Chapter 55

Faria didn't know what had happened. After being hit by that despicable mage's spell, she suddenly felt a burning sensation all over her body. An unfamiliar itch, like a wildfire, rapidly spread across her skin. Moreover, she was wearing a full-body armor with inner padding, which made her feel as if she were in a warm tin can, intensifying the unpleasant sensation.

What made it even more embarrassing was that she felt a strange, never-before-experienced sensation in her private area. It was a mix of heat, pain, tingling, and itching...

Faria, who only had a vague understanding of the relationship between men and women, was shocked and quickly ran into an empty room. She took off her thick armor, her thin, close-fitting undergarment, her skirt armor, and her tight-fitting pants.

The cold air finally extinguished the burning and itching sensation on her skin. Now, Faria was left with only a white cotton underwear, covering her private area. If Gorden knew that the wild and rebellious girl would choose such a simple and pure undergarment, he would surely whistle in excitement.

Faria found that the strange sensation between her legs had not subsided. She mustered the courage to pull down her underwear and looked down. Her face immediately turned pale, and her beautiful face was filled with shame and anger: "How could this be! The... hair... how could it all fall out, leaving it completely smooth!"

Faria was naturally a girl with smooth and flawless skin, but under the influence of female hormones, her secret garden would still grow lush grass. However, after being hit by Gorden's depilation spell, it had all fallen out.

"That despicable, shameless, and vulgar scoundrel!" Faria gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed as she put her clothes back on. Being able to remain calm when showing her body to Gorden did not mean she could stay calm in this situation. This was a great humiliation, as if the silver grass in her private area had been pulled out by that man himself.

Gorden stood quietly on the magic practice field. According to the Pink Book, the depilation spell not only causes all body hair to fall out but also produces a special sensation. From the way Faria abandoned her attack, her flushed face, and her hurried departure, the description in the Pink Book seemed to be accurate.

However, he knew that Faria would not let it go. After the initial embarrassment and shyness, she would come back.

Sure enough, as Gorden had predicted, Faria soon reappeared, fully dressed, but her walking posture was a bit strange, and her legs were involuntarily clamped together—after becoming a "white tiger," the friction sensation would change, and she might need some time to adapt.

"Scoundrel, shameless and vulgar rogue, I will make you pay!" Faria clenched her teeth and summoned the huge and terrifying ice crystal mace, advancing toward Gorden.

"Miss Faria," Gorden did not back down in the face of the duke's daughter's aggressive momentum, "I think we don't need to fight anymore. The duel is over, and you lost."

"I lost?" Faria was stunned, and her momentum faltered.

Gorden pointed to the white line drawn on the ground: "You ran out of the arena. According to the rules, that counts as a forfeit."

"You..." Faria's face was filled with shame and anger, and she wished she could crush the despicable mage into a pulp with her mace.

After the awkwardness of the previous night, Gorden thought Faria wouldn't be shy, but seeing her now, he found it particularly amusing—uh, was this thought a bit perverted?

Gorden continued to pressure her with words: "I remember that the Orandos people value the honor of battle more than life. The result of a fair duel is sacred and inviolable. Do you want to go back on your word?"

After yesterday's encounter, Gorden had a better understanding of Faria's way of thinking and values. Like a typical Orandos barbarian, she didn't care about the reputation and face that the Ferretians valued, but she placed great importance on promises and the honor of battle. She liked to be straightforward in her dealings. On the positive side, she was honest and trustworthy, a reliable partner. On the negative side, she was stubborn and inflexible, easily bound by her own promises, leading to self-inflicted consequences.

Faria bit her pale pink lips, gripped the mace handle, and her knuckles cracked from the force: "That's because you used a despicable, dangerous, and vulgar spell!"

"But the use of spells is allowed in a duel, isn't it? The result is already determined. Of course, if Faria of the Frostheart Tribe wants to go back on her word and throw away her promises like a goblin's dirty loincloth, I can't stop you, after all, you are Duke Rob's daughter."

"Don't mention that person's name!" Faria said emotionally. Her chest heaved, showing the complex emotions in her heart. In the end, she put away the huge mace and said calmly, "Alright, I lost. From today on, I am your woman."

