Chapter 64: Shameful Training (2/2)

Yisela lay sprawled on the carpet like a salted fish drained of strength, completely ungraceful, not wanting to move even a finger.

“I’m not fighting anymore!”

“Never again!”

“Forget it all.”

She groaned weakly, her voice filled with deep despair.

“Princess just wants to go back to sleep now and forget everything that happened today. Training, getting stronger—to hell with it all!”

The fallen angel expressionlessly put away the Slime that was still acting cute, then raised her hand, and a crystal emitting a faint blue light appeared in her palm.

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

The fallen angel said as she handed the crystal to Yisela.

“But before that, I have stored the battle record from just now.”

“It contains a detailed account of your heroic posture just now.”

“Heroic posture?”

Upon hearing that, Yisela’s limp body shot up like a corpse rising from the dead, and she snatched the crystal.

“That’s embarrassing!”

“Delete it!”

“Delete it right now!”

She fumbled with the crystal, trying to find the delete button, like a headless fly.

“If Saint Sister or that so-called Master sees Princess being toyed with by a Slime, how can I still hold my head up in the Dragon Clan?!”

The fallen angel reached out and gently pressed Yisela’s hand to stop her.

“Sorry, Your Highness.”

“This is top-privilege combat data. It can only be deleted after the Master has reviewed it.”

“You do not have the permission.”

“You—!!”

Yisela was so angry she wanted to smash the crystal on the floor, but she dared not because it might be important.

She was completely at a loss with this stubborn angel.

“Forget it!”

“Princess won’t argue with you!”

Yisela shoved the crystal back into the fallen angel’s hand, turned around huffily, and said dejectedly like a defeated rooster.

“Fine…”

“Princess just wants to sleep now.”

“Immediately!”

“Right now!”

“Very well. I will lead the way.”

The fallen angel did not waste a single word and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.

The two walked one after the other.

As they passed a spacious hall, Yisela suddenly felt the atmosphere become a little oppressive.

In the shadows on both sides of the corridor lurked several high-rank monsters.

There was a three-headed hellhound, with the middle head drooling and the other two biting each other’s ears. There was also a flame demon covered in black flames, huddled in a corner, its flames wilted like a rain-soaked torch.

These monsters, which would normally terrify ordinary humans in the outside world, now behaved as if they had encountered something extremely fearsome.

When the fallen angel passed by, they all lowered their proud heads, prostrated themselves on the ground, and trembled in submission.

Yisela stopped, blinked curiously, and leaned over to the fallen angel to whisper:

“Huh?”

“Hey, why are they so afraid of you? Do you usually bully them?”

“Do you use them as punching bags?”

The fallen angel kept her eyes straight ahead, her voice still flat.

“Because here, I hold the second authority, second only to Master.”

She tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes sweeping over the monsters, her tone carrying a hint of natural arrogance.

“And if I wished, exterminating them would be very easy.”

“Like squashing an ant.”

“Hmph, all talk.”

Yisela curled her lips in disdain, crossed her arms, and wore an expression of disbelief.

“What level are you?”

“My Saint Sister is the strongest!”

“She’s a diamond rank mid-level expert!”

“And you, some low-rank angel, dare to brag in front of me?”

“Aren’t you afraid of biting your tongue?”

The fallen angel stopped, turned around, and looked seriously at Yisela.

“I am Diamond Peak.”

“Huh?”

Yisela was stunned, her mouth forming an O.

“If we were to fight seriously…”

The fallen angel held up three fingers, her tone as calm as if she were commenting on the weather.

“The Saint can only last three rounds.”

“No more.”

“Three rounds?!”

Yisela was utterly shocked.

She widened her ruby-like eyes and looked up and down at this seemingly ordinary angel.

‘Diamond Peak?’

‘That’s a legendary level!’

‘Even stronger than Saint Sister?’

‘How is that possible?’

“You…”

“You’re not lying to me?”

Yisela swallowed hard, suddenly feeling that this bodyguard beside her had become somewhat terrifying.

She also instinctively shrank back.

“I have never lied.”

Yisela’s heart jumped into her throat.

She immediately stood in front of the fallen angel, spread her arms, and said nervously like a mother hen protecting her chicks:

“Then… then you must not hurt Saint Sister!”

“She’s a good person!”

“She’s my…”

“My friend!”

“If you dare to touch her, I’ll…”

“I’ll fight you to the death!”

The fallen angel looked at this little silver dragon who was obviously frail but still trying to protect others, and a glint of emotion appeared in her eyes, as if she had seen something interesting.

“If there is no conflict with her, I will not take the initiative to attack.”

“Scared me to death!”

Hearing this, Yisela let out a long sigh of relief and patted her chest.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…”

She followed behind the fallen angel with lingering fear, muttering inwardly.

‘I didn’t expect this poker face to be so strong. Better not provoke her from now on, or I’ll end up like that Slime…’

‘But she doesn’t seem like a bad person either…’

Just then, a huge carved wooden door appeared before them.

The fallen angel pushed it open, and a faint lavender fragrance wafted out.

What came into view was an incredibly luxurious big bed!

The bed was about four or five meters wide, covered with the finest velvet sheets, piled with soft silk pillows and down comforters. The headboard was studded with dazzling gems, sparkling charmingly in the dim light.

Yisela’s eyes instantly turned into starry eyes. The fatigue, anger, and shame from earlier vanished in an instant at the sight of this bed.

“Wow!”

“This is too comfortable!”

She dashed over like a cannonball, doing a flying leap, and buried herself deep into the pile of soft pillows and quilts.

“So soft!”

“So fragrant!”

Yisela rolled around on the bed, found the most comfortable position, lay face down, and buried her face in the quilt, her voice muffled:

“Whatever!”

“I don’t care even if the sky falls!”

“Princess is going to sleep first!”

“Don’t bother me!”

The fallen angel stood at the door, looked at the small lump on the bed, and silently closed the door.

“Good night, Your Highness.”

In the darkness, Yisela thought drowsily:

‘Tomorrow… tomorrow I must stew that Slime and eat it!’

‘Yes, stew it!’

Then, she fell sound asleep.