"Thank you for sparing my life, esteemed matron." Zilvra now finally understood why she could live among the Dark Elves with her white skin.
"Come, Zilvra, I’ve said all this just to remind you that conquest, only conquest, is the most beautiful thing in the world." Batana pulled out a bottle of potion: "I know you want to obtain that Adviser Mage, that human from the surface has long caught your attention, maybe from the very first time you met, you already planned to have him." The matron handed the potion to Zilvra: "But you must understand, mages are cunning and sly creatures, more difficult to deal with than angels. Especially now, with Lynch as the family’s adviser, who also possesses great power. I’m afraid you’ll be at a disadvantage."
Batana pointed to the potion bottle in Zilvra’s hand: "This is the potion I used against an angel years ago. As long as he drinks it, he will involuntarily kneel and beg you, following your every word. You can even cut their fingers off one by one, and they will still praise you loudly. I call it the Conquest Potion, it will give you the most satisfying feeling of conquest, keep it well. Remember, our lives are dedicated to the Spider Goddess. Besides that, the feeling of conquest is the greatest reward for you!"
"Thank you, Matron, but..." Zilvra held the potion bottle in her hand, but she didn’t want it at all in her heart. She couldn’t be sure whether the bottle contained the so-called Conquest Potion or a deadly poison.
"However, using this potion will greatly deplete his stamina, you should understand what I mean. After one night, even the strongest man will be drained and become powerless." She patted Zilvra’s shoulder: "And after a few days, we still need the mage to serve the family with good energy. So, you can use this potion then. Now, you may leave."
After bowing to the matron, Zilvra left the Audience Room. As she closed the door, she couldn’t help but look back a few more times. However, Zilvra did not have Lynch’s Eye of Insight, so she couldn’t see what was happening inside the room.
She carefully examined the potion bottle in her hand, the transparent potion thick like glue. Zilvra couldn’t fathom what the matron’s true intention was, or why she was suddenly so "kind" to her.
"I should find some unfortunate soul to test this potion’s effect first!" Zilvra thought to herself: "If it isn’t too toxic, perhaps I can let Lynch drink a little."
In the Audience Room, Batana maintained a smiling expression, watching Zilvra leave the room. The moment the door closed, her face reverted to seriousness and cruelty. The matron turned around, gazing at the statue of the Spider Goddess behind the throne, and spoke in a low voice: "Goddess, she indeed did not deny her relationship with the Adviser Mage. A member of the Dark Elf Family entranced by a male from the surface! This is disgraceful!"
There was no sound to respond to her words in the room, Batana was alone in this empty space. She viciously drew a dagger from her waist, placing it in her left palm, the phosphorescent torch casting a blue-purple light onto her face, making it appear twisted and terrifying.
"The Dark Elves do not need the weak, the First Family does not tolerate weakness!" She abruptly slashed with the dagger, creating a wound that split open her left palm, and red blood immediately surged out. Batana clenched her fist, in her Dark Vision, the heat-laden liquid flowed out from her body, dripping onto the ground, and as it reached the family insignia at the center of the room, it suddenly disappeared.
"The Spider Goddess bless you!" Batana grinned savagely.