For a long, agonizing moment, the dungeon was dead silent.
Revista stared at the stale piece of bread shoved against his lips. The sharp claws hovering near Stephanie's throat trembled. His beast-like instincts screamed at him to tear this arrogant human to shreds.
But another, much stronger instinct overrode it: Hunger. Slowly, his jaw unclenched. He took a hesitant bite of the rock-hard bread.
As his lips grazed Stephanie's fingers, a sudden, microscopic spark of energy transferred between them.
[Ding! Physical contact with SSS-Class Asset established.]
[Passive Effect: 'Capitalist's Soothing Touch' applied.]
[Asset's Abyssal Curse temporarily suppressed by 1%. Pain level reduced.]
Revista gasped. The maddening, burning agony in his blood that had tortured him every single night for the past three years suddenly... receded. Just a tiny fraction, but enough to bring a sliver of clarity to his clouded mind.
He looked at the woman standing before him. She wasn't trembling. She wasn't looking at him with disgust or pity. She looked at him as if he were the most valuable thing in the world.
He swallowed the dry bread in one gulp. His glowing red eyes dimmed slightly, losing their feral madness.
"More," he rasped, his voice rough like sandpaper.
Stephanie smiled. It was the smile of a CEO who had just closed a multi-billion dollar acquisition.
"I don't have any more on me," she said calmly, slowly lowering her hand. "But if you follow me upstairs and take care of some... unauthorized pests, I will buy you a feast. Deal?"
Revista didn't answer with words. He simply grabbed the thick iron chain binding his left wrist and yanked it.
CLANG! SNAP!
The magically reinforced iron shattered like cheap glass under his bare hands. Stephanie's eyes twitched slightly. What ridiculous strength. The ROI on this bodyguard is going to be astronomical.
Revista stood up to his full height, towering over her. The sweltering heat radiating from him was still intense, acting like a perfect, walking radiator in the freezing dungeon.
"Lead the way," he growled.
CRASH!
"Kyaaa!"
A high-pitched scream echoed from the grand hall above. Stephanie's expression instantly turned frosty. That was Vespera's voice.
She quickly climbed the spiral staircase, Revista silently trailing behind her like a massive, deadly shadow.
When Stephanie stepped into the ruined grand hall, she found Vespera cornered against a broken pillar. Three large, ugly men wearing thick fur coats and carrying rusty swords were laughing at her.
"Look what we have here," the leader, a bald man with a missing front tooth, sneered. He kicked the pile of dry wood Vespera had painstakingly gathered. "Tarkus heard the banished princess finally arrived. We came to collect the former lord's debt."
Stephanie calmly walked out of the shadows. "And what exactly is the balance of this supposed debt?"
The three thugs turned around. Seeing Stephanie's delicate figure and ruined silk dress, their grins grew wider.
"Five hundred gold coins," the bald leader spat, looking her up and down with a vile gaze. "But seeing as you're bankrupt, Tarkus is willing to accept you and your little maid as payment. You'll fetch a decent price at the underground slave market."
He stepped forward, reaching out a dirty hand to grab Stephanie's hair. "Come here, you little—"
He never finished his sentence.
The temperature in the grand hall suddenly spiked. A suffocating, terrifying aura flooded the room, making the air so heavy it was hard to breathe.
From the dark archway behind Stephanie, a massive figure stepped out.
Revista's red eyes glowed in the dim hall. His jaw was clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. The very idea that these filthy peasants dared to touch his new master—his only source of relief and food—ignited a murderous rage in his chest.
"Touch her," Revista whispered, his voice vibrating with pure malice, "and I'll peel your skin off."
The bald leader froze. His face turned ashen. Before he could even blink, Revista's hand shot out and clamped around his thick wrist.
CRUNCH.
"AARRGGHH!" The leader shrieked like a slaughtered pig as his wrist was crushed into powdered bone. He fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.
The other two thugs dropped their swords immediately. Their legs gave out, and a distinct, foul smell of urine began to pool beneath them on the marble floor. They were completely paralyzed by the Tier 1 Abyssal aura radiating from the silver-haired monster.
Vespera watched the scene with her jaw dropped to the floor.
Stephanie, however, didn't even flinch at the sound of breaking bones. She calmly walked up to Revista and lightly patted his tense, muscular arm.
"That's enough. Don't damage the merchandise," she murmured.
Instantly, at her touch, the terrifying aura vanished. Revista's tense shoulders relaxed, and he stepped back obediently, though his red eyes still glared daggers at the kneeling men.
Stephanie crouched gracefully in front of the sobbing, terrified thugs. With swift, practiced movements, she untied the heavy leather coin pouches from their belts.
She tossed the pouches in her hand, listening to the sweet clinking sound of silver and copper coins.
Ah, initial capital, Stephanie thought with a satisfied smirk.
She looked down at the pale, trembling men. Her voice was perfectly polite, yet completely merciless.
"Well then," Stephanie said, her eyes flashing with a capitalist's greed. "Let's renegotiate who really owes whom in my territory."
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