Dragon Slayer

The vast continent of Yunyun was once home to various races: humans, elves, goblins, mermaids, and many more.
The differences between these races led to numerous wars, causing many to dwindle in number or even become extinct. However, a figure known as the "Great Sage" emerged among humanity, guiding them towards the continent's upheaval and making them the most powerful race on Yunyun.
But just as humanity was advancing triumphantly, poised to flatten the ancestral lands of all other races, the Great Sage suddenly signed a peace treaty with the dwindling populations of the various races at the "Tower of Dawn," built by humans in the center of the continent. The Great Sage, as humanity's leader, commanded both fear and respect from the other races. After the treaty, eight empires were established on Yunyun, with humans at the forefront. The other races maintained good relations with humans, either residing within human territory or elsewhere on the continent. The wars on Yunyun thus came to an end.
As time passed, humanity's status on the Cloud Continent rose higher and higher, gradually becoming the rulers of the continent. However, war broke out between humans and between the eight great empires due to the machinations of certain schemers. The eight empires acted independently, joining the war either voluntarily or involuntarily. To this day, only five of the eight great empires remain, and the war continues.
The five great empires are the Sunset Empire, the Purple Maple Empire, the Bygone Cloud Empire, the Great Gan Empire, and the Moonlit Empire.
The Moonlit Empire.
The night was dark, but the moon shone brightly. Soft moonlight filtered through the dense forest, illuminating a small, fair face through the gaps in the branches.
This was the capital, this was the royal palace.
The young Letitia possessed a status that commanded the awe of countless people: the beloved daughter of Queen Esmeralda, the ruler of the Moonlit Empire, and the sole heir to the throne of the Moonlit Empire, the noble princess.
At the edge of the woods lay a beautiful lotus pond. Princess Letitia Esmeralda stood in a pavilion beside the pond, her gaze fixed on the moonlit waters. A hint of worry crossed her flawless, fair face.
Just a few months ago, her best friend, her protector, the chief mage of the royal palace, and the youngest female mage in the history of the eight empires to reach the "Dragon Slayer" level, Ottilia, had been sent by Queen Esmeralda to the Great Gan Empire to negotiate a ceasefire agreement. She hadn't returned since. Although Letitia knew the journey to the Great Gan Empire was long and that Ottilia was one of the few archmages on the Cloud Continent to reach the "Dragon Slayer" level, she was still very worried about Ottilia.
The empire had also been quite turbulent recently, with many regions experiencing the kidnapping and sale of beautiful women into slavery. Queen Esmeralda, however, hadn't summoned the high-ranking nobles for several days to discuss matters. Letitia sensed something was amiss; even she hadn't seen Queen Esmeralda in a long time. *
Clatter clatter!*
Letitia's crystal high heels clicked loudly on the ground. The young Princess Esmeralda and the palace's chief mage, Ottilia, were known as the two most beautiful pearls of the empire. Her long, golden hair cascaded down to just above her hips, and beneath a few wispy bangs was a smooth, white forehead. Beneath her delicate eyebrows, a pair of tender, watery eyes blinked gently. A touch of alluring blush graced her flawless face, combining with her small, delicate nose and exquisite pink lips to create the most beautiful face in the world.
Letitia wore a white, sleeveless long dress covered with a layer of pale gold gauze. The hem of the dress reached just above her ankles, revealing her jade-like feet clad in crystal silver high heels. Even within the loose, white dress, Letitia's figure was still subtly revealed.
Night had fallen, and Letitia was preparing to return. She walked through a quiet grove of trees, pushing aside the branches that stretched over the path, her crystal-silver high heels clicking softly.
"Mmm..." Letitia suddenly let out a melodious moan, the sound echoing through the trees. A slight blush crept onto her fair face. For some reason, her body had become increasingly sensitive lately; even the slightest touch of certain objects would produce a strange...pleasure. Letitia knew something was
wrong with her body, but she dared not seek help from the palace physicians. She couldn't describe the pleasurable sensations she felt upon touching anything, and she didn't want anyone to know. Instead, she searched through ancient texts for a solution, but the conclusions drawn from various ancient books were all...she might be a naturally promiscuous woman!
"Am I...so lewd?" Letitia asked, a hint of shame in her expression. She gently pinched her exposed, snow-white arm, a wave of pleasurable sensation washing over her. She couldn't help but pinch herself a few times.
"Mmm...mmm..." The beautiful woman in the gold-silk, snow-white long dress leaned against the trunk of a large tree, her long, slender legs pressed tightly together, panting softly. Her moans echoed through the grove. When Letitia came to her senses, she gritted her teeth, straightened up against the tree trunk, and her flawless white face still flushed. Was she really such a lewd woman?
"I'll wait for Ottilia to return and have her check on me," Leticia muttered to herself. She took a deep breath, her two high, firm breasts heaving, then swaying slightly as she released her breath. Then, Leticia's crystal-silver high heels clicked as she walked out of the woods.
"Princess, something terrible has happened! Her Majesty the Queen...she..." Just as Leticia stepped out of the grove, a maid in white silk rushed towards her from the magnificent palace. The beautiful black-haired maid was extremely anxious, even a tear glistening in her eye. "What is it?" Leticia
asked, looking at the panting black-haired maid.
"The Queen...Her Majesty the Queen is dead..." the black-haired maid said, her voice trembling with sobs.
"What?" Letitia's beautiful eyes widened. She grabbed the petite shoulders of the black-haired maid, her melodious voice rising in pitch: "Say it again? Where is the Queen?"
"Waaah..." The black-haired maid was terrified and burst into tears, "She's in Her Majesty's palace...waaah..."
Letitia turned and, in her crystal silver high heels, quickly ran towards Queen Esmeralda's palace. The hem of her long, snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, revealing Letitia's long, slender, fair legs.
Letitia quickly arrived outside Queen Esmeralda's palace, which was now heavily guarded. The guards in steel armor immediately knelt on one knee in salute upon seeing Letitia, but Letitia had no time to pay them any attention, hurriedly running through the luxurious and noble palace gates.
"What?" Incredulity filled Letitia's eyes; the scene before her was hard for her to accept.
Although she was middle-aged, Queen Esmeralda, still breathtakingly beautiful without showing any signs of aging, wore a dark red, low-cut, halter-neck mini dress. Her long, slender legs were clad in black stockings embroidered with the Imperial Flower and red pointed high heels. Her long, golden hair, like Letitia's, cascaded loosely over her pale eyes.
Most unbelievably, despite her stunningly beautiful and aloof attire, her hands, gloved in black silk, were bound behind her back and hung high behind her fair neck. Her hands, clasped together, were tightly bound together with sap-like bandages. The ropes ran along her arms, around her neck, and back to the front, crisscrossing and forming a tight net around her high, firm breasts.
