Chapter 13: Fire Poker or Fingers

Little kitchen boy.

Those three words echoed throughout the spacious bedroom with actual reverberation.

They precisely detonated Silver Dragon Miss’s bottom line.

Selena released the tail she had been holding down.

The irritation on her face vanished instantly.

In its place, she curved her brows upward and narrowed her eyes while revealing an extremely sinister smile.

The offended little white-haired dumpling silently stood up.

The tiny white-haired girl walked directly toward the steaming fireplace in the corner of the room.

Stretching out one small hand, she pulled out the heavy pure iron fire poker that had already been heated red-hot.

The tip of the rod glowed crimson from prolonged burning, its terrifying heat turning even the surrounding air red.

“I absolutely hate people threatening me.”

The smile at Selena’s lips grew even brighter.

Holding the fire poker, she slowly walked back toward the bedside.

This time, she looked down at Lilith floating in midair from above.

“I’ll give you two choices.”

“First. Solve my current problem. In return, I’ll allow you to continue hiding inside my ring and pretend to be dead.”

She lifted her wrist slightly.

The rough heavy fire poker directly pressed against Lilith’s pale little nose.

Even though Lilith currently existed as a soul attached to the ring, the scorching heat still seemed capable of roasting her alive.

“Second. I shove the ring you live in straight onto this rod and toss it into the fireplace.”

“Then I’ll properly roast that mouth of yours with fire.”

“Choose.”

“My fingers or the fire poker.”

The red-hot iron object in Selena’s little hand radiated waves of terrifying heat.

For the first time, Lilith actually felt pressure coming from this silver dragon that had only been born a few days ago.

The hairs all over her body stood on end from fright as she directly fell from midair onto the blanket.

“W-wait wait wait!”

The dignified Blood Clan progenitor now frantically waved both hands before her chest while retreating repeatedly.

“I’ll give it! I’ll give it already, okay?! You barbaric lizard!”

Lilith was so frightened tears nearly came out.

Curling up in the corner of the bed, she shouted loudly:

“But if I tell you, you’re not allowed to get angry!”

Selena loosened her grip slightly.

Clang.

The fire poker returned to the blazing fireplace.

“I won’t get angry.”

Lilith patted her equally flat chest with lingering fear.

She hurriedly waved her fingers and tore open a tiny spatial crack in the air.

An object dropped onto the white blanket with a soft thud.

A pitch-black leather collar.

Its craftsmanship looked extremely refined and emitted a deep mysterious fragrance.

The surface was engraved with mithril runes.

At the center hung an inverted cross ornament.

Selena only glanced at it once.

Her little face instantly flushed bright red all the way to the roots of her dragon horns.

“Isn’t this a restraint collar for slaves?!”

Selena’s voice uncontrollably rose higher.

Lilith spread both hands innocently.

“It can’t be helped! I’m a dignified Blood Clan progenitor who slept inside a coffin for hundreds of years. All the divine artifacts in my tomb were already stolen clean by grave robbers!”

She pointed righteously at the collar on the bed.

“Right now, this is the only blood-slave collar left. It can perfectly suppress your dragon bloodline and allow you to freely switch forms. Wear it or don’t.”

Selena stared silently at the collar lying on the bed.

Her expression showed visible hesitation.

Lilith lowered her head.

Long white hair covered her cheeks.

But within her crimson eyes surged uncontrollable delight.

She hesitated!

This trash lizard was tempted!

Go on.

Put it on.

The moment it wraps around your neck and the lock clicks shut, the master-servant contract will instantly activate.

Even the soul can be bound.

When that happens, this powerful silver dragon body will belong to this one.

Your delicious blood will belong to Lilith too.

You’ll become this one’s exclusive blood servant!

Ahahahahahahaha!

Little white-haired dumpling, did you really think this progenitor had spent hundreds of years surviving for nothing?

All that earlier arguing was deliberately done to lower your guard.

