A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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“You’re right, it was indeed the sea spirits that killed them. Even if the law convicts you, you’re not the main culprit; at most, you’ll spend a few years in jail.”

Moreover, this is international waters, not subject to Victorian law, nor to the laws of other countries. You will most likely inherit your father's, George Flimont's, estate with your mother.

“The inheritance…we don’t care about his inheritance at all. It’s just that I don’t want my mother to go to jail at her age for this rotten man who can’t be shaken off and is abusive.”

Her expression was disdainful. It wasn't feigned arrogance; she genuinely didn't care about that man or anything left behind by George Felmont.

It's not that she sees money as dirt; she probably just thinks that man's things are dirty.

When you hate someone to the extreme, even things that are originally wonderful, like money—purely "good things"—can generate a sense of resistance, for example, if that money was given to you by that person you hate.

"Alright, that's enough. The truth should be buried. My mother shouldn't be subjected to other people's strange looks. It's enough that she lived as a victim, reached land, and started a new life."

The freckled girl's eyes were red, she must have lost patience.

She explained everything to Saint Karina, and finally couldn't resist taking action.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt. I'll be quick and efficient in sending you on your way."

She kept saying she would never kill the innocent, only those who had wronged her. Now, she has become a complete perpetrator.

She commanded the sea vengeful spirit, that inhuman, ghostly deep-sea "earthbound spirit," whose face immediately became even more terrifying. With a shriek, it opened its mouth, which was stitched with countless threads of slime and dense, bizarre, twisted black and red lines, and then its claws grew longer and blacker, like dark obsidian, and reached out to grab Saint Karina.

The freckled girl's face was still so pure, yet at this moment it overlapped with the terrifying and ferocious face of the sea vengeful spirit, as if the two were manipulated by the same thread and turned into the same person.

"Purification."

Saint Karina didn't say much, but simply waved her hand, and the energy condensed from pure light particles formed a light blade, directly splitting the Sea Wraith's body in two.

Sliced ​​open from head to toe, with the nose and cheeks as the midline, the filth inside splattered onto the floor, walls, and even onto the freckled girl's face, clothes, hands, and feet. The light blade, before striking the ship's deck and causing significant damage, transformed back into countless light particles and vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had already completed its mission, been bathed in holy light, and attained enlightenment on the spot.

In fact, the sea vengeful spirit is also a water ghost. Saint Karina doesn't need to use the holy sword to dirty her own sword. She only needs to use a small holy spell to dispel the sea vengeful spirit, which is at most only at the fourth level.

If the Holy Sword were used, Saint Karina, having now regained her strength, would be wasting her talents on dealing with these lowly sea wraiths used for amusement.

"And you, miss, sweet dreams."

Saint Karina grabbed the freckled girl and gave her a furious head rub.

She had no intention of killing him, nor did she have any other plans.

Purification is a treatment for the mental pollution of freckled girls. Even when the other party is unwilling, the effect is excellent and immediate.

"thump--"

"Click."

Two muffled sounds followed in quick succession as the freckled girl collapsed. Before that, Saint Karina reacted swiftly, grabbing her with her hand and then embracing her limp body as she fell to the ground.

The other sound was the sound of the silver handcuffs closing as they were put on the other person, the keyholes opening and closing.

Afterwards, in order to bring this case to a satisfactory conclusion, Santa Karina decided to go all the way. She then approached Madame Fremont and used rather drastic methods to carry out "violent enforcement."

Then, from left to right, like picking up chicks, they were lifted up.

Next, all that's needed is to hand them over to the ship's actual police officer, detain them briefly to prevent trouble or incidents, and then remove them from the ship after disembarking, issuing a small fine for disturbing the order of the passenger ship.

After all, since she wasn't subject to legal punishment, Saint Karina didn't hold the freckled girl's attack on her, nor did she care about the girl's actions—which stemmed from being mentally corrupted by the sea spirit and becoming extreme in her desire to kill to cover up her secret.

With the story now concluded, Saint Karina was even more eager for what was to come.

