Chapter 239: Rinella’s Destiny is Her Own (32)

The scene was nothing short of a disaster, with blood staining every corner.

The Saintess rushed about, tending to the wounded. Most of them had lost limbs, broken bones, or were on the brink of death from excessive bleeding, yet miraculously, no one seemed to have actually died— except for those whose heads had exploded in the reception room.

Their fate was sealed.

I wished I could have saved them, but the Dark Order’s contract magic seemed more effective than I had imagined.

The mere thought of what might have unfolded had they made that pact at the Gilford Orphanage sent shivers down my spine.

Senior Elsie’s face clouded with sorrow as she gently wiped away the blood from my body with a damp cloth.

I was drenched in the blood spilled by others.

“Master, there’s no need for you to endure this… I-if you had called me, I could have electrocuted these pieces of trash with ease!”

As she spoke, Senior Elsie clenched her teeth, her blue eyes blazing with hatred and resentment as they scanned over the injured, sprawled in agony.

Even though I emerged unscathed, the sight of my blood-soaked form seemed to fuel her anger.

It was always my duty to restrain Senior Elsie, who was even now murmuring discreetly to cast a spell.

“Stop it, Senior Elsie… What’s the use of electrocuting those already on the brink of death.”

“B-but, still!”

Senior Elsie, once a fierce beast, now wore a dissatisfied expression. Fiery blue flames still danced in her eyes, a sign of her defiance.

There was only one way to tame this ferocious beast.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand atop Senior Elsie’s head. Through her pointed hat, I could feel the softness of her hair beneath my touch.

I gently caressed her head.

“Still, thank you for worrying, Senior Elsie.”

“Ehehe, hehe… M-Master…”

Senior Elsie melted at once, resting her head against my chest and nuzzling against me. It was a familiar sensation, one to which I had grown accustomed.