My Players Are So Fierce

This is the pinnacle of a worker’s skill, being very clear about their own strength and role, which allows them to turn the tables and gain advantages from the boss.

Veylanther was controlled by the decree, standing still like a puppet, six hands maintaining a rather funny posture.

She looked fearfully at Lord Yvette walking toward her, wanting to utter threats but her lips couldn’t move at all, only able to watch helplessly as Lord Yvette reached out, pinching her delicate chin and turning her face around.

At the moment their eyes met, a Shadow Elves spell for searching memories was released, bizarre black runes flashed between the two alluring ladies, and then their vision turned hollow.

Lord Yvette rapidly browsed through part of Veylanther’s memories using this spell, which would accelerate the decree’s consumption, but was enough for her to find the true secrets she wanted to see before Veylanther could escape.

Clearly, Yvette possessed a rather reckless personality.

She herself admitted that she realized Veylanther’s body might be hiding something unwilling to be discovered, but she still wanted to inspect.

This was like before she arrived at Shadow Valley, Lord Paryen had clearly warned her not to provoke Triss and Murphy, but she still brazenly wanted to turn the alluring Grand Duke of Triss into her friend.

Although she was severely punished by Triss using the power of Mother of Midnight, it appears Yvette, the Sly Head, still hasn’t learned any lesson from previous events.

She continued to search through fragments of Veylanther’s memory, accurately finding the memory before the disaster in Mejewa City occurred, as Veylanther previously described.

As Veylanther said, at that time she had just played a game with her seven male favorites that Yvette found “worthy of note,” and in a sleepy daze, she had a strange dream of a Divine Spirit’s descent. But before Yvette could closely examine the content of the Divine Spirit’s dream, a loud noise left her astounded to see the entire Temple District where Veylanther was located collapse.

As the memory holder, the Spider Girl made no sound, and in her extremely alluring attire, along with her seven male favorites, was crushed into a pulp by a large boulder falling from the sky.

“Huh?”

Lord Yvette was dumbfounded.

This…

What is happening here?

In this memory, Veylanther was clearly killed by a boulder during the Mejewa City disaster, yet how is she still running lively from the Eternal Abyss to Transylvania, claiming she got enlightenment from Lady Spider?

But…

If Veylanther was already dead at that time, then who exactly is this person in front of me?

“Crack”

As Lord Yvette was suspicious, a crack suddenly appeared on the boulder pressing Veylanther in her memory.

Then, amidst a dense shower of web-like shards, an astonishing force protected the completely shattered Veylanther and restored her to a healthy state as if time flowed backward.

This scene horrified Yvette.

As the former chief priest of Lady Spider, she instantly recognized whose power this belonged to!

Damn!

Veylanther was not just Lady Spider’s chosen one!

This lucky little one doesn’t even know she died and was resurrected under Lady’s protection, no!

That’s incorrect, she was chosen as the vessel by the Lady…

This is indeed not Anu Velancer Mejewa!

This is truly Lady Spider herself!!!

Oh my god!

A Divine Spirit abandoned her Divine Kingdom and came to the mortal world in person! The worst part is, her disguise was torn off by my reckless self!

Things have escalated now.

Uh-oh, I’m doomed~

“Ah, Yvette, my once favored priest of pleasure, even after fate has brought you a death, you always remain so careless when entering midnight… You really haven’t learned any lesson from the Network of Destiny…”

The voice that scared the Third Lord enough to make her heels tremble echoed in her soul, and the next instant, Yvette felt an invisible hand quickly wipe away a part of her memory.

It was like a hand crudely tearing open a segment of the web, but it was soon repaired by light movements, like a skilled weaver, into a completely different form.

The most frightening aspect was, even Yvette herself did not know which segment of memory had been erased.

Lady Abyss weaves the Network of Destiny of this world day and night; to her, everything has no secrets, she can always sense danger first and act ahead of everyone.

Minutes later, when Veylanther and Yvette awoke from their dazed states, the Third Lord blinked, frowned and said:

“Alright, I didn’t find any issues, Veylanther, but I hope you’ll be more obedient near Master Morphy and not engage in those Shadow Elves’ unique intrigues. I’m watching you! Since I’m not convenient to stay close to my most loyal Master, I can only continue lurking near the sly Paryen to gather useful information for our shared master.

You!

You must replace me in protecting him well!

These fist blades are given to you, don’t betray Lady Spider’s trust in you.”

“Ah? Oh, okay.”

Veylanther appeared even more puzzled, watching the solemn-faced Lord Yvette leave, scratching her head, feeling as if something incredible had just happened but upon further thought, everything seemed normal.

Thus, she picked up the bag next to her and glanced inside, seeing the “Corrosive Wound” fist blades restored to purity, she nodded in satisfaction and said:

“This Third Lord is quite good, actually purified this sacred artifact for me… But when did she pledge allegiance to Sir Morphy? Haha, truly my amazing Little Master, with so many secrets.”