiwei’s arm could be vaguely seen.
At that moment, Aiwei seemed to be dreaming, letting out a soft “mmph” sound.
At the same time, the array in Frosi’s hand also transmitted Aiwei’s soft “mmph.”
This was the magic Frosi used to monitor Aiwei.
A magic array combining both vision and sound. If Aiwei saw this array while awake, she would be utterly astonished.
Because the function of this array was exactly the same as the surveillance she’d seen in her previous life!
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