Francis ignored the wound on his right shoulder, a childish smile hanging on his face that made him look innocent.
“I am not entirely a mage,” Francis said, taking off his white robe.
When the robe hit the floor, Mo Baiwei looked at the muscular monster before her in disbelief.
‘Wait, isn’t this guy a mage? How are his muscles bigger than mine?’
She suspected his arms were almost as thick as her thighs.
“If it must be close combat…”
Francis walked slowly toward her.
The hideous wound on his shoulder seemed as insignificant as a scratch.
“I also happen to know a bit of martial arts.”
Francis stomped his left foot and charged toward Mo Baiwei.
He lunged like a lion, leaving her with almost no room to dodge.
As Mo Baiwei raised her sword to block, Francis didn’t hesitate.
He reached her and raised his fist.
Boom —
A gust of wind howled as Francis punched Mo Baiwei in the chest, followed immediately by another.
“Ugh…”
Mo Baiwei spat out blood.
Her chest felt like a burning furnace, accompanied by waves of intense pain.
Then, Francis punched her toward her heart, breaking her ribs.
‘Stop it, it hurts so much.’
In a daze, Mo Baiwei seemed to see a burly male elf hitting her body over and over again.
‘What’s going on? Is it a side effect of the pendant?’
If that was the case, then those previous emotional fluctuations were also…
Intense pain forced Mo Baiwei to stop thinking.
She strained her eyes and looked at Francis.
She was lying on the floor of a dungeon with her ribs shattered.
A burly man was pounding her body with his fists.
A pool of blood had gathered beside her, staining her gorgeous princess dress red.
She was only 6 or 7 years old at the time, but due to her status as a Mixed-blood Elf, Mo Baiwei already had the appearance of a young girl.
“Stop… hitting me… Please… I beg you.”
Lying on the ground, Mo Baiwei’s fingers trembled.
Tears flowed from her eyes, mixing with blood scabs and dust as they ran down her face.
In the shadows to the side, the Elven Queen watched the scene expressionlessly, with no intention of ordering the man to stop.
“Aunt… Aunt… Please… I beg you…”
Watching the Elven Queen, Mo Baiwei pleaded while enduring the beating.
She hoped her aunt would suddenly have a change of heart, let her go, and allow her to escape this hell.
Hearing the title, the Queen shouted at her neurotically like she had gone mad.
“Go away, you damned bastard! You killed my sister, do you think you deserve a good life?!”
“You should have died in the fire with your wild monkey father, do you know that?”
Hearing these words, Mo Baiwei stopped speaking.
Despair welled up in her heart.
‘But it really hurts…’
Feeling Francis’s fists hitting her one after another, Mo Baiwei’s second rib couldn’t take the pressure and snapped.
Her hand gradually loosened its grip on Glorious Throne, letting it fall to the ground.
“Fine, stop.”
The Elven Queen saw Mo Baiwei’s pupils beginning to glaze over and finally ordered the man to stop.
She stepped forward, knelt, checked Mo Baiwei’s breathing, and poured a small bottle of light green potion into her mouth.
“As long as she’s not dead,” the Elven Queen said, staring down at Mo Baiwei’s face.
Blood splattered across her peerless beauty, creating a haunting aesthetic.
“Tch, how hateful. Even at this age, she already looks so much like her,” the Elven Queen said with dissatisfaction before turning her gaze to the tail behind Mo Baiwei.
The tail was no longer wagging, soaking limply in the pool of blood, dyed a cherry-blossom pink.
Disgust flashed across the Elven Queen’s face.
She grabbed Mo Baiwei’s tail and dragged her toward another part of the dungeon.
Mo Baiwei, with most of her ribs broken, was dragged across the ground like a tattered rag.
Feeling the pain in her tail, Mo Baiwei’s consciousness focused slightly.
Francis had stopped punching and was now holding her tail.
“Oh, I’ve never seen a Mixed-blood Elf with a tail. I must study this properly.”
Francis seemed certain she had lost her fighting strength and began to toy with her tail without restraint.
Seeing this, Mo Baiwei clenched her fists and stared at the Elven Queen.
As if she didn’t feel the gaze, the Elven Queen continued dragging her to a room in the dungeon.
She opened the door and threw Mo Baiwei onto a stone table.
Already heavily injured and only hanging on by a thread due to the potion, Mo Baiwei felt like she had been struck again.
Her whole body trembled from the pain.
