A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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It seems she even maliciously hoped that Saint Karina and the others would die on the island, since if they died, the binding magic would automatically be lifted.

"You really don't want us to come back alive?"

"Haha, how could that be? Of course I hope you can keep your promise when you come back."

The siren chuckled twice, seemingly embarrassed that her thoughts had been exposed.

Saint Karina had no intention of arguing with her. She simply repeated the steps she had taken to enter, causing the sky and sea to reverse again, and then left from this place.

And so, on the Sea of ​​Despair, Saint Karina was sailing toward the land of the hero. They had been sailing for nearly a week since that day, and today was their last day.

"Hey, you've got to sort out your little sweetheart's problem now~"

The siren grinned wickedly and left immediately.

Saint Karina did not kill her; she let her go.

As for Xingyu, Saint Karina's tastes weren't that unique. After all, she had sliced ​​the sirens into sashimi-like pieces several times. And she had even soaked them in formaldehyde for weeks.

Later that evening, Santa Karina stood on the deck.

It was already late at night, and both Hero and the captain were asleep in their respective rooms. Saint Karina came to the deck not because she couldn't sleep, but because she sensed that someone else was still there.

She had originally planned to go to sleep, but suddenly sensed someone walking towards the deck.

On the ship, the sky was full of stars, and there was also a beautiful crescent moon.

The sails billowed in the sea breeze, and the dark sea reflected the light of the stars and moon in the sky.

It was a bit chilly on the deck at night, much colder than during the day.

However, this bit of cold was nothing to worry about, at least it didn't chill her to the bone. Apart from feeling her hair being playfully swayed by the sea breeze, Santa Karina had no other problems.

"Ok?"

Then, the man finally noticed Saint Karina's arrival and turned around.

Her pink hair was very distinctive; even in the dark, it glowed with a pinkish sheen. She wore a uniquely shaped hair clip, and she was fully armed, carrying a very demonic weapon—a jet-black scythe.

Her expression was melancholy, and the sorrow between her brows could not be erased.

When their eyes met, the melancholy was well concealed, but that didn't mean it wouldn't exist, nor did it mean it wouldn't exist in the future.

It's like the moon that's occasionally hidden by the clouds in the sky; it just hides away, and then reappears when someone isn't paying attention.

"Master, you... why are you here? I thought you were already asleep..."

"I was wondering why you weren't sleeping at this hour and instead came up to the deck."

Saint Karina immediately countered with a question, giving him no chance.

“I thought some petty thieves had come to our place. I can’t just not come and check; I have to be responsible for my crew.”

Although Santa Karina was not actually the captain, the term "crew member" was just a joke.

"How could there possibly be thieves on this vast ocean?"

"No, in fact, the sea is not only home to thieves, but also pirates and sea monsters, making it no safer than the land."

The monsters encountered by the Sirens and on the Desperate Sea Route all proved that Saint Karina's words were true.

"Hmm... alright, Master, you're right. It's good to be vigilant, but I was too trusting of the ship's safety because of your magical protection. That was my mistake of being overconfident."

Melissa readily admitted her mistake.

"It's alright, I didn't mean to blame you. But... what were you doing on the deck so late at night? And with a weapon, anyone who didn't know better would think you wanted to dismantle the ship to vent your anger. That's not ladylike at all."

Saint Karina made a joke, without any tone of reproach.

“I…I am not a lady. Master…never was. I am just a demon. Demons admire bravery, strength, and fearlessness. We don’t adhere to the concept of a lady as strictly as humans do. In fact, being a lady is almost synonymous with weakness among us.”

Melissa was a little embarrassed. She didn't seem to understand Santa Karina's joke and gave a stiff reply.

"You're taking this too seriously. But never mind, none of that matters. I'm not asking you to be a lady. I just want to know, what are you thinking about, sneaking up onto the deck in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"This……"

Melissa fell silent.

A hint of embarrassment and struggle crossed her expression, as if she were making a decision in her mind about whether or not to tell Santa Karina.

Her loyalty to her master told her she should tell Saint Karina the truth, but she didn't want to. Saint Karina had already comforted and loved her enough because of her condition, and she didn't want to make the same mistake again and cause her master worry and distraction.

The silence made the sound of the sea breeze on the deck even clearer, and the atmosphere became even more somber.

Just as Santa Karina was wondering if she was pressuring Melissa too much and whether she should give Melissa some private space so that she could have her own secrets, Melissa seemed to have finally finished her internal struggle and responded.

She's like an internet user who's been offline, only to come back online.

"Um...actually, it's a little embarrassing. It's not that I can't tell you, but if you insist on knowing, you might be disappointed when you find out the reason."

Melissa asserted.

"Because I just have insomnia."

She gave a dejected answer.

"I didn't have any secrets or any other lofty reasons for coming to the deck in the middle of the night. I just had insomnia, so I thought that instead of lying in bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, I might as well get up and get some exercise. It's better than lying in bed and overthinking."

"Practice?"

"Well... it's just that, Master, it's not that you don't let me do much, but actually I'm quite bored. Before, I could fill my time with things, but now I'm completely..."

Nothing to do...

Besides being incredibly bored, she also had something on her mind. Saint Karina knew that this awkward demon girl wouldn't be willing to be completely honest with her adorable toy.

That's alright, she's willing to listen patiently and act as Melissa's therapist. She has a natural talent for both physical and psychological therapy, practical experience, and confidence.

