"The blood sacrifice has been completed. Goddess Rose is very satisfied with this sacrifice." Mother Elisabetta, who was sitting on the throne, interrupted Marina's insistence imperiously and declared to everyone:

"The purpose of the blood sacrifice is mainly to make the young tribesmen become real drow elves. Their cunning minds and hands stained with blood can prove this."

She ignored the angry guardian of the temple, turned to Santila, and praised:

"Well done! In the name of the first family of Ancient Orens City, I declare that you are a true drow, the princess of the Tux family, and the respectable daughter of the Spider God Queen!"

Mother Elizabeth stood up from the throne, raised her hands high, and blessed:

"Santila Tux, from this day on, leave your childhood behind and rejoice in the joyful power of darkness that is your birthright!"

The young drow wizard calmly accepted the blood sacrifice's congratulations.

This time, she no longer bowed deeply, but nodded slightly.

Because she is no longer a child, as a noble woman of the first family, her noble status means that she does not need to bow to any low-ranking drow.

After all, this ceremony not only marked the end of her childhood, but also meant that she would be fully accepted by the First Family.

She looked back at Brian who was sitting against the wall, and seeing his encouraging eyes, she took a deep breath, walked across the altar, and came to Jonara's body.

A group of onlookers, the priests, all gave way.

She leaned down and looked at her former mentor with complicated eyes.

She slowly gathered all the magic items in her body, as well as a bottle of antidote hidden in her bra.

Then, under some ignorant impulse, she touched the blood gurgling from the corpse's chest with her hands on a whim, until her hands were soaked with blood.

Then, she stood up suddenly, turned to the matron of the family who was watching her, and showed her her hands covered in Jonara's blood.

"The blood sacrifice is completed. I am no longer a child, but a real drow." She declared coldly, with the purest hatred and challenge in her eyes.

Don't know why.

When the young drow wizard said these words, she suddenly felt an indescribable sadness hit her heart.

Before she had time to marvel at this strange feeling, she disappeared quietly again.

In the society of drow elves, what tortures people is never the fear of darkness, but the soul struggling to pursue light, she thought sadly.

From now on.

She is no longer pure and innocent, and with it comes pride and strength, betrayal and conspiracy, survival and victory - all these things she must accept.

A long, unsettling silence filled Lolth's shrine.

Because the meaning of Santila's behavior has long gone beyond the limits of traditional etiquette, in the strict hierarchical drow society, this is simply an deviant approach.

"very good."

Mother Elizabeth nodded gloomily, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Your intricate, sophisticated and scheming methods not only fulfilled the blood sacrifice literally, but also embodied its essence, for which you have brought glory to yourself.

Jonara's death was just following the rules. Using your own prey as your revenge tool was a clever twist.

But in the end you wash your hands with your opponent's blood, which is a stroke of genius!

You made her fall into your own conspiracy, and then declared your victory in a bloody way, Santila, you are indeed a born drow."

"Thank you for the compliment." Santila replied gloomily and walked towards Brian. The drow soldiers gave way one after another.

"But!" Mistress Elizabeth's tone suddenly worsened and became cold and vicious.

"The prey is the prey after all, and his duty is to serve as a sacrifice to the God Queen. Failure to offer the sacrifices we promised will bring greater disasters. An inferior race kills the devout people of the God Queen. He must

Pay the price for your actions."

"Do you know what to do?" she asked in an unquestioning tone.

Mother Elizabeth's elite guards surrounded Brian.

"I know what to do."

Santila looked at Brian with a gentle look, and said softly, "Spider's Kiss."

"Very good." Matron Elizabeth nodded with satisfaction, "There is always something worth sacrificing. Treating the injuries of this inferior race. Only after experiencing the 'Kiss of the Spider' can you be considered a true drow.
Chapter completed!