A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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It seems she won't admit her mistakes unless she's taught a lesson.

310. A little punishment is needed to teach a lesson.

Now Phoebe realizes that no one will help her anymore, and even Violet is one of her allies. She tears away her own pretense, no longer intending to play the pitiful victim and expect Violet's help.

Those she deceived were actually accomplices of this white-haired woman. In fact, Violet might even be her employer.

She didn't know how Violet had found such a powerful ally; perhaps it was because she was the hero's daughter, or perhaps she had used her looks. After all, Violet was quite beautiful, and Phoebe knew she was doomed.

"Do whatever you want with me."

Phoebe glared fiercely at the two men who had grabbed her.

Where is my mother's sword?

Violet didn't waste any more words with her and went straight to the point.

She knew the other party wouldn't repent because she was a repeat offender.

"Sigh. Alright, I'll give you the sword, but you have to promise to let me go after I give you what I need."

Phoebe was doomed. She just hoped she wouldn't end up in jail.

If she had no way out, she would rather die holding onto that sword. In that case, no one would benefit.

"You're actually trying to bargain with us?"

"Why not? If you capture me and hand me over to the guards, my life will be over. Besides, I'm not human, I'm a cat race. You humans aren't as friendly to other races as you say. Especially someone like me who doesn't have much strength, just speed and agility."

Phoebe had more dirty things she didn't say, because she knew they both understood.

"Don't worry. Violet and I never intended to put you in jail. We just wanted to get what was ours back and give you a little punishment. Now we can continue communicating, right?"

Saint Karina, who hadn't said anything for a long time, chimed in.

She hadn't had a chance to speak since she grabbed Phoebe. It was Violet and Phoebe who were chatting.

"Of course. Although I really don't want to return your sword, the situation is beyond my control now. I know I have no choice. You captured me openly and deserve a reward. It was my own carelessness, and I should bear the consequences of my failure."

Phoebe knew she wouldn't be arrested and go to jail, and although she wasn't completely relieved, she felt much more at ease.

She felt reassured; she understood the meaning of punishment. These two probably wanted to teach her a lesson.

But she had no other choice. If she didn't agree, the powerful sorceress would force her to teach him anyway. Phoebe was just a fraud, and she felt she couldn't endure the terrible torture.

It's better to be dealt with quickly than to be treated like that. She'll feel better when she's being taught a lesson like this.

As a result, Phoebe's attitude became much more submissive.

"Um, I'm sorry. I have indeed taken advantage of many people recently, but I'm not as dishonorable as I seem. At least now that you've caught me, I'll return what I have to you. Um, could this white-haired lady please lift the petrification spell?"

"can."

Then, Saint Karina chanted the incantation.

The parts of Phoebe's body with solid skin are gradually losing their hard, rock-like texture and returning to soft, elastic flesh-colored skin.

The petrification spell cast on Phoebe has been lifted, and the person who lifted it was the one who cast the spell.

For Saint Karina, this kind of spell was something she could do effortlessly, without any effort at all.

"call……"

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

She was terrified when the petrification magic was used; she almost thought she was being murdered and was going to be turned into a stone statue and die.

She was actually relieved that it was a creditor. The Hero's Sword wasn't on her person, but rather within her magical subspace.

It's called a subspace, but it's actually just a small, folded space, similar to a space bag in the cultivation world, and it's also a storage magic.

Compared to humans, the Asian cat race is indeed mostly skilled in this kind of magic.

She stretched out a hand, and a dazzling light bloomed in her palm. But it wasn't a flashbang, nor was Phoebe trying to run away. After the light faded, a shape familiar to Violet appeared in her palm.

It is the sword of the hero!

"It's my mother's sword! Thank goodness, I almost thought I'd never get it back!"

Violet happily took the sword back and held it in her arms like a precious treasure.

She was overjoyed, lifting her to her chest, pressing her cheek against the back of the sword, her trembling heart overflowing with joy.

She was finally relieved, and all the credit had to go to Saint Karina.