She planned to go to Miss Virginia's room to tell Miss Virginia the cause and effect and the truth of the conversation recorded with the recording stone.

255. The reward you truly want

"This is your reward."

Virginia took out a wad of cash, which was the remaining Victoria dollars to pay.

However, Santa Karina refused the money.

"This money is not what I want. Please don't humiliate me with such vulgar things."

"Then what do you want?"

It was obvious that Virginia didn't want to continue her entanglement with Santa Karina.

"Actually, Lina is just an alias. I am the Holy Maiden of the Lorian Empire, and money is just a number to me."

As I told you from the beginning, I'm willing to help, but the reward I want isn't just money.

She's not interested in money, she's more interested in women.

Having escaped the clutches of the evil god Eris, his mind was affected.

"You don't want the money. You've got your eye on something else I own, and you want to kill me and steal it?"

Virginia's eyes became wary.

The matter is now settled, and it's time to pay the money and exchange the goods. There are rumors circulating that Her Highness the Holy Maiden has a bad reputation, specifically that she is forceful and likes to use power to coerce others.

No one likes to be coerced, especially a noblewoman like her who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Generally speaking, she is the one who suppresses and coerces others, or at the very least, she is their equal.

A saintess from a country beset by storms is perhaps a little too arrogant.

"What I want? It's simple."

Santa Karina tossed the thick wad of crisp new banknotes back onto the table. They slid just right, almost falling off the edge, maintaining a delicate balance.

She easily gave up an income that an ordinary family couldn't earn in half a lifetime.

"I've never tasted the pleasures of you high-class foreign noble ladies before, and I can't wait to experience it and satisfy my curiosity."

"The Holy Maiden of the Lorian Empire is such a vulgar person, which is quite in line with my imagination of your country. A small country like yours can hardly produce citizens of high moral character and outstanding personality."

Virginie's contempt was palpable.

Her glass was empty; throwing it away didn't matter. Since the person opposite her was immoral, she had no reason to hold back. Her family elders often taught her that business partners should always be treated as enemies, because you never know if they'll be on your side again.

Those who are unwilling to cooperate lose their corresponding value.

Due to etiquette, Virginie ultimately did not do so.

"Alright, I should leave now. Miss Saint Karina, goodbye forever. I never want to see you again, and I think you feel the same way."

As she was about to get up, she felt dizzy and weak.

At first, Virginia was just feeling a little sleepy, and she thought it was because she had eaten too much for lunch. Eating too much caused her to feel sleepy, as the gas from her stomach rose to her brain, creating a strong feeling of drowsiness.

She ate more than usual today. When having lunch with people she doesn't like, she can't help but eat a few more bites to reduce the number of times they make eye contact.

Things in front of her became blurry, and things were getting worse. Gradually, Virginia lost the strength to even stand up, and her body felt as heavy as a feverish patient.

A surge of heat coursed through my body, eventually transforming into a tingling electric current that converged in my lower abdomen and back.

This is clearly not a fever. How could a fever cause the lower abdomen to tighten and produce a strange tingling sensation? Hidden under the pants, the mysterious area between the legs was slightly warm and exuded a damp smell.

Then, more parts of her body began to heat up, her throat became dry and she coughed, and an inexplicable fire burned within her. Her fair skin turned a beautiful, alluring crimson, and copious amounts of sweat seeped from her pores, soaking her newly bought shirt.

After a quick deduction, Virginia was pretty sure she had been drugged.

However, the food, drinks, and tableware on the table were all prepared by someone I trust. Logically, such a thing should not have happened unless my confidant betrayed me, listened to a stranger, and became an accomplice to evil.

Is that possible? She absolutely didn't believe it.

Virginia gripped her wooden cane tightly with both hands and glared at the woman opposite her.

"what did you do to me……"

Santa Karina calmly raised her glass and finished the remaining sips of champagne.

“Sometimes being too conventional can lead to trouble. If you were more tolerant of those around you, she might not have agreed to help me. Your cruelty was the catalyst that set things off, Miss Virginia. I hope you will understand this in the future.”