The ropes crisscrossed along the base of the Moonlit Queen's breasts, which were only partially covered by her dark red, low-cut, halter-neck mini-dress, revealing a large expanse of soft, snow-white flesh. They wrapped around her arms behind her back, then tied in front, finally forming a series of diamond-shaped rope nets around her lower abdomen. A section
then cut out and tightly bound between her two black-stockinged legs, which were visible beneath the red mini-dress, before finally securing it firmly at the back. The Moonlit Queen's two long, slender, and shapely black-stockinged legs were folded and bound together with ropes around her thighs and calves, and then the ropes around her ankles were tied together, forcing her to remain bound in a cross-legged position.
Of course, the tight binding wasn't the cause of the Night Queen's death. A noose was tightly bound around her pale neck, digging deep into her skin. The Night Queen had actually been suspended in mid-air, suffocated to death. Her pink tongue lolled limply from her red lips, her eyes rolled back, and her hair was disheveled as she hung in the air.
"Ahhh!" Leticia screamed upon seeing this, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.
A few days later,
Leticia, dressed in golden royal attire, ascended the throne in a daze, protected by the female knight commander of the female knightly order directly under the Queen and Princess.
Phoenix was the captain of the female knightly order directly under the Queen and Her Highness the Princess. She was also an exceptionally beautiful woman, with long, jet-black hair tied back with a white silk scarf. She wore a silver battle skirt armor, white gloves reaching her elbows, and silver steel bracers covering her wrists and elbows, revealing her snow-white upper arms and shoulders. The skirt, from her fair neck to her thighs, was made of celestial silk, inlaid with silver armor refined from the bones of a giant dragon and lizard. Fine lines divided the armor into sections, both aesthetically pleasing and allowing the armor to move freely. Her beautiful legs, beneath the silver skirt, were first covered with white stockings, then with silver over-the-knee high-heeled boots.
She felt immense guilt, for she was born to protect the Queen and Her Highness the Princess, yet the Queen had been assassinated right before her eyes. She vowed to find the assassin and to diligently assist the new Queen.
A dramatic upheaval occurred in the Moonlit Empire, and the Great Gan Empire welcomed a breathtaking figure: Ottilia, one of the continent's most powerful mages.
The atmosphere in the Great Gan Empire's capital was oppressively tense.
Today, a white-haired witch entered the palace to meet the Great Gan King.
The Great Gan King stared in astonishment at the girl before him; she possessed the renowned title of the continent's strongest mage, yet she was an exquisitely beautiful white-haired girl.
Ottilia's long white hair cascaded down to her waist like a snow-white waterfall. The white-haired girl wore a black magic hat and a black magic robe with star patterns, the loose robe reaching to her knees, revealing a section of her slender, jade-like legs. On her feet were a pair of small red boots, the toes curving upwards, quite beautiful.
The white-haired female mage's beautiful eyes were misty with tears, and her pale red pupils beneath long eyelashes resembled the most beautiful rubies in the world. Her delicate nose framed lips as red as flames. This face alone astonished everyone in the palace. Even more astonishing, however, was her fire magic, known as "Dragon Slayer." Legend had it that she had once unleashed the forbidden technique "Fire Rain Meteor," obliterating an entire city and turning dozens of miles around into scorched earth! Most
importantly, all of this was accomplished by a girl of only seventeen or eighteen!
"It seems the King of Da Gan is unwilling to cease hostilities," the white-haired girl's clear, melodious voice, like the gentle tinkling of silver bells, echoed in the palace.
“That’s right, but…” The King of Da Gan, a very dignified middle-aged man, smiled warmly and invited, “Honorable Archmage, my Da Gan Empire is willing to pay ten or a hundred times the price to hire you as our National Preceptor. The Moonlit Empire is doomed and will soon be destroyed and ruled by my Da Gan Empire.”
“Since that’s the case, then there’s nothing more to say.” The white-haired mage, Ottilia, stretched and blew a few strands of white hair from her forehead.
“Hahaha, I’ll come back to invite you, Ottilia, when my army is at the gates.” The King of Da Gan wasn’t angry and laughed heartily.
“I’m leaving, you’ve wasted so much of my time…” Ottilia’s jade hand, hidden in her black star-patterned magic robe, gripped the magic wand inlaid with a red bead, turned around, and stomped away in her red boots, muttering to herself as she went.
Anyone else who dared to be so disrespectful to the King of Da Gan would have been dragged out and beheaded long ago, but no one dared to stop this white-haired girl. Even if all the experts in the capital were to come out together, they might not be able to stop her. She was one of the strongest mages known as the "Dragon Slayer."
Fortunately, the Moonlit Kingdom only had one such person, otherwise the Da Gan Empire would not dare to oppose the Moonlit Empire.
"Let's go back." Ottilia returned to her carriage, crossed her legs and sat on the seat with her arms crossed. She had traveled a long way to the Da Gan Empire, only to find that the King had no intention of stopping the war. The Moonlit Empire was indeed too weak now. If it weren't for the fact that other countries were wary of her as the chief court mage, they would have already besieged the capital.
After nearly a month, Ottilia finally returned to the border of the Moonlit Empire by carriage. There was a city called "Night Blossom City" there, located on the border, constantly embroiled in war, so it was relatively chaotic.
"Let's rest here for the night," Ottilia instructed her attendant. She had only brought one attendant with her this time, an elven man with pointed ears and wings to drive the carriage. The most obvious characteristic of this race was that they didn't need sleep and could work continuously. The horse was the same; it could be called a "thousand-mile horse." As long as it was fed, it would pull the carriage without stopping.
However, even though the elf and the thousand-mile horse didn't get tired, Ottilia's delicate body was almost exhausted. A month of travel had taken its toll. She was a mage, not a knight or a warrior, and her body was quite delicate.
"Sigh, I heard that a spider king appeared in the Beast Forest thirty miles outside the city and killed many adventurers." Ottilia overheard someone's conversation in the inn. She hid her head under her magic hat to eavesdrop, otherwise her appearance would easily attract attention. Someone had even dared to flirt with her before; if they knew her identity, they would probably be terrified.
"You can't believe it! This monster appeared out of nowhere, supposedly over ten meters tall. Many adventurers are too afraid to enter that forest; life is unbearable. Some even say the spider monster is moving towards Yehua City. What are we going to do?" someone sighed.
Another whispered, "It's said the city lord's army went to hunt down the spider king, but suffered heavy casualties. Some female knights and mages were captured by its silken webs. Does the spider monster also like women?"
After listening for a while, Ottilia decided to personally deal with the spider king. After all, she was the chief mage of the Moonlit Empire. She told the elf to wait for her in Yehua City with the Thousand-Mile Horse, while she herself headed to the forest the adventurers had mentioned.
After searching in the forest for a while, it started to drizzle. As a fire-elemental archmage with an unparalleled affinity for fire, Ottilia naturally couldn't stand the rain. She held a fire shield above her head to evaporate the raindrops falling on her, and continued her journey through the forest.
"Ugh, I hate rainy days," Ottilia complained. She really didn't want to do anything in the rain, so she found a cave several meters high and sat at the entrance, waiting for the rain to pass.
Whoosh!
Ottilia was speechless; a downpour had begun. Unfortunately, her wide-range fire magic couldn't reach that high, otherwise she would have evaporated the rain clouds completely. After placing her magic wand aside, she leaned against a rock and lay down.