Yes, when she realized she had been deceived, when Phoebe took Violet's sword, she was terrified. She feared she would never find the sword again, and that her path in life would forever be derailed from her chance to become a hero. But now, the sword was back in her hands, as if her dream had been rekindled.

In fact, even with Saint Karina's comfort, Vera had always been uneasy.

That's just her personality. It's hard for her to be as optimistic as others. Especially since this is her first adventure. Violet couldn't even imagine how badly this adventure would have turned out if she hadn't met Saint Karina.

She realized that, on her own, she had no idea which city Phoebe would go to. From the very beginning, she was inexplicably at the mercy of the slime girl; it was a predetermined situation with no way out.

But now, Violet knows that everything is different, because she has found her mother's sword.

"Thank you, Lina!"

Of all these people, the one she should be most grateful to is Saint Karina.

She had a strong urge to hug Santa Karina and kiss her passionately, especially Santa Karina's thin, pink lips!

But as soon as Vera thought this, her face flushed. She was a shy girl, and she didn't even know why she had thought that way. She became even more hesitant to act.

Violet simply hugged Saint Karina, and as if electrocuted, she immediately jumped to the side.

Yes, they are friends. Violet thought! This meant she absolutely couldn't harbor any improper thoughts about Saint Karina!

But the soft touch of Saint Karina's body that she had just held lingered in Vera's mind. She really wanted to be closer, to stay closer, and to spend more time with Saint Karina.

Perhaps she was too nervous before, thinking only about the Sword of the Brave, and didn't notice her feelings for Saint Karina.

Perhaps it was Saint Karina who helped him find his mother's sword, and gratitude and various other emotions, along with his goodwill towards Saint Karina, converged at this moment and were sublimated!

"Ah! What a touching scene it is to find your beloved possession and be with your loved ones! How can it not bring tears to my eyes? Seeing you all, I even feel that losing this big deal was worth it."

Phoebe kicked at the pebbles on the bricks with one foot, her eyes darting around, already planning to run away.

311. It's so hard for her.

"You probably don't want to see me either, right? I'll only spoil the fun here, so I guess I'll have to leave."

Phoebe finished speaking and prepared to leave.

"Wait, I didn't say you could just leave like that."

Saint Karina patted the cat girl on the shoulder, stopping her from escaping.

"Oh, I see. There's still money. Oh, right, I still have money to repay Miss Violet."

She readily pulled out her purse, which was Vera's money pouch.

"No."

Saint Karina didn't take the money bag; she shook her head.

However, Violet went to get her money bag.

"What is that? Do you mean you're taking what's rightfully yours and then demanding interest, wanting me to repay you with my body? After all, I have nothing left but my body."

She made an exaggerated expression, then covered her breasts.

"First of all, I don't do prostitution, but I'm willing to if the price is right."

Phoebe revealed a businessman's sly smile, waiting for the right price.

"I'm not cheap. Don't think you can get away with just interest. Although I cheated you out of your things, this is a society governed by the rule of law. The items have been returned to their rightful owners, and I don't owe you anything."

"If you want to take advantage of my alluring body curves, no problem, but you'll have to pay."

"No, we won't pay."

"What? You want to get something for nothing? I'm a pure and virtuous girl!"

“I might be interested in your body, but not now. I promised Violet I would punish you, but repaying what I owed isn’t enough.”

Saint Karina's eyes gleamed with wicked intent; the wicked woman had finally found someone she could take advantage of.

"Don't worry, the process won't be too painful, but it will definitely leave a deep impression on you. Now, entrust yourself to me, trust me, you will be reborn. Things will get better, eh."

"No! I don't believe it! Don't even think about it, you two despicable women, let me go! You can't break your promise!"

Phoebe realized something was wrong and frantically began to struggle.

"I've already repented! No, meow!"

But it was no use; she was once again controlled by Saint Karina. This time, it wasn't petrification magic, but rather Saint Karina taking control of her body.

So, Saint Karina used teleportation magic. They were teleported directly to the forest outside the city.