Didn’t expect that, huh?

This is the wisdom of adults.

The more she thought about it, the prouder she became.

No, hold it in.

Don’t laugh yet.

Wait three seconds before celebrating victory.

She buried her face into the bed, desperately trying not to laugh out loud.

Her white-stockinged legs kicked excitedly back and forth while her rounded toes continuously pressed fresh wrinkles into the blanket.

The overwhelming pleasure of her impending counterattack made Lilith’s fingertips tremble excitedly.

However—

A sudden change occurred.

Selena abruptly reached out.

She grabbed the collar in one swift motion so fast that afterimages remained behind.

Naturally, she didn’t put it on herself.

Her wrist suddenly twisted.

Directly rushing forward, she forcefully pinned Lilith beneath her.

Silver hair carved a cold arc through the air.

Selena accurately placed the collar around the completely defenseless white-haired loli’s neck.

Click.

The metal lock tightly snapped shut.

The crisp locking sound echoed painfully through the bedroom.

Lilith froze.

Her entire body resembled a puppet whose soul had been ripped away.

Slowly, she lowered her head.

That pure black blood-slave collar now fit perfectly around her own slender snow-white neck.

The inverted cross rested against her collarbone.

Radiating cold mockery.

“I was wondering whether soul bodies could even wear physical equipment.”

Selena withdrew her hand and sat back down at the bedside.

Her golden eyes overflowed with teasing and ridicule.

“Didn’t expect the size to fit you perfectly.”

“Y-you…”

Lilith’s brain completely crashed.

Like a madwoman, she raised both hands and desperately clawed at the collar around her neck.

It wouldn’t come off.

Unfortunately, she was currently only a weak spirit body.

The humiliating collar didn’t budge whatsoever.

Layer after layer of blinding red light exploded from the mithril runes engraved on the collar.

The master-servant contract forcibly embedded itself into Lilith’s soul like burning iron, binding her completely to Selena.

If Lilith were still at her peak strength, such a contract naturally would mean nothing to her.

The problem was—

She only possessed a fragment of a remnant soul now.

And not even a healthy remnant soul.

She was a starving remnant soul that had slept for hundreds of years because she was too broke to eat!

Looking at the completely dumbfounded Lilith—

Bathed in moonlight, Selena leaned lazily against the headboard.

Her slender rounded legs crossed elegantly while her little feet swayed gently.

Her dragon tail had finally stopped moving entirely.

“Hehehe… I’ve always had a bad habit.”

Selena looked at her with a wicked grin.

Her ethereal voice made Lilith tremble in fear.

“Hehehe… I never casually accept candy from strangers.”

“And trash bat, next time you try scheming against someone, could you stop failing to hold back your laughter first? It was painfully obvious.”

Feeling the forced contract binding her soul to Selena, Lilith was overwhelmed with humiliation and grievance.

Tears instantly filled her ruby-red eyes.

“Damn it! Damn it all!”

The dignified First Progenitor of the Blood Clan originally wanted to scheme against someone and acquire a servant.

Instead, she accidentally sold herself into becoming a personal maid.

And on top of that, she—a former Saint Domain powerhouse—had somehow become the servant of a tiny silver dragon who had only just reached the Warlock rank.

Utter humiliation!

She angrily puffed out her chest.

The power rankings on the Serah Continent were:

Warlock.

Transcendent.

Master.

Saint Domain.

Legendary.

Yet she had somehow been tricked by a silver dragon who was two entire major realms weaker than her at her peak.

Could it be…

Was she actually not a genius after all?

Outside the window, the layers of darkness gradually thinned.

The eastern sun slowly began to rise, brightening Selena’s room little by little.

Selena looked toward the Blood Clan progenitor curled up in the corner of the bed while tears continuously streamed down her face.

Not only had the anger in the little silver dragon’s heart not subsided—

It burned even hotter.

Sure enough, this old bat really had intended to trap her with that slave collar.

Too evil.