The humidity rose, and she didn't want to move at all. Even lifting her arms felt heavy, so she simply closed her eyes and lay down on the ground to sleep.
"Hmm..." She didn't know how much time had passed when Ottilia let out a whimpering sound, feeling the wispy bangs on her forehead being blown by the breeze, making her forehead tingle. She wanted to raise her hand to scratch it.
"Hmm? Waaah?" Ottilia suddenly opened her eyes, her pale red pupils showing confusion, and then she let out a soft "waaah" sound. She couldn't move at all; her whole body was bound in a ball with white silk. When she struggled, her bound body rolled on the ground, and finally, with a "thud," Ottilia's head hit a stone.
"Ooh ooh ooh!" Ottilia groaned in pain, writhing and struggling on the ground. She discovered that thin, almost invisible white silk threads were binding her body one by one. Unbeknownst to her, her hands were bound and fixed to her sides. Then, her beautiful legs, hidden beneath her black star-patterned magic robe, were bound together with spider silk, her thighs and calves folded and intertwined. The silk also wrapped around her calves and upper body, binding her completely in a tight ball.
Of course, when countless strands of spider silk were wrapped around Ottilia, they became very obvious, or rather, many of the thin threads twisted together into a spider silk rope, binding Ottilia and shrinking her into a ball. Ottilia didn't know what was happening; clearly, the spider silk had quietly and slowly bound her while she was asleep.
Spider silk bound Ottilia's delicate body almost from head to toe. Ottilia was now speechless, as even her mouth was tightly bound by the silk, and she could clearly feel the silk taut on her nose and forehead.
"Ugh!" Ottilia tried to struggle, but found that her mage's physical abilities were insufficient to break free of the silk's bindings, not even slightly loosening them.
"Luckily, I'm a dragon-slaying level mage; many spells don't require chanting, heh heh." Although Ottilia often played bondage games with Letitia, this was clearly not the time. This was obviously the giant spider's territory. With her keen senses, she immediately understood why: all creatures within this silken domain should be entangled and bound. However, being on the edge of its domain, and with the rain making Ottilia somewhat irritable, she hadn't noticed.
"Hmm..." Ottilia rolled over with a muffled groan. Her exquisite red lips were bound and restricted by spider silk, which even tightened between her pearly white teeth. Her delicate pink tongue seemed to be bound and fixed in the center of her mouth by the split spider silk. The sharp, fine spider silk seemed to dig tightly into the soft flesh of her pink tongue, causing a slight stinging sensation. Ottilia dared not move or struggle, for fear that the spider silk would hurt her tongue.
A thick layer of snow-white spider silk wrapped around the outside of Ottilia's mouth. If an ordinary woman were bound and restricted by this invisible spider silk domain, she would probably have little ability to resist. But who was Ottilia? A genius girl mage of the "Dragon Slayer" level. She could cast many fire spells without chanting.
Her "Dragon Slayer" level magical perception surged, and numerous fire elements gathered, forming a flaming longsword that blazed red flames in the air. She immediately slashed at the spider silk binding Ottilia's delicate body.
However, the strike missed; the girl's body vanished from its spot, and the flaming longsword, having lost Ottilia's control, immediately dissipated into thin air.
"Whoosh!" Ottilia cried out as she darted into the deep passageway of the cave. Just as she raised her flaming longsword to cut through the spider silk, a spider silk, barely visible to the naked eye, shot from the depths of the cave, clinging to Ottilia's bound body and violently pulling the white-haired mage deeper into the cave.
The white-haired girl's delicate body, bound in a ball, was pulled deeper into the cave tunnel at a speed that blurred Ottilia's vision. When her slightly dizzy head and pale red pupils refocused, she found herself hanging on a spiderweb, her body bound in silvery-white spider silk.
The deepest part of the tunnel was a large cavern, illuminated by several enormous noctilucous crystals, its walls covered in silvery spider silk. A huge, silvery-white spiderweb stretched across the cavern.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" A terrifying scene unfolded before Ottilia's eyes. She saw beautiful adventurers bound in various positions by the strong, silvery-white spider silk, hanging from the Spider King. These beautiful adventurers emitted melodious moans, their faces flushed as they writhed in the web, their bodies tightly bound by the silk.
"Mmm...ahhhhh!" Not far from Ottilia, a female mage with long red hair let out a soft cry. She was bound in a crooked position by spider silk ropes, her hands tied behind her back and suspended below her neck. Her magic robes were tattered, with only a few pieces still hanging on her vital parts. Her large breasts were swollen and constricted by the spider silk through the gaps in the robes, revealing that her breasts were red and swollen from the silk.
Her two long, slender legs, bound together with silver spider silk ropes, were spread apart and tied to the spider web. The female mage tried to tighten her legs, but the spider silk was desperately strong, holding her firmly in that position. At this moment, she let out a beautiful cry, her face flushed, and her eyes glazed over.
"Whoosh!" Ottilia's pale red pupils trembled as she witnessed an unbelievable scene. From under the female mage's skirt, spider eggs, each about half the size of a fist, gurgled and splattered onto the ground, dripping with an unidentified wet liquid. Then, the eggs hatched, and baby spiders crawled out, slowly disappearing through the various tunnels of the enormous cave.
"Ugh...uh...ahhhhhh!" Numerous spider eggs rolled down from under the female mage's skirt. As the last egg fell to the ground, the mage let out a loud moan, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted, helplessly suspended from the spider web by four hooves.
Ottilia's delicate body trembled. This wretched giant spider had actually bound these beautiful adventurers to lay its eggs for her? She noticed that most of the women not bound by spider silk had slightly swollen bellies, clearly also being used by the giant spider as egg-laying tools.
Ottilia discovered that the spider silk wrapped around her body like small cocoons was slowly twisting into strands of silvery-white, thumb-thick spider silk ropes. Her hands were twisted behind her back by the spider silk ropes and tied together parallel to each other. Other ropes were tied around the base of her high, firm breasts under her black star-patterned magic robe, forming a somewhat messy web. Her two smooth, snow-white legs under the black star-patterned magic robe were tied together and then bent and folded up, fixing her ankles to the spider web above her head.
Now, Ottilia was backed against the spider web, but her two snow-white legs, bound together and bent upwards above her head, meant that Ottilia was now completely exposing the mysterious area beneath her black star-patterned magic robe. From outside the robe, one could vaguely see her pale blue and white silk panties...
"Ugh?" Ottilia was still reeling from the breathtaking scene in the cave when, in the blink of an eye, the spider silk binding her had transformed into silvery-white spider silk ropes, binding her securely and arranging her in this eagerly awaiting position?
Suddenly, the light from the night crystal overhead was shrouded in darkness. Ottilia looked up and saw a giant spider, several meters tall, its entire body gleaming black. Its carapace shimmered with a dark sheen, and eight sharp, dagger-like legs emerged from its fine silk, assuming a mating posture. From its massive rear end, a black, rod-like object dripping with a disgusting green slime shot out and reached towards the hem of Ottilia's magic robe.
"Whoosh!" Ottilia's pale red pupils glowed brightly, and a terrifying beam of red flame exploded on the black spider, blasting it away.
