Chapter 43: Who the hell owes this debt of love?

“Don’t you think such a boring trick makes our competition unfair?” Dounia asked softly.

Lilith hovered in mid-air, looking at Dounia with a half-smile, contemplating for a moment, chin resting on her hand.

“Alright, you’re right.”

“I want to watch you willingly step into a trap, knowing it’s a trap, and become hopelessly immersed in pleasure, hehe.”

Lilith snapped her fingers, and the blood-red annotation text changed again.

Ability: [2. When water overflows, it recedes; when the moon is full, it wanes.
Consumes stored ‘Sacred Liquid’ for wishes. The amount of Sacred Liquid consumed will be equivalent to the magnitude of the wish.If there isn’t enough Sacred Liquid for the sacrifice, the time span will be extended in a ‘reasonable’ manner, and the process of achieving the wish will be greatly distorted, ultimately fulfilling the wish in a twisted form.]

Negative Effect: [The holder will gradually descend into the abyss of original sin. If the cup no longer contains ‘Sacred Liquid,’ they will gradually become plagued by bad luck.]

Sealing Measure: [Provide original sin for its wicked amusement.]

“Now, this is the standard a Level 1 Sealed Artifact should have,” Dounia sighed softly.

Sealed Artifacts had three tiers.
Level 0, which were Special Sealed Artifacts, must be unique.
Level 1, which were…

“Hehe, I think you already guessed it, didn’t you?” Lilith spun around in the air. “Anyway, nothing bad happened to you, and your rapport with Adelle deepened. The outcome is good, isn’t it?”

Lilith suddenly blinked, then vanished with a pop into thin air.

The air instantly quieted, with only the running faucet still making noise.

“Dounia?” Adelle’s voice came from outside the door. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Dounia pulled off a roll of paper, casually wiped her hands, and then opened the restroom door.

A hint of worry shone in Adelle’s grey eyes.

“Good that you’re alright. Let’s go back to our seats.”

“Mhm.”

The two returned to their seats. Dounia, whose mental power was somewhat depleted, felt her head gradually growing heavy, even her consciousness becoming blurry.

“If you’re tired, you can rest for a bit. I’ll watch the luggage,” Adelle said.

“It’s fine…”

While her consciousness was still relatively clear, Dounia continued to sort out what she had gained.

The Mirror Shard had further completed a part of her abilities.

She could now see more information about spiritual and abstract forms through the Reflection World.

And ‘Mirror Transfer’ could now briefly affect two targets simultaneously, meaning she could use ‘Mirror Transfer’ in everyday situations!

As for the newly acquired ability, Dounia called it ‘Mirror Walk.’

As the name suggested, Dounia could briefly vanish from the real world, remaining invisible for up to ten seconds, though she could still be harmed.

And by expending a large amount of mental power, she could achieve ‘Spatial Glint,’ allowing herself to completely vanish from the real world for one second, entering the “Reflection World”!

Then, she could change her position within the Reflection World, thereby changing her position when appearing back in the real world!

However, each dodge had a cooldown, as her mental power couldn’t supply enough energy all at once.

“The mechanics are so powerful… but there aren’t any offensive abilities at all. All my points are put into mechanics,” Dounia complained.

This was the “Mirror Weaver”!

If she were a professional assassin, this would be a heaven-sent, super-powerful ability, but she was just a small loli.

However, Miss Adelle seemed to say that “Mirror Weavers” could only be accessed by those of the psychic lineage…

Just like that large spider, only weavers of the Reflection World could manifest related powers through mirrors as a medium.

Her head grew heavier and heavier. Dounia gently leaned against Adelle’s left shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

“Sleep well…” Adelle slowly helped her lie down, then tightened her suit jacket around her.

In the midst of ice and snow, a stone campfire was set up beside a coniferous forest.

A graceful, curvaceous, mature woman with a dangerously styled hairdo sat by the fire, looking at a silver-haired girl lying prone in the snow.

“Do… Dounia-sama?” She widened her eyes slightly in surprise.

“Can you hear me?” A maternal voice rang out in Dounia’s ear, unusually clear this time for some reason.

Dounia in her dream let out an extremely troubled, aggrieved sound.

“Who’s disturbing my sleep…”

“My apologies, Dounia-sama. Perhaps we can talk after you’ve woken up…”

Despite being the elder, the mature woman voluntarily apologized and yielded.

Dounia opened her eyes a crack, startled, and almost jumped up.

“Where did this bring me? Is this even in the country?”

“Oh, good thing this is a dream.”

“Wait… why am I saying everything I think out loud?” She instinctively covered her mouth, then blinked.

‘Because this is a dream.’

‘I need to consciously control myself not to blurt out my thoughts.’

Facing the babbling, strangely behaving Dounia, the mature woman merely frowned slightly.

‘This is how we, the Pleasure Faction, are.jpg’

Her dream-like purple hair was woven into a dangerous braid, cascading smoothly over one shoulder. She shook her head sadly, closing her eyes, her braid swaying gently with the movement.

“…You don’t recognize me anymore? I’m Maria LeBlanc,” a pair of long, seductive purple eyes shimmered with tears.

Her outer eye corners were slightly upturned, like captivating threads, and her pupils were as deep as a secluded pool, causing one to easily drown within them if not careful.

‘Oh no.’
Dounia felt a chill in her heart, seeing the other person’s affectionate gaze