"..."

These words suddenly reminded Virginie of something—she had refused her personal maid's request.

The maid's brother had committed a crime and was sentenced to exile. The maid begged her to show leniency, but she believed that those who made mistakes should be punished and refused.

It was probably because I was too incorruptible that this happened.

However, Saint Karina was just making things up on the spot, causing Virginia to doubt and waver, which made it easier for her to fall into depravity and let loose.

In fact, she didn't need anyone else to do anything for Virginia.

"A bewitching humanoid creature."

Saint Karina had already used this ability when she entered.

The difference in strength between her and Virginia was too great; it would be far too easy for her to use this magic without the other party noticing.

Using computer parts with unfamiliar people is actually too troublesome, as there are more prerequisites.

Since regaining her tenth-tier strength, she felt a change in her mindset, a sense of unbridled freedom, as if she could do whatever she wanted. She had been with many women, but not with Virginia, this cursed, lame lady.

"Don't worry, this is also good for you. It's a win-win situation; I'm interested in your body, and you can get your leg healed."

The saint's holy water can lift most curses, including Virginia's curse.

"I do not need."

The prospect of being able to cure her lameness was indeed very tempting, and Virginia tried many methods without success.

That's because she had never drunk any holy water from a saint, especially the kind that was favored by many gods.

Saint Karina has always possessed a special constitution, making her popular with many women, including humans, demons, other races, and even gods.

When she was infatuated with Ernest VII, she would avoid the advances of these women. Now, her mindset has changed, and her attitude towards them has drastically altered. She even desires to actively vent her frustrations and experience the pleasures of these women. This mindset is akin to a form of revenge, imbuing Ernest VII with a touch of nature's greenness.

Furthermore, her desires intensified. During the days when the evil god Eris was channeling power into her, her mind made her more inclined to indulge in pleasure than to suppress it.

"No, you need to."

Saint Karina flashed a wicked smile.

Their exchange was not fair and impartial; it was facilitated unilaterally by Saint Karina.

"Because I need you."

256. Reluctant Treatment

What happened next was something Saint Karina would surely be happy to see.

“Miss Virginia, there’s no need for you to be embarrassed. Just think of our detective game as not being over yet, and I’m playing a new detective game with you.”

Saint Karina gave a mischievous smile, a smile that betrayed her anticipation of what was to come.

"For example, if I suspect you've taken my things, I need to find them on you and take them out."

"There is no such thing as a product."

Virginia's expression was one of horror as she discovered her body was uncontrollably limp and burning hot.

"Whether it is true or not, we shouldn't just believe Miss Virginia's side of the story. I need to find evidence. You know, sometimes the police will search a suspect when they try to deny it."

"I didn't take your things at all."

“You can’t trust what a suspect says. Many people will deny things when they are interrogated. In this case, you have to use some special methods.”

Saint Karina is approaching.

This is on the deep sea, in the middle of the ocean, and the door to the room is locked from the inside. Unless force is used, it will be very difficult to unlock it from the outside.

Saint Karina's approach put a lot of pressure on Virginia. If she had the strength, she would have pushed Saint Karina away hard and hit her with a water bottle.

"You, you stay away..."

She looked terrified and tried to back away.

However, not only were her legs weak, but she also retreated very slowly. If Saint Karina wanted to, she could catch her quickly, but Saint Karina didn't; she preferred to advance step by step, gradually closing in and then slowly devouring her.

She reveled in Virginia's fear, and even without Saint Karina's magic, her limp wouldn't have allowed her to run fast enough to escape Saint Karina's clutches.

In fact, the room was so small that Virginie soon had nowhere to retreat and was pinned against the wall.

"Well……"

As she was kissed by something soft, Virginia's body grew even hotter.

She tried to push her away, but her hands were already limp and powerless, and her attempts to push Saint Karina seemed more like a reluctant acceptance.

Moreover, her push seemed premeditated, deliberately designed, as it landed on Saint Karina's front armor. It felt soft and yielding, even better than the waterbed and water pillow she slept on in the summer.