"Clang!"
Ottilia, still bound and raised above her head, conjured two flaming longswords that slashed at the silver-white spider silk binding her. She was startled; this giant black spider was indeed formidable. Although she had casually conjured the flaming longswords, with her "Dragon Slayer" level strength, cutting through spider silk was a piece of cake. A gleam flashed in her pale red pupils, and the blades of the flaming longswords instantly turned a vibrant red, their intense heat almost distorting the air.
"Whoosh." The vibrant red flaming longswords still severed the silver-white spider silk binding Ottilia in that lewd position. The white-haired girl ripped off the remaining spider silk, then carefully picked up a magic dagger and placed it between her red lips. After severing the ultra-fine spider silk binding her pink tongue, Ottilia moved her lips slightly.
"You're so unlucky to have run into me." Ottilia stretched, pulling her overturned magic robe back down, concealing her fair, shapely legs, leaving only a small section of her calves exposed. She extended her fingers, flicked her slender fingers, and the magic wand placed at the cave entrance immediately flew out, landing in her palm.
*Sizzle!
* The large black spider seemed utterly enraged by Ottilia, roaring as its massive web trembled, spraying silver silk from all directions to envelop Ottilia's petite body, forming a giant white cocoon.
But soon, a brilliant red flame erupted from the center of the cocoon, burning the entire thing to ashes. Ottilia carefully controlled the range of the flames, fearing they might harm the innocent, pitiful female adventurers.
The temperature in the entire cave instantly rose. The female adventurers, seemingly under the influence of the Spider King's aphrodisiac, began to writhe and moan, their bodies tightly bound by spider silk and secured to the web. The high temperature intensified the effects of the aphrodisiac, causing their faces to flush, tongues to loll out, and eyes to gleam with a fleshy light.
Suddenly,
the black Spider King roared in fury, transforming into the form the adventurers had described. Its body began to rise, eventually bursting through the cave, revealing the moonlight. The rain had finally stopped, but the air remained incredibly humid, much to Ottilia's displeasure.
She waved her magic wand, and a wall of blazing fire appeared above the spiderweb, instantly vaporizing the falling debris.
"Fire Dragon!" Ottilia cried out, the ruby on her wand gleaming brightly. With a terrifying roar, a giant fire dragon, tens of meters long, appeared in the air, engaging the black spider in battle.
The white-haired female mage leisurely used magic to burn the spider silk binding the beautiful adventurers. Unfortunately, she wasn't a light mage and couldn't cure the aphrodisiac in their bodies. Some of the female adventurers who had just expelled spider eggs seemed calmer, but still kept panting. Those female adventurers whose bellies were still swollen were all blushing. Some still retained some consciousness and secretly squatted down to put their hands under their skirts. Some who were more seriously poisoned were embracing each other and kissing each other wildly, their hands reaching towards each other's breasts, skirts, and buttocks...
"Mmm..." A beautiful assassin reached her small hand under her skirt, seemingly fiddling with something. A blush rose on her fair face, and she gasped softly. Her breasts, covered by a few pieces of clothing, were exposed, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin—a sight to behold. She squatted there, moaning continuously. After a loud, uncontrollable cry, spider eggs stained with an unknown liquid slid off from under her skirt. Seemingly "premature," these eggs hadn't hatched like the ones Ottilia had seen before.
*Sizzle!*
A piercing scream echoed through the forest from the Black Spider King. A crimson fire dragon, with wings on its back and powerful, terrifyingly hot claws, gripped the Black Spider King, releasing white vapors that caused the spider web to scream in pain. Its strongest silk instantly turned to smoke before the crimson dragon. With a sharp scream, two of its legs were torn off by the dragon, staining the sky with a ghastly green blood.
"Trying to run?" Ottilia raised a delicate eyebrow. A magic circle appeared on the sole of her red boots. Although fire mages couldn't fly like wind mages, they had other methods. She climbed onto the crimson dragon's back and, riding it, chased after the Black Spider King.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrifying fireballs rained down from the sky, exploding and blasting the black spider king into a horrifying frenzy. Its glossy black body was charred black, but the giant spider was incredibly resilient. Even without its two legs, it remained remarkably fast, finally disappearing into the mountains as it lay dying.
While fire magic possesses the most terrifying destructive power, it also has its drawbacks, which are particularly evident even for legendary "Dragon Slayer" level mages.
After resolving the scourge of Yehua City, Ottilia left the city by carriage the next day. The elf and her magnificent steed continued their journey towards the capital of the Moonlit Empire as usual, until they were stopped by an army.
Audrey, somewhat bored, leaned against the window gazing at the scenery outside. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the elf, followed immediately by the swift horse. The passive fire magic robe beside Audrey, sensing danger, automatically burst into flames. Several steel arrows pierced through the carriage curtains and reached inside, but were vaporized before reaching Audrey.
The carriage instantly disintegrated, and the white-haired girl landed on the ground in a ball of flame, her red boots tumbling down. Clutching her magic wand, she looked at the elf and the swift horse, riddled with arrows and their blood splattered everywhere. Her gaze grew cold as she looked towards the army; the raised banners seemed to belong to the royal army.
The Royal Guard?
"You're the royal army?" Audrey said coldly.
"Ottilia?" The leading officer looked at her coldly and shouted, "Ottilia, as the chief mage of the royal court, you have committed adultery with the king, cruelly murdered the queen, forced the young princess to ascend the throne, and plunged the Moonlit Empire into turmoil! Grand Duke Rosimic has already obtained evidence of your treason! You dare to return home? Surrender now and come with me back to the capital to atone for your crimes!"
"What did you say? The queen is dead? Where is Princess Leticia?" Ottilia said coldly.
"Princess Leticia is still young, yet because of your adultery with the empire, she has lost the empire's forever beloved Queen Esmeralda. Now she is exhausted and seriously ill, and the affairs of state are being handled by Grand Duke Rosimic, who has already obtained evidence of your adultery with the empire. Guards, seize this wicked woman!" the leading officer roared.
"Letitia is seriously ill? Grand Duke Rosimic?" Ottilia's pale red pupils gradually turned cold. The queen had been assassinated, and the new queen, Letitia, was also seriously ill. She knew that Grand Duke Rosimic had long been plotting to usurp the throne, but she also knew that Grand Duke Rosimic was merely a figurehead pushed out by the darkest place in the kingdom. In reality, the real power belonged to a very mysterious person.
The ground beneath Ottilia's feet began to tremble, and various pre-laid traps launched into the air. Surrounded by an army of ten thousand, Ottilia sneered at the situation. She said calmly, "You seem to have forgotten who intimidated the Great Gan Empire. It wasn't you bunch of good-for-nothings, but me!"
"Grand Duke Rosimik's men? Heh, all of you, die!"
A few minutes later, the area around her was reduced to scorched earth, dust billowing everywhere. Only a beautiful figure remained amidst the swirling dust. Ottilia frowned. She had actually forgotten to leave any survivors...