After a moment of silence, seeing that Gorden made no move, she sneered, "What, do you want to claim me right here? Do you want me to take off my clothes myself?"

Gorden touched his nose, thinking, "Do I really look that desperate?"

Faria gave Gorden a cold look, took a deep breath, and seemed to make a significant decision. She began to take off her armor.

Although her face was expressionless, and she removed her clothes with skilled and fluid movements, Gorden doubted that her inner state was as calm as it appeared.

Gorden walked toward Faria, and this action made her freeze, stopping all her movements. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked at Gorden stubbornly, trying hard not to let them fall, but she failed.

"Indeed, she is still a girl. No matter how fierce she was before, she is still afraid when it comes to losing her virginity."

Gorden walked up to Faria and reached out, not to ravage her body as she expected, but to gently wipe the tears from her pale cheeks.

"Considering that I used improper means to win the duel, I propose that we call it a draw. Let's pretend nothing happened, okay?"

Faria looked at Gorden in surprise, her blue eyes full of confusion and doubt: "Why?"

"You can think that reason and morality stopped me, or you can think that I suddenly wanted to show some gentlemanly qualities—though I don't think being a gentleman is a good thing," Gorden said.

"Regardless, I lost the duel to you, so I will keep my promise and become your woman. Now you are giving up this right, but I won't thank you, because..."

"Alright, alright," Gorden interrupted Faria, "This is my choice. I don't need your gratitude. You can think of me as a generous and soft-hearted fool."

Faria looked deeply at Gorden, as if trying to imprint his black-haired, black-eyed face in her soul. She finally nodded to Gorden and quietly left.

"Finally, I managed to resolve this trouble without a fuss." Gorden sighed in relief.

Though the idea of forcefully claiming Faria and enjoying her beautiful body was tempting, he didn't do it. Gorden wasn't a naive virgin who believed in building a pure and deep relationship before physical intimacy. He wouldn't hesitate to enjoy a delicious meal offered to him, but Faria wasn't that meal.

Although the silver-haired girl seemed helpless like a white lamb in front of him, don't forget that her father was a strong and powerful ram with sharp horns, capable of goring Gorden to death.

If Duke Rob of Antelar knew that his only daughter, whom he doted on and loved, had been taken by a young man in various positions—and most importantly, that the young man had taken her in a dishonorable way—what would the ruler of the Rod think?

Gorden was glad that his rationality had overcome his desire.

The next few days were peaceful. Faria didn't come to cause trouble, and Duke Rob was busy with a magic experiment, having disappeared. Gorden enjoyed the peace, studying and practicing magic, reading various books, and secretly investigating for clues to find the culprit who had framed him.

However, he found nothing, not even the most suspicious mage, Yoland Dumic, who had not appeared at the Rainbow Manor.

Five days later, Gorden had his first day off...

The Whispering Forest in the eastern suburbs of Bluewater City was a beautiful and lush place, free of large carnivorous beasts, making it a popular spot for citizens to go on outings.

Many years ago, this area was inhabited by the Day Elves, but after humans rose and expanded, most of the Day Elves abandoned their homes and returned to the Eternal Island.

A building left by the Day Elves in the forest had become the temple of the goddess of pleasure and joy, Liria. It was originally a castle of a Day Elf noble, with an extensive underground structure of eight levels. This was because the Day Elf noble had discovered a source node deep underground and built a mana pool to aid in arcane research, leading to the deep excavation.

Now, in the deepest hall of the Day Elf castle, next to the long-dry mana pool, stood a red-haired woman in tight leather clothing, exuding a seductive and dangerous aura.

Amavre, a high-ranking member of the Holy Trinity Baptists.

With a devout look, she held a pink sphere and walked to the demon altar, which had been transformed from the mana pool. Eighteen black-robed figures stood in a hexagram formation around the altar, chanting incantations.

The abyssal language echoed in the underground hall. The pink sphere was placed on the altar and immediately began to rotate in the air. The altar emitted a seductive pink light, illuminating Amavre's beautiful and疯狂的脸。

“伟大的仪式即将开始！”

However, the last sentence should be translated as:

"The great ritual is about to begin!"