Divine Emperor of Death

Fiora nodded her head in reply after hesitating for a while, mostly because she slightly believed that these people wouldn't harm her since they had gone out of their way to save her.

As for the identity of the person in front of her and the person who went into the residence, she didn't dare to probe.

Besides, when she checked her injuries, she realized all those scars had given her a miserable makeover.

As a woman who is in bloom, she naturally wouldn't want to look miserable in the public's eyes.

After following her into the residence, Fiora looked at the scenery around her in a sad light. This residence had once belonged to her family, yet they were so pressurized that they had to sell it and make their living in another city.

This kind of feeling invoked her killing intent towards the main family.

Natalya silently led her into an empty room. Fiora went into the room and stared back at her.

"I'll go get the medicine..." Natalya uttered and left after closing the door.

Fiora kept looking at the closed door for a while before muttering in a rueful tone, "This is my room..."

...

Davis naturally wasn't willing to peek on Fiora, so he didn't let his Soul Sense penetrate the room she stayed in but covered the whole residence.

After a while, Natalya came inside his room and asked for the medicine which he then gave after instructing not to divulge her identity at any circumstances.

He expected her to refute but Natalya actually bowed her head and replied, "Thank you for saving my sister, even going so far as to heal her injuries while giving her a place to stay."

"Don't mention it." Davis waved his hands and after a second, he said, "Let her heal for a while, then we'll ask what exactly had happened to you. I'll do the questioning, so don't interfere under any circumstances..."

"Yes!" Natalya replied in a thankful tone as she bit her lips, inwardly moved. She didn't think that this person who had saved her would be so accommodating to her.

After all, she as a person had already experienced the cruel reality of the world. The more he treated her better, the more indebted she felt.

Davis naturally wanted to know her past, so he could send her out safely and continue with his cultivation.

Even though it would be lonely, he preferred it that way unless it was Evelynn or his family accompanying him.

Having a woman alone with him for a long time didn't seem too feasible as he would only be disappointing Evelynn if she found about it.

After all, the vice versa was also true.

....

The knocking sounds of the door echoed out.

Hearing it, Fiora replied hastily, "Come in!"

After saying it, she realized that she had panicked and calmed herself down quickly.

The door opened and Natalya entered the room. She held a round cup with some paste on it.

Fiora looked at it suspiciously, wondering whether if it was laced with poison.

Natalya noticed her scrutinizing gaze and silently laughed to herself as she knew what was going on in her sister's mind.

She extended the cup and said, "Don't worry, if we had wanted to do something, you wouldn't be able to resist either..."

Fiora gulped as she wryly smiled, "I can see that is the case..."

Of course, when Natalya meant 'we', she naturally had only considered Davis, because even with her full strength she wouldn't be able to deal with her little sister.

Fiora took the cup with an unsure gaze and brought it towards her face. When she sniffed a fragrance of the paste lightly, she could feel her injuries slightly twitch in ecstasy, as if it would heal itself in the process of taking in the fragrance.

Seeing that were at least no bad effects on the surface, she resigned herself to fate and started to apply the paste on her open wounds.

A cooling effect immediately spread when she applied the paste on her wounds. It even felt pleasurable to a certain degree.

Thinking that it was the real deal, she started to apply it at every wound on her body.

Just when she finished it applying on the skin where no clothes were covering, she tried to remove her clothes so that she could smear the paste on the wounds not visible to the public's eyes.

Then just when she was about to remove her clothes, she noticed that the masked person was staring at her intently from the side.

When they both realized that they were staring at each other, Fiora blushed slightly while Natalya inwardly laughed to herself.

The situation became incredibly awkward for Fiora, and instantly she started having doubts about whether this person was a woman or a man. Even though the latter's voice sounded and looked feminine, there were numerous arts and techniques out there to disguise oneself and it was no secret.

"... Excuse me, but if you could please leave, it would be a great help..." Fiora hesitantly said as she could not probe the other's identity.

"Oh? If you're worried about your body being seen by me, then your worries are unfounded since I am a woman..." Natalya seriously said in a deep womanly tone but deep inside, she was keeping herself from bursting into laughter.

Fiora hesitated whether to believe her or not, she had seen people who possess to mimic a womanly voice even though they were men.

She couldn't possibly ask the other party to remove their mask, could she? If it were so easy, then they wouldn't be wearing masks in the first place, even in their own residence.

She truly thought that if she were to somehow know their identity, she knew that the next moment she would be hunted down by them.

So she didn't dare to ask but instead said indirectly, "I am also insecure in showing my body to a woman, can you please leave..."

Natalya laughed inwardly and thought of teasing her more, but decided not to as she left.

Fiora inwardly released a sigh of relief and continued with patching up her wounds.

Even though it seemed funny to Natalya, Fiora was sweating a lot from nervousness.

She couldn't help but think what if that masked person suddenly pushed her down and ravaged her.

If Natalya were to know her thoughts, then it would be making her day light up with full of laughter from reminiscing this exact moment in the future.