"Too...too terrifying...Is this the power of a 'Dragon Slayer'?" In the scorched earth within a radius of several miles, only one person remained, lying on the ground, barely alive. Most of his clothes were burned away, revealing a somewhat fat body. He was a bearded young man, or rather, more like a middle-aged man. Half of his beard was burned away, and he had small eyes and a slightly lewd appearance.
He was a transport soldier pushing a wagon, hiding at the very back of the battlefield, which is how he survived. Leaning against a somewhat broken wooden crate, he looked at the horrific battlefield with lingering fear. It had been too long since "Dragon Slayer" level mages had truly fought in the public eye, leading people to seem to have forgotten the terrifying power of such archmages.
Grand Duke Rosimik had dispatched tens of thousands of elite troops this time, prepared a vast array of magical artifacts, and laid numerous traps. Everyone was determined to succeed. Even Grand Duke Rosimik felt that dealing with a mere young girl mage was already a huge undertaking, yet they had all been reduced to ashes by this white
-haired girl. It was simply terrifying! That beautiful figure had transformed into a fearsome witch in the bearded man's eyes! "There's still an event?" Now, this white-haired witch stood before him, her melodious voice simply... no! This girl had just vaporized an army of ten thousand with forbidden fire magic! The bearded man trembled with fear, lying on the ground, too terrified to lift his head.
"Raise your head for me!" A small red boot with its toes curving upwards stepped next to the bearded man's head. He immediately began to tremble, clutching his head and crying out, "Spare...spare me! I...I...I...we were only here on the orders of Grand Duke Rosimic, please...spare me!"
"I told you to raise your head!" Ottilia snapped, slamming her magic wand into the ground next to the man's face.
"Yes...yes, Lady Ottilia, please forgive my rudeness..." The bearded man shakily stood up and raised his head, his somewhat lewd eyes stealthily glancing at Ottilia's beautiful face before quickly averting his gaze, trembling as he said, "Please spare me, I'm willing to do anything for Miss Ottilia!"
"Tell me, how is the capital now?" Ottilia asked.
"Her Majesty the Queen has been assassinated, and Princess Letitia ascended the throne, but she soon fell ill. Now, in the capital... the ministers have proposed that Grand Duke Rosimic temporarily take charge of the capital, and it seems that Princess Letitia has even given her permission..." the bearded man said, still trembling.
"What?" Ottilia frowned. "You dare to attack me? Who gave you the order?"
"This..." the bearded man hesitated.
"Speak," Ottilia snapped.
"Grand Duke Rosimic has evidence of your adultery with the Great Gan Empire and your assassination attempt on the Queen. Now you are a wanted criminal of the Empire, and people... they all say you are the most lewd witch, which is why your magical cultivation is so fast..." the bearded man said fearfully, afraid that this white-haired witch would evaporate him in a fit of anger.
"What?" Ottilia was almost furious. She had gone through so much trouble to negotiate peace with the Great Gan Empire, and when she returned, she had become the "most lewd witch"? " And you've become a wanted criminal of the Empire?
" "Spare me! Ah..." The bearded man hurriedly crouched down, covering his head in fear, but the movement caused him to bump into a broken wooden crate behind him, spilling some things out.
"What is this?" Ottilia asked.
"That..." the bearded man said hesitantly, "Grand Duke Rosimic said you are a traitor to the Empire, and the most lewd witch... Keeping such a lewd witch in the court is the greatest sin in the court's history, so he demanded we capture you alive... These are tools to bind you..."
Ottilia's eyes darted around, and she chuckled, "Do you want to become the hero who captures the most lewd witch of the Empire?" "No! No!" the bearded man immediately begged for mercy, covering his head in fear.
"I ask you, do you want to become the hero who captures the most evil and lewd witch?" Ottilia asked again.
"Oh dear, please, my lord mage, spare me! Don't joke with me!" The stubble-faced man was practically in tears. Heaven knows what this witch was up to!
Ottilia, in her little red boots, walked to the front of the wooden crate, grabbed a stunning dress and a bundle of golden rope. Inside the crate were a whole bunch of things she didn't recognize. She laughed, "Come on, use all of these on me. From now on, you're the imperial hero who captured the lewd witch!"
"I...I dare not..." the stubble-faced man cried, a strong feeling that this terrifying "dragon slayer" level female mage was toying with him. If he said "yes," would she instantly vaporize him with her terrifying fire magic?
Roar!
The stubble-faced man's lips curled into a cold smile as he saw the white-haired young mage before him. Suddenly, a roar erupted from above, and a torrent of scorching air swept over him. The stubble-faced man's legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling violently. A colossal fiery dragon, tens of meters tall, opened its blood-red maw, poised to bite him.
"Lady Otilia, spare...spare me!" the stubble-faced man kowtowed repeatedly, the sound of his head hitting the grass echoing loudly.
Otilia's beautiful, pale red eyes gleamed with disdain. Could this man be any more pathetic? She sneered, "I'll ask you one more time, do you want to be this 'hero'?"
"Yes! I'll do it, okay?" The stubble-faced man trembled, on the verge of tears. He finally understood that the white-haired magician before him wasn't joking. Although he was cowardly, he was definitely intelligent. Of course, he had no real resources; even if the white-haired magician made him kneel down and lick her red boots, he would kneel down and do it if it meant he would live.
His eyes darted around; he had actually figured out what the white-haired girl, Ottilia, was thinking. In the capital, those with real power and foresight knew that in the darkest depths of the capital, someone was plotting to seize the throne of the Moonlit Empire.
On the surface, it appears that Grand Duke Rosimik is clumsily opposing the royal family. Those in the know understand that Grand Duke Rosimik is merely a figurehead pushed forward by the mastermind. This is why Queen Moonlit hasn't touched Grand Duke Rosimik; she actually wants to use him to uncover the true identity of that person. But now it's too late. The queen has been murdered, and the young princess has been forced to ascend the throne but is also being controlled. The power of the capital has truly fallen into the hands of the mastermind.
However, if the mastermind wants to truly gain control of the Moonlit Empire, there is one more person who must be eliminated: the young and beautiful white-haired girl before them—Ottilia, one of the few "Dragon Slayer" level archmages on the Cloud Continent.
Ottilia was Princess Letitia's closest confidante; their relationship could be described as that of best sisters. With the royal family in peril, a young mage of "Dragon Slayer" level power could not stand idly by. Therefore, Grand Duke Rosimik dispatched a large army to besiege Ottilia. Capturing her alive would be ideal, but if not, he ordered her execution.
With Grand Duke Rosimik's power, coupled with the influence of the mastermind behind the scenes, whose influence spanned countless territories of the Moonlit Empire, it took less than three days to frame one of the empire's two jewels—a young mage possessing terrifying "Dragon Slayer" level power—as an adulterous woman who had committed adultery with the king. She was branded with the stigma of being the "most lewd witch," and the accusation was presented as seemingly plausible evidence, using Ottilia's attainment of "Dragon Slayer" level power at such a young age to solidify the label of "most lewd witch."
