However, ever since Batana gave her that bottle of "conquest potion," she no longer "tutored" her. Zilvra found this change strange but had no complaints. In her view, the current situation better suited her desires. As long as she sat here, posed in ditation before the statue, she didn’t have to bother with the family’s annoying matters.
"When can I leave this cold cage?" Zilvra’s thoughts had long flown beyond the First Family, beyond the Dark Elf City, beyond the Underdark. What she thought of now were the scenes she saw when executing the massacre missions on the surface.
When the sun rose, all the Dark Elves covered their eyes, howling in pain, but Zilvra did not act the sa. Although her eyes were also stung, and her skin felt as if it were burning, at that mont, her heart was infinitely relaxed. She truly wanted to rush into that white, bright world imdiately, even if it ant being roasted into ashes by the fireball hanging in the sky.
However, the bloodline of the Dark Elf and her life in Ratris City forcibly pulled her back. She had witnessed first-hand the cruel thods Dark Elves used against defectors. Additionally, the Drow’s long lifespans ant they could spend hundreds of years seeking clues, waiting for opportunities, and then act. The Spider Goddess also loved such well-planned acts of revenge; the death of defectors would greatly please her. All the Dark Elf Families wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity.
Zilvra thought of Lynch, and a smile appeared on her lips. Perhaps it was an innate intuition, but the mont Zilvra saw the mage, her heart said, "This guy might fulfill your wish." Zilvra approached Lynch, watching him, testing him. When she noticed Lynch could remain vigilant for three days and nights, always wary of her, the female Drow felt completely reassured. Only such a person might be able to take her away from the Dark Elf Family, her chance had appeared once more. She felt confident that Lynch could protect her, allowing her to leave here safely and start a new life in that other world.
She rembered the last ti, she had pinned her hopes on Martial Monk Regula. But that formidable Martial Arts Master was too serious, as if nothing could move him. Zilvra felt increasingly less control over the monk. Eventually, sothing unknown happened, and the monk beca part of Zarra’s faction, completely dashing Zilvra’s hope of leaving.
From the current situation, everything seed smooth. Matron Batana was busy assessing the loyalty of the newly joined priestesses, unable to attend to other matters. The Second Family’s vast number of lower-ranking priestesses far exceeded their initial assumption. These individuals were not at the core of nobility, but their power could not be underestimated. Matron Batana was happy about the gains from this battle but worried about the massive workload. Right now, there wasn’t a single high-ranking priestess in the family who could truly assist her. So, Zilvra was now in an unmanaged state, gaining a few days of "freedom" in this residence.
There was a knock at the door, and a voice Zilvra did not recognize said, "Miss Zilvra, the Matron summons you. Please proceed imdiately to the Audience Room."
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