This is because what she's about to do isn't convenient in a crowded place, although having many people watching might enhance the effect of repentance. However, doing so would allow unrelated people to see it. Saint Karina doesn't like to share her newly acquired, delightful toy with others.

Saint Karina only hopes that this catgirl with black cat ears, Phoebe, can learn her lesson and turn over a new leaf!

Now, the forest is a relatively remote place, just like the place Phoebe tricked Violet into going to before, it's a bit far from the main road the kingdom built.

No one usually passes by here; the only three women present were Phoebe, Violet, and Saint Karina.

"Okay, you can move now."

Phoebe's body is still under Santa Karina's control.

While the concern wasn't that the other person would escape—they could simply disappear into the forest—the real issue was that Phoebe, if she controlled her body, would likely find it difficult to cooperate, exhibiting low obedience. Furthermore, if she could control her body, the feeling of separation between body and will wouldn't arise, thus negating the intended punitive effect.

Saint Karina wanted Phoebe to be humiliated, just like she had been triumphant in deceiving countless people before; this time, it was Phoebe's turn to suffer.

When Phoebe was told she could move, a leather pet collar was put around her neck—the kind for dogs. Santa Karina was also holding a leash, the kind people use to walk their dogs.

Phoebe bent over, lowered her waist, making it easier for the drum to rise higher, tucked her tail between her legs, and began to crawl on all fours.

Her cheeks were flushed red; she looked quite ashamed. But Phoebe had no choice but to obey orders.

She could only reluctantly and reluctantly have her body controlled, and begin to crawl on the uneven and somewhat rough ground, which was covered with weeds, dead branches and small stones.

She bent over the drum, wriggling and crawling in a seductive pose.

The path wasn't comfortable. The weeds were prickly on Phoebe's delicate skin, and if she accidentally bumped into a small pebble, the sudden stinging pain made her want to jump up. But she couldn't control her body; against her will, she continued crawling on the ground as if she didn't see the pebble.

"Ah! What a wonderful day! It's a time to punish evil and promote good, to punish wrongdoers and make them reform! Seriously, I'm awesome!"

Saint Karina also deliberately harassed him by whispering in his ear.

She was interfering with Phoebe's mental state, causing her mental torment.

If Phoebe is living too easily and comfortably, immersed in her own world, how boring that would be! So she deliberately smugly harasses her in her ear, making Phoebe less comfortable.

Besides the body, there is also the spirit.

Only then will the purpose of punishment be achieved!

"My lovely little black cat, how are you feeling now? In this primitive natural environment, crawling on all fours like a real wild animal, puffing out your skin to please the person who controls your destiny, I think you must feel a sense of liberation, right?"

"If you're good enough, I might reward you with a bowl of noodle soup or milk later, so you can fill your tummy, little kitty~"

"Of course, how much you get to eat depends on your own skillful little snake. I'm only responsible for giving it to you. You have to keep sticking out your skin drum, on all fours, and don't use your hands, but use your face and the little snake to lick it. Hehe, whether you get enough to eat depends on your own efforts~"

Santa Karina's face was serene, as if she were strolling leisurely in a garden.

"Oh right, I forgot, little kitty, you can't talk yet. What a terrible memory! Okay, now you can speak!"

After she finished speaking, Phoebe felt she could speak again.

She has initially regained control of her vocal cords.

However, instead of being grateful and thanking Saint Karina for her great kindness, she became furious and embarrassed.

She started swearing!

"You bastard! You're so mean! If you've got the guts, let me go! Who wants to climb? You're the one who wants to climb! I don't want to climb this awful place at all. This grass is full of sharp objects that can hurt you. If you want to climb, you do it yourself!"

However, this is all impotent rage.

Phoebe cannot change the situation; she is still under the influence of Saint Karina's words.

A promise is a promise, and the law follows the words. Phoebe could only continue to stick out her drum, bend her knees, tuck her tail between her legs, and rub her furry parts together, letting the sweat of her hard work flow down her indescribable area as she crawled with difficulty.