On the continent, all beings with "Dragon Slayer" level strength are advanced in age; the youngest "Dragon Slayer" level being in history was over fifty. Yet, Ottilia achieved this at the tender age of a young girl. Coupled with the news of the Queen's assassination, the evidence presented by Grand Duke Rosimik, and the princess's own "confession," the entire Moonlit Empire was enraged, and all their anger was directed at Ottilia.
Although Ottilia was the chief court mage of the Moonlit Empire's royal family, she rarely appeared in public and hadn't cultivated any power base. Therefore, her reputation within the empire was far inferior to that of Grand Duke Rosimik, who feigned benevolence to create a false image of compassion for the people. Thus, Ottilia had now reached a point of infamy and was universally despised.
However, even Grand Duke Rosimik... or rather, the mastermind behind him, hadn't anticipated the power of a "Dragon Slayer" level expert. A legion of over ten thousand highly skilled guards, having laid countless traps, were all reduced to ashes by the white-haired mage's terrifying fire magic. Opportunities for "Dragon Slayers" on the continent were so rare that people had forgotten the true meaning of "Dragon Slayer."
It's important to remember that dragons were once one of the most powerful races on the Cloud Continent. The key was that while their numbers were small, each dragon was devastatingly powerful. Of course, over time, due to reproductive issues, the dragon population gradually decreased, eventually becoming a marker of strength.
Clearly, the white-haired mage before her had discerned her predicament from the previous situation in the empire and the information he had revealed. If Ottilia were to head straight for the capital now, even if she swept away all the methods employed by the mastermind and Grand Duke Rosimik with "Dragon Slayer" level power, she would be powerless against their threat of Princess Letitia.
Even if Otilia rescued the princess and eradicated Grand Duke Rosimic's power, she still wouldn't be able to find the mastermind. The empire's cancer would continue to grow in secret. Otilia's actions were likely not just about rescuing Princess Letitia, but also about destroying the mastermind's power and securing Letitia's throne.
Why did Grand Duke Rosimic, or rather the mastermind, want to capture Otilia? It was because of her terrifying "dragon-slayer" level strength. The white-haired girl Otilia seemed acutely aware that if a mage like her fell into their hands, they would do everything in their power to control her, which naturally created the possibility of meeting the mastermind.
Of course, the reason why the white-haired girl dared to do this was because she was confident in her own strength. The stubble-faced man shuddered when he thought of the terrifying fire magic that descended from the sky and evaporated a large number of warriors. He thought that only a "dragon slayer" level being like Ottilia would dare to risk her life to do this.
"Heh, you're smart enough to know your place." Ottilia snapped her slender, jade-like fingers, and the enormous fiery dragon vanished from the stubble-faced man's head. This action sent another chill down the man's spine. Mages need to chant to cast spells, but this white-haired girl was powerful enough to cast a terrifying spell like "Fiery Dragon" without chanting? This was simply terrifying... No wonder she was so confident...
"Heh, you dare to come and besiege me with your army, and you even look like you want to capture me alive. Are these tools to restrain me?" Ottilia held a beautiful dress in her left hand and a large bundle of golden rope in her right. Then she looked down at the pile of strange tools in the wooden box and smiled faintly, "Looks like you're the one transporting these things, following behind so closely. No wonder you weren't blown up by my magic."
"Stand up for me, and explain the effects of these items to me." Ottilia, her long white hair flowing, kicked the stubble-faced man's leg hard in her red boots.
"Yes...yes!" The stubble-faced man scrambled to his feet, dusted himself off, and walked to the wooden box. He glanced at Ottilia fearfully, his voice trembling as he said, "Um...Lady Ottilia, I only know a small part of the origins and effects of these items."
"Speak!" Ottilia said calmly.
The stubble-faced man bent down and picked up a golden collar. A broken silver chain, no longer than a finger, hung from one corner of the collar, as if it had been pulled hard. The collar was entirely made of golden metal, its surface engraved with strings of ancient, mysterious, strange characters that emanated a white holy light, neatly arranged around the entire collar.
“This is a magic-suppressing collar. I heard from the captain that it seems to be made from the resin of the Demon-Hidden Tree mixed with Holy Gold and Divine Iron, and crafted by a great alchemist using a magic-suppressing secret technique. It seems they tested it before coming here. Even the powerful mage, the Archnis, could no longer chant or use magic after wearing this magic-suppressing collar,” the bearded man said.
“Arkenis? That flamboyant mage guild leader? Heh, just a hollow title,” Ottilia scoffed. There was no magic-suppressing collar in this world that could prevent a “Dragon Slayer” level mage from using magic, even if it was made from the resin of the Demon-Hidden Tree.
The Demon-Hidden Tree was a magical tree that appeared on the continent long ago. It was said that mages would be enveloped by the power of this magical tree and thus be silenced from magic if they approached it. However, even if the vines of the Demon-Hidden Tree were tied to Ottilia, she felt it was impossible for them to restrict her magic power. There was no particular reason; the words “Dragon Slayer” explained everything.
"Yes, yes! This kind of thing is naturally nothing to you," the stubble-faced man quickly flattered.
He then pulled a golden box from the wooden crate. Inside, a soft, slippery, light blue, transparent object appeared. The man turned the box towards Ottilia and said in a deep voice, "Lady Ottilia, this is Ice Silkworm Feather Cotton. It's used... it's used to gag you. After gaging you with this Ice Silkworm Feather Cotton, you won't be able to chant magic. Your voice will be absorbed into this Ice Silkworm Feather Cotton, and it was spit out by an Ice Silkworm from the summit of Mount Foxnis." "Feathered Cotton possesses extremely powerful ice elemental properties, which can effectively suppress your fire elemental power."
The stubble-faced man picked up another small bottle containing a viscous red liquid and said, "After using the Ice Silk Feathered Cotton to seal your mouth, you need to use it with this glue. This glue is made from the mucus secreted by the Night Demon Flower mixed with deep-sea heavy water. After applying it to the center of your red lips, it will quickly turn into an extremely sticky substance upon contact with air, completely sealing your mouth. Of course, this glue has a very obvious flaw: it will dissolve upon contact with high-concentration salt water."
"Night Demon Flower? Deep-sea heavy water? Heh, that old bastard Rosimik is really cautious. After using the Ice Silk Feathered Cotton, he still needs to use this glue. It seems he is very afraid of my magic." Ottilia sneered. Although she could cast many powerful spells without chanting, forbidden spells such as "Fire Rain Meteor," "Great Volcano," and "Flame Collapse" still required chanting to cast.
The bearded man quickly said, "Lady Ottilia is the most powerful fire mage on the Cloud Continent."
"Continue," Ottilia said calmly, seemingly completely unmoved by the bearded man's flattery.
The bearded man bent down and grabbed a black eye patch from the wooden box. He whispered, "This Night's Veil is made from the fur of a Dark Night Beast. It's inscribed with the magic of 'Nightfall.' It can continuously absorb dark elements from the air to perpetually activate the Nightfall spell. Once you wear this eye patch, you won't be able to see anything."
The bearded man then looked at the large bundle of golden rope in Ottilia's hand. He slowly said, "The bundle of rope in your hand is used to bind you tightly, to imprison the flow of magic within you, and to restrict your movements."