“It hurts…”
Mo Baiwei couldn’t help but cry out.
Then she saw the Elven Queen walking in with an evil smile, carrying something.
Before she could wonder what it was, the Elven Queen stood before her and lifted the object.
A bucket of cold water poured down, washing away the filth but also chilling Mo Baiwei to the bone.
“Now, lie still. Aunt is going to give you a reward.”
The Elven Queen pulled over a chair and sat beside Mo Baiwei, smiling at her.
Mo Baiwei, freezing and in pain, was dazed by the smile.
Due to her imprisonment, her mind was more innocent than other elves her age.
“Aunt… have you… forgiven me?”
Mo Baiwei asked nervously.
She was terrified of the Elven Queen.
But this was her only blood relative.
Only through the Elven Queen could Mo Baiwei feel a sliver of connection, making her feel less alone.
“Yes, Aunt has forgiven you. Little Weiwei, lie still. A doctor will be here soon to treat your injuries,” the Elven Queen stroked her face comfortingly.
“Okay…”
Mo Baiwei obediently stopped moving, afraid of making her aunt angry again.
Soon, the door opened.
“Your Majesty, I have arrived.”
An elf carrying a wooden box entered, wearing black robes and glasses.
“It’s fine, no rush,” the Queen replied, pointing at Mo Baiwei.
“My dear niece, you know her, right?”
“I am aware.”
“Then begin.”
The doctor didn’t dare delay.
He placed his box on a nearby chair and opened it.
Mo Baiwei, lying on the stone table, couldn’t see the doctor’s movements.
She could only hear the clinking of metal as if he were looking for something.
Then, she heard the doctor speak to her.
“Princess, please change your posture. Lie on your stomach.”
Mo Baiwei didn’t quite understand.
She looked at the Elven Queen, and seeing her aunt smiling, she obediently turned over.
The movement made the pain in her chest even more intense.
Cold sweat broke out from the agony.
Suddenly, she felt something soft propped under her chest.
She looked down and saw her favorite Rabbit Plushie.
“It hurts, doesn’t it, Weiwei? Aunt brought something for you to lean on,” the Elven Queen said, sitting back down.
Mo Baiwei felt a wave of warmth.
‘Aunt has me in her heart, she still cares about me!!!’
Thinking this, her tail began to wag unconsciously.
“Ready,” the Elven Queen signaled.
The doctor grabbed Mo Baiwei’s tail and pinned it to the table.
Feeling her tail seized, Mo Baiwei looked back in confusion and saw a cold, glinting scalpel.
Her pupils shrank.
“No!”
Terrified, Mo Baiwei pulled her tail out of Francis’s hand and rolled away.
“Oh? You were lost in thought, but you suddenly have a reaction now?”
Francis teased, watching her with interest.
Just a moment ago, Mo Baiwei had been lying there motionless with glazed eyes, as if she were remembering something.
He thought she had been beaten silly and was ready to take her back to the Holy See, but she had suddenly broken free.
It seemed there was much he didn’t know about this little elf.
Mo Baiwei forced herself to stop reminiscing, but the more she resisted, the closer the doctor’s knife got to her tail.
“Weiwei is being naughty. Aunt won’t be happy when we go back.”
The Elven Queen’s eyes flashed with disgust, though her smile remained.
Hearing this, Mo Baiwei hesitated and then stopped resisting, allowing the doctor to pinch the base of her tail and pin it to the table.
The scalpel was positioned.
The cold blade touched her skin.
Her tail tip trembled uncontrollably.
“Ah!”
A soul-piercing pain erupted as the blade cut into the base of her tail.
She screamed.
But she quickly suppressed it, biting down hard on the plushie.
She was afraid her aunt would be angry.
Large tears dripped onto the stone table.
Her slender fingers gripped the edge of the stone so hard they bled, but she didn’t notice.
Compared to the tail, her previous pains were nothing.
As the blade sliced through bit by bit, Mo Baiwei’s small body tensed.
She whimpered through the plushie, her forehead drenched in sweat.
‘It hurts, why does it hurt so much?’
Under the weight of the agony, everything went black, and she fainted.
After she went limp, the doctor quickly finished the job.
He bandaged the site and treated her other wounds.
“Very good.”
The Elven Queen looked at the sweaty Mo Baiwei and her severed tail.
She was satisfied.
“This thing is an eyesore. Find a place to dispose of it.”