If You Want A Cheeky Seductress (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 53

A little over a month had passed since the purification of Lady Elledrun’s garden, yet Roxiana remained patient. While spending time conversing with the spirits to discover where the dead forest lay, she also practiced how to better accept them.

Through repeated practice, she felt she had begun to grasp at least a faint clue. It was less exhausting to welcome the spirits gently by creating a pathway within her body, rather than forcibly dragging them in.

The lesser spirits delighted in being drawn by Roxiana’s power, yet they also felt uneasy.

—We exist simply to be. Merely our presence there influences countless lives.

—But when drawn into someone like you, a spirit mage, our power can be used more effectively. That’s why it’s joyful.

—It’s fine to use lesser spirits like us, Rotti, but never think of using the higher spirits. Even for you, wielding their power comes at a price.

—Higher spirits disapprove because it would drain your life force. Misuse it, and your soul could shatter. If your soul keeps breaking before it can heal, you’ll become nothing.

Still, Roxiana thought it didn’t matter.

This life only needed to cling on until she reclaimed her family’s remains and forced those responsible to kneel before her. After that, her soul could shatter as it pleased.

‘I never expected to achieve everything I wanted without paying any price from the start.’

If all she’d truly desired was to meet her family again in death, she wouldn’t have nurtured such vengeful thoughts. Of course, she longed for the day she might reunite with them in God’s embrace—but more than that…

‘I can’t forgive them.’

She simply couldn’t leave them be. The mere thought of them sleeping comfortably in soft beds, stretching out their legs without a shred of guilt, made her stomach churn.

Unspoken rage piled up inside Roxiana, layer by layer, hardening like solid stone.

Startled by a light licking sensation on the back of her hand, Roxiana snapped out of her reverie and realized she’d been gripping Lion’s front paw too tightly. The small wolf, unchanged in size from a month ago, sat beside her, licking her hand while his paw remained caught in her grasp.

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