However, every year during the festivities, the sight of important-looking vampire sorceresses queuing up to visit the house respectfully indicated that Annie held a high status within the Dracula Family.
The hobody witch had heard many people address Annie as "Miss Third," implying she was one of the candidates for family head with inheritance rights.
Yet, Annie had never shown a good face to those vampire sorceresses who ca knocking. She seed quite averse to connecting with the family, and each visit tended to end sowhat unpleasantly.
Previously, when Dorothy was studying necromancy at ho, she got caught by her stepmother. At that ti, Annie had offered to introduce her to so Vampire Clan Hospitals in big cities if Dorothy wanted to pursue a career in dicine.
But the hobody witch eventually refused. If the relationship between her stepmother and the vampire families had been good, it might have been worth it. But with such strained relationships, it simply did not make sense for the obstinate Annie to ask for favors on her behalf.
After all, it is not as if dicine was her only option; she had many paths to choose from in the future.
All roads lead to Ro, and each of them seems pretty good for Dorothy.
Even though Dorothy had given up on becoming a doctor, since that event, Annie occasionally helped her with so Necromancy Sect matters. Thus, her skills in necromancy were quite decent. She might not raise the dead or flee the flesh from bones, but if it was just lingering death...
Well, a normal lingering death perford by a skilled master might involve about 3,357 cuts, but she could add a zero to that number. And, as long as she was willing, she could slice while healing, endlessly.
Her blade did not just harm the body like ordinary people's; she could slice the soul as well. Oh, and she had just learned about the Power of Faith. Faith connects with the heart, and now she could also slice that as she pleased.
Body, soul, heart—all hard with a single strike.
So...
The Torture Departnt was already rife with screams, but although everyone's screams were similarly agonizing, suddenly, one person's continuous shrieks overshadowed all others, causing both the executioners and prisoners in other cri chambers to shudder in fear.
Yes, those screams were definitely earning a score of 120.
Yet, this was still just the beginning...
Half an hour later, after the nearly 300-scored raw whimpers subsided, the Fairy King wiped her hands, tossed the blood-red handkerchief onto the floor that looked like the Blood River, and then gratefully looked at the two ladies across from her, who were now healed completely, even flushed with good complexion, and said,
"Thank you both for your hospitality."
She remarked reflectively.
Yes, the deliciousness of the Power of Original Sin really does depend on the harvest technique. That set of fear and despair tasted so delightful she savored it.
Moreover, the Demon Witch could convert these sins into her own Magic Power. In just that half-hour, Dorothy's Magic Power had increased by about a thousand, which made her wildly ecstatic, feeling she had found another fast way to increase her Magic Power.
Pity, like overeating leads to a full stomach, the Original Sin was not infinitely absorbable either. Ho Martial Soul now felt a sense of satiety in her soul.
This made the Fairy King sowhat regretful, but it was not a big issue. Later, she could eat in three als, enhancing her body with Dragon's Breath and high-level ingredients, her soul with the Power of Original Sin, and her spirit with the Power of Faith. These triple Magic Power accumulations could sowhat compensate for her diocre magical talent.
Well, diligence makes up for the lack of skill; if talent is diocre, then eat more.
The Fairy King was already considering that once her body had bred Little Six in a while, she could wholly transform into a demonic incarnation.
anwhile, Miss Wendigo was also taking the opportunity to gorge herself, and because the fear and despair she just experienced were so delicious, the face under the Demon Princess's mask felt utterly comfortable, almost lting in bliss.
Marvelous, such exquisite taste, she had never experienced before in her life.
Wait, this isn't good. Having tasted such flavor, how could she ever go back to before?
Slightly calming down, Wendigo realized the seriousness of the matter.
But she had watched the whole thing and still couldn't understand what was special about the punishnt perford by the Clown Sisters just now.
It looked like just slicing continuously while also healing, right? Similar thods exist in the demons' torturing techniques, but they never seed to achieve such effects. Perhaps there is so unseen secret in the punishnt called lingering death.
The Demon Princess was sowhat puzzled, but one thing she could be sure of was that the Clown Sisters were probably master inquisitors.
In the Demon Realm, being an Inquisitor is a common occupation, which is also divided into three levels.
Amateur Inquisitor Apprentices torture the body, professional Inquisitors torture the soul, and real masters torture the heart.
Currently, Wendigo herself was at the second stage, skilled in tornting both the body and soul of prisoners, but she was still unclear on how to tornt the heart and felt sowhat at a loss on where to begin.
She felt a bit ashad, especially since she had just thought about teaching a master inquisitor how to do her job, which was really overestimating her own abilities.
"Miss Clown, could you teach how to perform lingering death?"
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