The operation to clear this Limb Temple has been a success. The center of evil here—the accursed Witch Demon—has been shattered and vanished. Although the family has paid a hefty price, with the Spider Goddess’s favor, resurrecting those fallen Dark Elves is a mere trifle. The family’s strength will reassemble! Gathered before the new matron—Zarra!
"Now, there’s only one thing left to do." Zarra coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. She discarded the already broken Snake Whip and pulled out a dagger from her breastplate. The black dagger was engraved with the image of a spider, its Poison Teeth forming the dagger’s tip, and only there did it reflect a sinister gleam.
Zarra slowly walked toward the matron lying on the ground. Batana lay still with her eyes closed, as if she had fallen into an endless sleep. Sweat dripped continuously from Zarra’s palms, her breathing became rapid, aggravating her internal wounds with waves of pain. The throne she had yearned for was right in front of her. All she had to do was plunge the dagger into Batana’s chest, and the potent poison within would instantly claim the life of this old Dark Elf woman, even if she were the most powerful matron of Ratris City, she wouldn’t escape!
Just a gentle thrust of the dagger...
Zarra felt a wave of dizziness and barely steadied herself. "It must be from losing too much blood, I must not get excited; I must move my muscles gently." Zarra thought to herself, using this Spiritual Power to stabilize her emotions: "Plunge this dagger into Batana’s heart, and then I can heal myself. Then pray to the Spider Goddess, and I can assume the position of matron. Now is a crucial time, there can be no more..." Orıginal content can be found at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Zilvra stood in front of her, holding the black thin sword, looking at her sister with a gaze of pity.
"Get out of the way! You bastard!" Zarra shouted loudly, almost spitting out blood again, but she forcibly held it back, swallowing the blood that had already rushed to her mouth. She took a few deep breaths, calming her heartbeat and breathing.
"Bastard! You dare to stand in my way? Did this vile woman give you some benefit, or do you think you can become the matron?" Zilvra straightened her body, emanating the aura she once had as a high priest, as if the wounds she just sustained in battle were all fake. She said: "Zilvra, oh Zilvra, do you think you can stop me? What right do you have to challenge me?"
"Even though I don’t like the matron, compared to you, I’d rather keep things as they are." Zilvra drew a circle in the air with the thin sword, "You should stay as the Great Sacrificial Rite, now is not your time to become matron."
"My affairs, my path, my fate are not for you to control!" Zarra raised the dagger, a glow of Divine Arts gathering in her other hand, "Do you think that my strength is just that little? Do you think you can cut off my arm like last time?"
Zarra laughed: "Bastard! Once you fall, it’s that old woman’s turn. Of course, I’ll take good care of your pet man, he’ll be my finest toy. Haha."
The two stood at an impasse, Zilvra searching for her sister’s flaw, while Zarra gathered her power. Neither dared to make a single mistake. Any oversight would be fatal.
"Your plan is quite thoughtful!" Batana’s voice slowly sounded...
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