Melissa was different from her other toys. From the moment she awoke, besides the little emperor, Melissa, this demon, was her first toy. Moreover, she was the one who stayed with her the longest, and forged a holy sword contract with her. The little emperor, however, did not.

The two used to be enemies, but through spending time together and the brainwashing effect of the Holy Sword Contract, they have become close, inseparable, and unbreakable.

289. The deck at night

"I've been so bored lately that I feel completely useless, and it seems like you don't need my help anyway. I feel like my body will rust if I don't stretch my muscles."

"I remember now, you've been sunbathing on the deck with those two lately, haven't you?"

Saint Karina remembered that Melissa wasn't working herself to the bone anymore; instead, she often slacked off and sunbathed with them.

"Yes... I was indeed slacking off. I didn't want to do this, but Master told me to..."

Melissa's cheeks flushed slightly; she felt ashamed of slacking off.

That's her downside; she's just too serious and meticulous.

"I hypnotized myself by saying that this was the master's order. And that everyone getting up would also help ease the atmosphere within the team."

Melissa's pursuit is not to laze around in the sun all day like a lazy cat, doing nothing.

“But I can’t enjoy it at all. I don’t fit in with them. I don’t like this kind of life. I would rather fight, fight, and bleed for my master than bask in the sun.”

"You're like this because you've been too overworked in the past."

Saint Karina shook her head.

"Besides, you did this for me."

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"The sight of you and them wearing only underwear, or nothing at all, is truly a feast for the eyes. You are all so pleasing to the eye!"

Saint Karina smiled smugly.

Just as Melissa is charming, she also feels happy about the excellence of her toys.

"Yes...really?"

Melissa was not surprised by her master's praise. She was a demon, not a succubus, and was not a race that would be happy just because of her good figure and sex appeal.

However, Santa Karina could still see that the blush on her face deepened after her praise.

"Of course, I'm speaking from the heart. But are you really going to exercise so late at night?"

Saint Karina pointed to her scythe.

"In the dead of night, in such a dark place?"

“I am a demon, not a human, Master. I don’t need much sleep, and I can see in the dark. Besides, the weather is fine today, and it’s not like it’s completely dark on the ship. Is there a problem with what I’m doing?”

That would raise too many questions.

However, Santa Karina did not say that.

"Yes, that's really not a problem. You didn't bother anyone else, but I know you want to work hard, find something to do, and improve your skills so you can be of help."

Saint Karina then changed the subject.

"Everyone has their limits, don't they? Demons also have their limits. I've said it before, you're very diligent and serious, but you don't need to push yourself too hard."

There's nothing wrong with exercising. Nobody will say anything to you, not even them, not even me. But it's so late now, you should be in bed.

If you exhaust yourself now, you won't be able to do anything tomorrow.

"I know, but there's nothing I can do anyway. Isn't there?"

Melissa's expression was somewhat gloomy.

“Master, you control this ship with magic, and you deal with all the monsters you encounter. Hero and that human guide the ship, helping it avoid danger and seek good fortune. Only I… only I can do nothing.”

That's how foolish they are, reaping the benefits without effort.

The only things I can do are cleaning the room, and actually, anyone but me could do such simple things.

You're all doing your jobs, but I'm just a decoration. I can't help you at all on this journey, Master; I'm completely incompetent.

Her pent-up frustration seemed to find an outlet at this moment, encouraged by Saint Karina.

Then, like a volcanic eruption, she opened up.

"Master, I'm just holding you back!"

"Oh, I understand."

Santa Karina held back her laughter, because Melissa's earnestness was just too adorable.

She's like a cute little puppy, wanting to please her owner, but feeling that no matter what she does, it's far from enough, that she hasn't tried hard enough, which is why she's constantly agonizing over these things.

"So the reason you're bored and can't sleep at night is because you're thinking about these things, reflecting on yourself?"

"Not entirely... but it's pretty much the same, about 80 or 90 percent."

Melissa was somewhat embarrassed. It was as if she had laid her heart bare and shown it to Santa Karina.

Another point is that Melissa is actually possessive.

She wanted her master to belong to her alone, not to be shared.

She glared at her master, removed her mask of indifference, and puffed out her cheeks in a huff.

Actually, she's a bit like a frightened hamster.

Saint Karina understood that the Holy Sword Contract's transformation, besides brainwashing, also had certain side effects, but not on Saint Karina, but on her contracted persons.

Toys do have their own thoughts, and while Saint Karina can do that, it's just too boring.

If the world becomes a den of iniquity where people only obey her and have no capacity for thought, then Saint Karina will only want to escape.

Such a world is terrifyingly boring just to think about.

So, Melissa has been keeping these distorted feelings deep inside, carefully hiding them, and disguising herself with a mask for quite some time now.

If Saint Karina hadn't asked, she would have kept it hidden. The bitterness of her feelings was something she had to savor herself.

Saint Karina suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her...

However, sympathy was of no use. So, she came up with a good idea to cheer Melissa up.

"First of all, you're overthinking things, my little idiot Melissa. And then, I've never thought of you as a burden or a drag on the team, not even once. You know me, if I thought that way, I wouldn't have brought you along in the first place."

It seems that the last "talk about chips" did not completely open Melissa's heart.

There are two options now: talk about chips again, or have a heart-to-heart talk.

"But I have not played a role, Master, that is an indisputable fact."