“Miss Su Ling, what you just saw… that is what I wanted to tell you.”
After walking out of the Divine Temple, Tii parted ways with the deity. As if stepping out of a fixed painting, the red-haired girl’s expression returned to the same calm look she had when speaking with Su Ling before.
It seemed that as long as she did not interact with anything inside the memories, Tii’s consciousness could separate itself and continue speaking with people outside that recalled scene.
“If Sista Anderson intends to compete for the throne, Moria will definitely make a move against her… and there is a very high chance you will be dragged into it as well.” Tii looked deeply worried.
“Miss Su Ling, the Kingdom is extremely dangerous right now. I really wanted to take you out of Anmors… but Black Feather has been monitoring my movements the whole time.”
Tii was always like this. No matter what situation she was in, the only thing she constantly worried about was Su Ling’s safety.
Su Ling gently held Tii’s hand, shook her head, and forced out a faint smile.
“It’s all right. I will take good care of myself.”
Her voice carried quiet determination. She did not want Tii to worry about her. She knew Tii had already sacrificed far too much. She could not let her carry any more burdens.
‘I still…’
Tii wanted to say something more, but the words stopped at her lips. Looking into Su Ling’s clear blue eyes, a strange softness surged through her chest.
“Miss Su Ling… I really want to go to your side.”
At that moment, a sudden sense of distortion struck Su Ling. The surroundings began to blur, as if everything were covered in a thin layer of fog.
Tii’s figure gradually became faint. Su Ling tried to grab her hand, but her body felt bound by an invisible force. She could not move at all.
She could only watch helplessly as Tii’s form slowly faded, turning into a wisp of smoke before disappearing into nothingness.
“Wait… Tii—”
She suddenly opened her eyes. The dream ended abruptly. Su Ling jerked upright in bed, gasping for breath. Looking around at the familiar room, she finally realized she had only been dreaming.
But the dream had felt incredibly real. Tii’s face… her voice… they still seemed to linger before her eyes and in her ears.
Su Ling understood that it had not been an ordinary dream. It was a consciousness space created by Alice. Although she was currently imprisoned in Sista Anderson’s underground chamber, the Heart Core allowed her to remain connected with Tii.
At the very least, seeing that Tii was safe eased the tension in her heart.
She had just let out a long breath when she casually turned her head—then froze.
Someone was standing beside the bed, arms crossed, staring at her coldly. Those blood-red eyes seemed as if they wanted to devour her alive.
The moment their eyes met, the air seemed to freeze.
“Um… Your Highness Sista Anderson…”
“No need to explain. I heard you call her name,” Sista Anderson said coldly. She lowered her slender arms and pressed the door shut with the tip of her foot. “Even after falling to this state… you still cannot forget that former companion?”
Su Ling had no excuse. When she had awakened in shock, her mind had been blank. She had spoken without thinking—and Sista Anderson had heard everything.
“Seems my punishment was not enough. You have not reflected at all.” Sista Anderson’s voice sharpened. “Stupid Maid. Remember clearly who your Master is.”
“I’m… sorry…”
Su Ling’s bound body trembled slightly as she murmured the apology. Then she heard the iron cage door open. The Leather Collar at her neck was tugged.
Another punishment.
She had no choice. She dropped to all fours, lowered her head obediently, and crawled forward along the pull—like a small pet raised by its owner.
Tii’s smile still lingered in her mind… their hand-holding, their embrace, the warmth of their whispered feelings had not yet faded.
In that distant Kingdom, the red-haired girl probably still believed Su Ling remained pure and untouched. Su Ling did not dare imagine what expression Tii would have if she saw her now… reduced to such humiliation.
Why did this woman not care about royal power at all… yet treat her, a mere girl, with such twisted obsession? Su Ling could not understand it.
Her pale knees touched the ground as she crawled forward slowly. Then her chin was hooked upward by a pointed foot.
She had no choice but to lift her head—and saw Sista Anderson’s long legs wrapped in sheer black stockings, their shape faintly visible beneath the fabric.
The Leather Collar was tugged again.
“Today’s punishment… continues until I am satisfied.”
As she spoke, that elegant foot pressed against Su Ling’s lips. The smooth fabric slid along her mouth, tracing upward from the toes to the thigh.
Sista Anderson seemed especially fond of datura perfume. Even the stockings carried its faint scent.
“I…”
The moment she opened her mouth, something cool and silky entered.
Su Ling’s expression became strange, but she still obediently parted her lips, carefully serving what lay before her.
So humiliating. She felt like she was being treated like a dog.
She could clearly feel the texture of the stockings… and the warmth of the skin beneath. Sista Anderson watched with satisfaction, lightly nudging Su Ling’s face with her foot.
“Yes… just like that…” Sista Anderson’s cheeks flushed faintly red, her breathing softening as she sank into the comfort of the contact.
Her toes moved beneath the thin fabric, spreading and curling, guiding Su Ling’s movements to every corner. The stockings clung tighter after becoming damp, faintly revealing pale skin underneath.
“That’s right… just like this.”
Her voice grew softer. She closed her eyes, long dark lashes trembling gently in the air.
Even if the one you love is that person… so what? In the end, you still kneel at my feet like this.
Since their former relationship could never be restored… then let it remain twisted like this. If you cannot feel my love… then suffer with me instead.
After being made to submit again and again, Sista Anderson finally withdrew her feet, satisfied. She looked at the silver-haired girl’s dazed face, still trembling and shining with helpless tears.
“Your performance today was not bad. I will make an exception and give you a reward.”
She stood up, lifted the leash—and pulled the Maid up from the ground along with it.