Ottilia lowered her pretty little head to look at the large bundle of golden rope in her hand. This golden rope seemed to be covered with a golden frosted material, but not completely; it was scattered but seemed to fit a certain shape. Inside was a slightly transparent white rope.
“Your Excellency Ottilia, this rope is forged from the tendons of the Sinister Dragon, and its surface is coated with golden divine sand to enhance its strength several times over. It also possesses the forbidden magic power of the Sinister Dragon,” the stubble-faced man explained.
“Sinister Dragon? You mean that giant lizard that called itself a dragon decades ago? Heh, I didn’t expect it to have been skinned alive after being missing for so long. Just a fake dragon. It seems that old man Rosimick really underestimates me. No wonder he naively sent you bunch of good-for-nothings to attack me.” Ottilia’s exquisitely beautiful, porcelain-like face showed disdain.
“Yes, yes, you’re right,” the stubble-faced man hurriedly nodded and bowed obsequiously.
“And what else? What’s with this dress? Are you going to dress me up after capturing me?” Ottilia shook the dress in her hand and said calmly.
"This humble man, Ashburn, doesn't know. After all, I'm just a cart pusher behind the army lines. What I know is all from what others have told me. Some of the items... were given to Grand Duke Rosimik by some ambitious people who hate your actions. They said they wanted to capture you and bring you back to the capital to execute you in front of the kingdom's people, you... the most lewd witch, you adulterous woman who has harmed the empire..." the bearded man, Ashburn, said cautiously.
"Hmph!" Ottilia sneered, her red boots lightly stomping, instantly distorting the surrounding air with fire. Ashburn trembled, almost kneeling and begging for mercy, fearing he might say something wrong.
"It's said that Grand Duke Rosimik specifically instructed that you be dressed in these clothes. I really don't know what the secret is," Ashburn said tremblingly, until the fire subsided.
"What is this?" Ottilia suddenly noticed the folded clothing inside the wooden box. It seemed to be worn, like a pair of trousers, silky and smooth, black.
Ashburn quickly explained, "I know this little one. It seems to be something called stockings. It was designed by a famous fashion designer from the Sunset Empire. You know high heels? That designer also created them. Now they're popular all over the continent, and it seems many women in the Sunset Empire have embraced them. They perfectly flatter a woman's leg shape. Women with less-than-ideal leg shapes look much better in them, and women with good leg shapes look even better. They enhance a woman's charm."
"Really?" Ottilia touched the smooth, silky black stockings in her hand, feeling a little tempted.
Ottilia pondered for a moment. She was prepared to sacrifice something if this cowardly, afraid-to-die guy had captured her. This dress was something Grand Duke Rosimik had specifically instructed her to wear, so if she wanted to carry out her plan, she had no choice but to change. Besides, the dress and black stockings were quite beautiful…
Ottilia was a girl, and still in her adolescence; she was naturally drawn to beautiful things.
“Turn around. If I see you peeking, hmph…” the white-haired girl said fiercely in a coquettish voice. Far from being vicious, she looked rather cute, causing Ashburn to momentarily lose his composure.
Ashburn immediately shuddered. This white-haired girl had recently vaporized an army of over ten thousand with fire magic; she was clearly a witch! He couldn't be deceived by the white-haired witch's beautiful exterior! In myths and legends, demons always seem to wear beautiful exteriors...
He quickly turned away, though he desperately wanted to peek, he had to resist, otherwise one glance from this white-haired girl might turn him to ashes! Of course, Ashburn's mind automatically conjured up the alluring figure beneath the white-haired girl's black star-patterned magic robe...
Ottilia didn't believe this cowardly little devil would dare to peek, but she still ran behind a grove of trees, thinking that this magic robe would probably be discarded here anyway, so she simply used fire magic to ignite it, burning it to ashes. Instantly, she was only wearing a white lace bra and pink panties.
Although Ottilia often hid her body under her magic robe, only revealing a section of her snow-white calves, her figure was still very good. Although she was still a teenager, she was already over 1.6 meters tall, and her chest was also quite full.
Glancing at the coward to see if he dared to peek, Ottilia's fair face flushed slightly. Although no one could see, this was still outside, not in her own room, and it was incredibly embarrassing…
“What?” Ottilia tried to put on the dress, but it was enchanted; the bodice glowed faintly. Ottilia immediately realized the dress had a conditional spell, preventing her from wearing her white lace bra under it.
“Damn it…” Ottilia gritted her teeth. Whoever set this dress with the conditional spell was an animal… She hesitated for a moment. For Letitia, what did a little suffering matter?! Besides, what was this tiny bit of expectation she felt?!
Ottilia could only put on the dress by following the method to undo the conditional spell. There was no other way; unless she destroyed the dress, she couldn't undo the conditional spell. She was a fire mage and didn't know this kind of magic.
It was a red, sleeveless, off-the-shoulder dress. A golden ring adorned Ottilia's fair neck, extending downwards and outwards from the ring, wrapping around her armpits and down her back. The white bodice tightly hugged Ottilia's already ample breasts, with a cutout in the center of her high, firm breasts, revealing a considerable cleavage and snow-white skin.
Ottilia took a deep breath. The white dress hugged part of her breasts incredibly tightly, showcasing her roundness perfectly. Although it was reinforced, a slight bulge was still visible, causing Ottilia's face to flush instantly. She cursed the designer of the dress inwardly.
A white, delicate corset transformed into a dark red dress. It was a cinched-waist design, the skirt cascading gracefully from Ottilia's lower abdomen down to just above her long, slender, fair legs, barely covering the top of her thighs. The cinched waist made her already tall figure appear even longer. The hem was trimmed with black lace, adding to its beauty.
"Ah...the skirt is so short..." A blush rose to Ottilia's face, and she became somewhat shy. It was the first time she'd worn such a short skirt, her two snow-white, smooth legs exposed to the air, making her feel a little uncomfortable, yet secretly, she found it beautiful.
Then, from behind, the dress, which stretched downwards from the golden ring, transformed into thin red ribbons that intertwined on Ottilia's smooth, snow-white back, revealing her sensual shoulder blades. Her long white hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall.
Although the design of the dress made Ottilia secretly grit her teeth, she had to admit it was an extremely beautiful dress. As Ottilia blushed, her heart pounded. Despite some dissatisfaction, she was overall very pleased.
She glanced at the clothes laid out on the lawn, picked up the two black silk gloves, and slowly put them on her two exposed, snow-white arms. The gloves clung tightly to her arms, their semi-transparent black fabric adorned with beautiful black patterns that shifted between translucency and black, creating a striking effect. The gloves extended from the chest down to the center of her upper arms, featuring a semi-oval, pointed lace design. The two black silk gloves perfectly complemented her dark red dress.
Ottilia inwardly scoffed, "These gloves are practically tailor-made! Is Grand Duke Rosimick some kind of perverted old man spying on me?" The white-haired girl couldn't help but shudder. Was capturing her alive to satisfy some of his fetishes...? But then she sneered, "Just wait and see how I render all that fat off you!"
