Mage Legend
Chapter 102 - 31 episodes Sister_2

Chapter 102: 31 episodes Sister_2

"Hmph, you’re already in the palm of my hand!" Zilvra snorted softly.

"What are you thinking about, you half-blooded bastard?" A cold voice echoed in front of Zilvra. It was Zarra, the second daughter of the Berni family, and Zilvra’s sister. She was a harsh Drow Priest, fond of using her seductive body and skilled charm spells to manipulate the thoughts of others. Especially those strong young Drow Warriors, who were always her most interesting prey. Ever since she graduated from the temple’s courses and became the family’s third priest, countless Drow Warriors have become her toys.

Even if they’re toys, they still have a shelf life, but the "toys" that pass through Zarra’s hands seem to have no quality assurance, always particularly easy to break. Their cold, dry corpses often found in sewers and garbage ditches. Drow killed by such means always appeared prematurely aged, as if they’d lost a lifetime overnight. However, Zarra seemed even more youthful and beautiful, with a charming sensuality.

Privately, many people called her the "Essence Sucking Drow". As for Zilvra’s nickname, "Mixed Blood Madman"...

"You’ve been out for almost three months, what have you gained? Have you set your sights on another handsome young man?" Zarra said, stretching out her luscious tongue to lick her soft, red lips, as if recalling some ecstatic taste.

"Hmph, so it’s you, you slut!" Zilvra stood before her sister, always slightly shorter and slimmer. But this slender frame was the source of Zilvra’s speed and combat skills. Unlike her Priest sister, who always had a bunch of warriors in front to protect her, casting spells with a wave of her hand in battle. Zilvra needed agility to evade enemy attacks, not great strength to wear heavy armor.

"Do you think I’m like you, spending all day writhing under men like a pig in heat? Oh right, you’ve never left the city, so you don’t know what a pig is. Next time I’ll bring one back from the Halfling caravan for you to see." Zilvra said with disdain.

"Hmph! Do you think I don’t know your little tricks? Tell me, do you really want that Mage this time or not? He seems quite strong to me. If you don’t, then get out of my way. I’m really curious to see what kind of guy kept you out for three months. Oh, and his warrior companion looks like a big brute; there’s also that Little Dwarf, so cute."

"Seems like you know quite a lot? I’m guessing even if a Half-Beastman came in, your spies would know how many hairs he had." Zilvra raised an eyebrow. She had anticipated that news of a Mage entering the city wouldn’t stay hidden for long, but she didn’t expect her sister to find out so quickly. This means she needed to speed up her actions.

"Do you think I’m like you, chasing away all the male servants, living alone in a big empty house, what a pitiful person..." Zarra shrugged, her tone carrying sadness while her hands played with her flowing silver hair, amusement in her eyes. "My dear sister, don’t think I don’t know your intentions. You, the half-blooded bastard, should have died long ago. Letting you wander this big house is just polluting the environment. Don’t think just because you leave no guards, the matron will think you’re not a threat. Haha, who here doesn’t know your little schemes?"

Zilvra looked at her sister, her face flushed with excitement, certain that it would feel satisfying to strike it. But on the other hand, her sister wasn’t so trivial as to wait in the hallway to tease her for mere amusement. She surely had other hidden moves up her sleeve.

So Zilvra decided to ignore her for now, treating Zarra as a nonexistent breeze, letting her lightly drift past. Zilvra smiled slightly, giving her sister a common Dark Elf greeting gesture, and stepped past her.

Zarra said nothing more.

Zilvra took a couple of steps, noticing her sister didn’t continue taunting her with words. If the intent was to provoke an attack, she should be incessantly nagging. The few light remarks just now meant nothing. This only demonstrated one thing: Zarra was bluffing, fearing Zilvra’s attack and using vile words to preemptively strike, causing Zilvra to be suspicious and guarded, ensuring her own safety.

So, Zilvra drew her sword. A black streak cut through the air, swiftly sheathed again. Only then did the faint buzzing of air disturbance sound, and a column of blood spurted into the air, splatting against the wall-mounted trophies. A robust black-skinned arm fell to the ground.

The blood of a Dark Elf was also red, dripping from Zarra’s left arm, pooling on the floor and staining the animal skin rug red. However, in the dark corridor, through a Dark Elf’s eyes, these did not appear vibrant in color; they were just a glowing white indicating warmth.

Zarra bit her lip, enduring the pain silently, watching Zilvra walk away after sheathing her sword, picking up her severed arm with her right hand, placing it against the shoulder wound. Cold sweat constantly trickled down her forehead, her facial muscles twitching, the veins in her neck protruding. The immense pain threatened to numb her nerves, but she arduously finished the spell. On her left shoulder, the torn flesh began to reconnect, the bones realigned. After a while, the arm was restored to its original state — though it would take a few days to regrow its vitality, no signs of injury were visible now.

Zilvra had already disappeared into the corridor.

Zarra watched her sister’s figure vanish, revealing a victorious smile: "So, that’s how you think..."

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