Chapter 37: Just a Little Attack

Charis wasn’t fazed by Ophelia’s praise, but it eased her mood, her head tilting higher with pride.

Charis was speechless.
Talos was reliable but always silent during Ophelia’s bullying, watching like it was a live broadcast.

‘Being watched by the Demon King while I’m bullied feels so shameful.
Ophelia’s always on top, crushing me—I’ll rise up!’

Charis silently vowed to surpass Ophelia, taller, stronger, making her jealous!

“Alright, Charis, strength needs rest too.
Take a break, then cook—capturing their stomachs is a form of mental control.”

“Control them with food?
I’m not poisoning it.”

“No, I mean mundane acts can make you indispensable to them.
They won’t notice until it’s too late.”

Talos’s sly guidance gave Charis a feeling.

‘Am I like a ticking time bomb?’

rd’s off the table.”

Ophelia remembered Charis’s demand, setting her own terms.

“Ugh… you promised to grant it—no takebacks.”
Charis, feeling betrayed by her body, demanded compensation.

“Within my power, nothing excessive, I’ll agree.”
Ophelia tightened her grip, savoring the young dragon’s scent.

“Fine.”
Charis relented—for the strengthening potion Talos mentioned, she’d endure sleeping with the sword saintess tonight.