Two maids came over carrying a silver basin and a towel, along with a set of noble attire.

Approaching Samus cautiously.

One of them wrung out a towel and reached out to wipe his cheek, but he abruptly turned his head away.

"Don't touch me!" Samus exuded a chilling aura, his golden vertical pupils filled with a cold warning.

The maid was so startled that her hand trembled, and she almost knocked over the basin of water.

"Your Highness..." they turned to look at Shen Zhiyi as if pleading for help.

Shen Zhiyi frowned and moved her fingertips.

An invisible force held him back, and Samus's body suddenly froze, unable to move even a finger.

He looked at Shen Zhiyi in disbelief.

This woman...

The soul contract has actually been activated!

She used such an important ability to—get other females to touch him!

Samuelston felt insulted.

"Continue," Shen Zhiyi said lazily, leaning back in her chair.

The maid stepped forward again, trembling with fear.

Samus couldn't move, staring intently at Shen Zhiyi, his eyes filled with hatred that was almost overflowing.

The moment the towel was about to touch my cheek.

Samus's muscles were tense, his jaw was clenched, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

The air around him, due to the turmoil within his body, flowed slowly like invisible water, bringing with it a chilling wind.

The maidservant retreated in alarm.

"Your Highness!"

"He... he's forcibly breaking the contract! If this continues, he'll die!"

Shen Zhiyi narrowed her eyes and looked at the man in front of her who was determined to die rather than submit.

She raised her eyebrows.

Suddenly I felt really good.

She certainly knows how to keep herself clean.

"Give me a towel," she said to the maid as she stood up.

The maid turned around in surprise, "Your Highness, your status is so noble, how could you do such a thing?"

That snake man is so ungrateful!

He actually wanted the princess to wipe him herself!

"Give it to me," Shen Zhiyi repeated.

The maid had no choice but to hand the towel to her.

Shen Zhiyi glanced at Samus again and waved her hand, "You may all leave."

The maids withdrew as instructed.

Shen Zhiyi approached with a towel in her hand.

"What are you planning to do now?" Samus didn't believe she would be so kind.

Should I wipe his face?

No.

She must have come up with some new way to torture him.

Did you rub his skin raw with a towel?

Pluck out his hair?

still……

Peel off those newly grown scales again?

Samus pondered to himself, his face darkening.

Shen Zhiyi didn't answer, but raised the towel and held it towards his face.

Samus stood stiffly, hatred and despair flowing slowly in his heart like an underground river, yet he closed his eyes, preparing to endure a new round of torment.

The expected pain did not come.

She moved gently.

A warm towel was placed over his skin, gently wiping away the blood and dirt.

Forehead, cheeks, bridge of the nose, lips...

Samus opened his eyes in astonishment.

What I saw was Shen Zhiyi's face, so close to mine.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting fine shadows beneath them, her expression focused.

The sunlight streaming through the stained-glass window frame gathered on her face like a rainbow.

She swayed and leaped, beautiful and alluring.

Samuel was stunned for a moment.

My usually dormant heart skipped a beat.

The dirt was gradually wiped away.

It revealed her pale, cold skin and sharp features.

His hair was very long and loosely tied back.

But it is not feminine at all.

On the contrary, they look extremely aggressive.

Like his personality, he was cold, sharp, and aloof, like a thin but sharp blade.

Shen Zhiyi slowed down her movements.

Her gaze slowly swept over his narrow eyes, high nose bridge, and slightly pursed, pale lips.

She put down the towel, pinched his chin, and looked him over from left to right.

Not only Samus, but even she herself was slightly taken aback.

"Your face is quite striking." She raised an eyebrow with admiration. "Only someone like you is qualified to stand beside me, the princess."

She released her grip, and the restraints were lifted.

Samus stumbled back a step, his breathing erratic.

The spot she had just touched felt like it was on fire, igniting a strange, unfamiliar yet restless sensation that coursed through my veins.

He stared intently at her.

Then, the moment their eyes met, he awkwardly turned his face away.

Shen Zhiyi lowered her gaze.

"Will you clean the rest yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

Samus blushed and snatched the towel from her hand. "I don't need your pretense!"

Shen Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the inner hall.

She wasn't worried at all that he would run away.

The power levels in this world, from strongest to weakest, are SSS, SS, S, A, B, and C.

Samus's current ability level is only B.

It's as ordinary as it gets; it's barely enough to protect itself.

She couldn't even compare to her maid.

At least they have an A.

If he runs away, he'll probably be caught and brought back before he even leaves the main hall.

Furthermore, there is a contractual relationship between her and Samus. Without her permission, if he leaves her for more than a certain distance, he will immediately suffer a backlash from his abilities.

In mild cases, it can cause severe pain all over the body; in severe cases, it can lead to death.

Therefore, he can only move within the scope he allows himself.

However, in order to awaken his ancient bloodline and gain his loyalty, she will help him improve his ability level.

Keep improving until you reach SSS, or even... awaken your talent.

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Night falls.

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