Ottilia's eyes lit up, and the black stockings were reflected in her pale red pupils. She was very interested in this thing called "stockings." She held the folded black stockings in her small hands, which were covered by black silk gloves. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She found that although the gloves were on her hands through a semi-transparent silk layer, she could still clearly feel the texture of the black stockings.
Ottilia unfolded the folded black stockings, revealing a garment inside that had fallen out. She caught it in her hand, her face flushing slightly. It was a pair of light pink, ultra-thin panties. According to Grand Duke Rosimic, she seemed to have no choice but to change into these light pink, ultra-thin panties…
With no other option, Ottilia gritted her teeth and put them on. She had to admit, they were very comfortable, with a cool, refreshing feel. They hugged her shapely buttocks tightly, but without any tightness; it felt almost like… she wasn't wearing anything at all! Ottilia discreetly lifted
the hem of her miniskirt to confirm she was indeed wearing the light pink, ultra-thin panties before letting out a sigh of relief. Then, her gaze fell upon the black stockings.
"It seems a little small." Ottilia pouted her pink lips. Her two snow-white, smooth legs were already very slender and even, with an absolutely perfect leg shape, but it seemed that these stockings were a bit too big for her. She shook her beautiful little head with her white hair, and tugged at the black stockings in her hands. They seemed quite elastic.
"It must be a tight-fitting design." Ottilia thought for a moment, then grabbed the bottom of the black stockings with both hands, and then lifted one of her slender, white legs to step her drool-worthy delicate foot inside. She slowly pulled the stockings in, until her slender foot reached the foot of the black stockings.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Ottilia's eyes lit up, and she let out an excited moan. Her right leg was tightly wrapped in thin, gossamer-like black stockings, but she didn't feel any obstruction. On the contrary, she felt a comfortable sensation wearing the thin stockings. She slipped her other leg into the black stockings as well, pulling them all the way down to her pale pink panties. Then, the dark red skirt swayed as she released her hands.
"Hmm, so beautiful." Ottilia was very satisfied. At this moment, her two sexy and alluring legs in black stockings were revealed beneath her dark red mini-skirt. The white-haired girl gently lifted her legs and made some movements. Her movements were not hindered at all by the black stockings that clung to her beautiful legs. In fact, they made her legs look even more beautiful. The black stockings weren't pure black; they revealed a certain amount of the flesh color of Ottilia's legs beneath them, making her two beautiful legs even more alluring.
Wearing sexy black silk gloves, revealing a sliver of her fair upper arms and smooth, white shoulders, her high, full breasts were perfectly encased in a tight white bralette. Beneath a dark red mini-dress, her two stunningly beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, swayed slightly.
This was the first time Ottilia had dressed so sexily, mainly due to the tight white bralette, the mini-dress design, and the black stockings on her legs, which showcased her perfect figure flawlessly, causing a blush to rise on her face.
Only a pair of high heels lay on the lawn—red pointed-toe heels with slender, approximately 10-centimeter heels, connected to the ankles by two long, thin red straps.
Ottilia only ever saw Letitia wearing high heels. These shoes, once designed, became a symbol, mainly because the designer's designs were so perfect. Aside from being inconvenient to walk in, they amplified the charm and allure of women wearing high heels to an extreme degree. As a princess and the sole heir to the throne, Letitia naturally had to wear gorgeous dresses and high heels constantly to maintain the noble and dignified aura of royalty.
Ottilia had been reluctantly forced to try them on for a few days under Letitia's coaxing, but they were unbearably uncomfortable. She still preferred her magician's boots. Later, seeing that Ottilia really disliked high heels, Letitia didn't force her to wear them anymore.
At this point, Ottilia felt that she was already wearing a dark red mini-dress, black silk gloves, and black stockings, so why was she still agonizing over a pair of shoes? Besides, although she didn't want to wear them, she secretly admitted that the designer's high heels were indeed very good.
"Fine, I'll wear them then. My passive magic can automatically restore my health when I'm injured. Do you think I'm afraid of these high heels?"
Ottilia squatted down, bending her beautiful black-stockinged legs, picked up the pair of red pointed high heels, and slowly slipped them onto her two black-stockinged feet. She crisscrossed the thin red straps all the way up to her ankles, and the intersection of the last two straps emitted a pale red light, perfectly merging together. Now, no matter how hard Ottilia swung her black-stockinged legs, she couldn't kick the red pointed high heels off her feet.
The slender heels dug into the thick grass. Walking on the lawn in high heels was quite inconvenient; with the slightest pressure, the heels would sink into the mud, making walking very difficult. With heels about 10 centimeters high, Ottilia's delicate body, clad in a dark red mini-dress, black stockings, and red strappy pointed-toe heels, swayed with every step.
The white-haired girl cursed the old man, Duke Rosimick, inwardly. His entire outfit seemed perfectly suited to her figure; had he been secretly watching her for a long time?
"Alright, I'm dressed. Turn around." Ottilia walked somewhat unsteadily to the wooden box. The bearded man, Ashburn, stood there with his back turned, not even turning around when he heard her voice, and was even drooling.
"What are you thinking?" Ottilia huffed, raising her black-stockinged leg and kicking Ashburn in the buttocks. The sharp heel of her red, crisscrossing, pointed high heels sank deep into Ashburn's rear, causing him to scream and fall flat on his face.
"Ahhh! Have mercy, Lady Ottilia!" Ashburn, thinking he had somehow offended the white-haired witch Ottilia, immediately begged for mercy, covering his head. He turned around and saw Ottilia, now dressed in a new dress, and forgot to beg for mercy. He was momentarily stunned by her full, round breasts... her slender waist... her sexy black-stockinged legs...
"Hehe, wipe your drool off in three seconds, or I'll burn you to ashes!" Ottilia felt a little shy under Ashburn's predatory gaze. After all, it was the first time she'd appeared so beautifully and sexily in front of others, especially with the black stockings on her legs beneath her miniskirt. They were beautiful, but also quite embarrassing! Of course, the proud, dragon-slaying-level white-haired mage still spoke coldly and firmly.
"I...I'm sorry! Lady Ottilia, you...you're just too beautiful. I was being disrespectful!" Ashburn quickly flattered her after a moment's hesitation.
"Hmph." Ottilia shook her head with a hint of smugness. "I really am the most beautiful girl on the continent!" she thought. However, feeling she needed to establish sufficient authority in front of the man who might be "escorting" her for a long time, she coldly said, "Stop flattering me. Alright, from now on, you're the hero who hunted the witch. I'll completely act as your prisoner until we return to the capital. You can do whatever you want. If you slip up, or if you dare to do anything you shouldn't, hmph."
With that, a crimson spark shot from Ottilia's fingertip, piercing directly into Ashburn's body. Instantly, the stubble-faced man collapsed at her feet, writhing in pain and emitting heavy groans.
Ashburn writhed in agony until, after a while, he lay on the ground, covered in sweat, deep fear filling his eyes. Yes! Don't be fooled by her beautiful appearance. Even if she was framed by Grand Duke Rosimik, she's definitely a little witch from the abyss! How could I have almost been deceived by her looks?
[The End]

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