Chapter 53: Delivering Herself To The Crazed Women's Door.

  Celia: “Fancy…” She mused with a deadpan expression.

  Maid: “Quite so.” She added without emotion, guiding Celia further in.

  As if they were expecting her, the estate gates opened by themselves, with a maid soon coming out, and gesturing for Celia to come inside. Since she was a Goddess, and confident that her Level was far higher than Tia and her sisters… Celia went in without a single hint of fear.

  The estate was nice, but had an old style to it. This just reminded Celia of entering some of the random, abandoned, old estates in Reri, which she did so for fun, as they were going to be destroyed for better housing. She never got Tia’s age… but now Celia assumed that they were likely as old, if not older, than Midas.

  Screams Of Pure Pain!

  Celia: “( o_o)”

  Maid: “Forgive the noise, Princess Celia. The mistresses are… tending to a prisoner’s justified punishment.” She informed, still not expressing a single emotion, sounding almost dead.

  In fact, this was because… the maid is an Undead. She wasn’t a slave, nor mindless. Though, due to being dead for so long, and reborn via Tia’s Dark Magic only recently… she hadn’t gotten used to being Human just yet.

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  Anyway… the maid had taken Celia into the dungeon, as that was where Tia, Lia, and Nia were.

  Tia: “Hm? Ah, Princess Celia…” She said with an evil smile, turning around, and looking at her future wife. “To think that’d she deliver herself to me on a silver platter…” She mused in her mind with a happy giggle.

  Celia: “Lady Tia.” She replied with a nod.

  In the cell… were three women, all covered in blood, with a chained up man being nearly dead. Body cut up everywhere; it was merely from Healing Magic that he still lived. For now…

  Celia: “Lady Tia, do you still wish to marry me?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

  Nia: “Us, you mean? But… Princess… no, Goddess, would you truly deem our sinful, disgusting, evil selves as worthy of marrying you?” She interjected with some self-deprecation.

  Lia: “For me… I lost count of how many people I’ve killed for fun alone.” She added with a giggle.

  Tia: “Yes… they’re correct, dearest Celia. With your power… you can refuse my forceful offer, and we cannot do anything about it. In truth, this is what I advise you to do.” She finished with a reluctant tone.

  True to the name of their race, Tia and her sisters were Demons. Wealth… wasn’t their only means of taking control of this Empire. For instance… this man here was the current, sole heir to Perl, with the Ter family’s pure intention of killing him off once they got tired of torturing the Prince.

  Celia: “Why wouldn’t I? One of my wives has killed millions of people, both innocent and evil.” She replied with an unbothered shrug.

  Tia, Lia, and Nia: “(~OAO)”