A saintess? She's just a bad woman.

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Roll it up like a cigarette, tie it with a leather strap, and toss it into a corner of the suitcase. Place the ring that enhances magical effects and the old wristwatch together.

Given her current status and circumstances, she can only wear the ring on her right index finger and left thumb.

The right index finger represents being single and longing for romance, while the left thumb represents a preference for remaining single. Both thumbs represent wealth and confidence, but wearing them would not only appear arrogant but also uncomfortable.

Speaking of which, the Zero Witch was the world's first witch. It is said that she never had a partner in her life and never formed a family with any woman.

Holy water is key to a witch's birth. A witch walks to the Tree of Birth, prays to the Creator God, and drinks the holy water dripping from a leaf of the Tree of Birth. By drinking it, she can create a new witch with her own bloodline—her offspring—using herself as a vessel. This method is extraordinary; ordinary people could never do it.

"Next is—"

Saint Karina's gaze was fixed on the dull-colored metal compass.

When Santa Karina woke up, she didn't carefully check all the travel items Curtis had forced on her in her suitcase; her mind was focused on observing her surroundings. The lighting was dim, and the power had been cut off right after she finished showering.

Afterwards, the electrician in charge of the ship's power distribution room took several of his men to inspect the main generator and other power supply equipment. Santa Karina happened to run into one of the maintenance workers in the corridor.

She seemingly struck up a conversation with the other person unintentionally, trying to extract information.

"Sir, what exactly happened with the power outage early this morning? I was alone in my room when the lights suddenly went out, and I heard screams and crying. It was terrifying."

Her terrified demeanor, coupled with her striking appearance, pale and bloodless skin, and frail physique, completely lulled the maintenance worker into a false sense of security, leading him to reveal everything about the situation.

The maintenance worker was a robust middle-aged man with a brown beard, wearing greasy metal-rimmed glasses, and his cheeks were tinged with a light red from the alcohol.

Its golden eyes narrowed to slits, making them appear even smaller.

“Miss, you don’t know, back then, Mr. Albert, the electrician, that young girl who was so arrogant, and a few old guys and I opened the door to the power distribution room. There were no signs that the lock had been tampered with, and there were no other footprints around. We only saw a puddle of seawater. The main switch in the power distribution room had been pulled down, and there was also a puddle of seawater on the floor under the main switch. There was a water trail more than ten meters long on the road from the door to the main switch.”

The maintenance worker first looked around to make sure no one was staring at him before speaking in a mysterious tone: "The electrician told me that the seawater was left by water ghosts. They climb onto this ship at night, and the person who died in the hall was also killed by a water ghost. They told us to be careful at night and not to wander around, and not to drink alcohol around 10 pm, to avoid any accidents."

Saint Karina knew all this; knowledge about sea wraiths was the first chapter in many introductory magic books. That chapter detailed various types of harmful supernatural powers, categorized by region, with sea wraiths being the first to appear in the ocean's tectonic plates.

The textbooks used by witches are different from those of others, and the content is more detailed. They also introduce magic that can hunt sea vengeful spirits, but one can only learn them after becoming a witch and leaving the realm of a weak witch.

The Weak Witch's strength is exactly as the name suggests—too weak to contend with the indescribable things lurking in the narrow passage. Cultivating strength requires gradual accumulation; diligent study and rigorous practice of various spells are the cornerstones on the path to becoming a Great Witch.

The prerequisite for becoming a Great Witch is to break through the weak witch stage and successfully join the ranks of witches. The road ahead is a vast ocean of stars filled with the smell of steam and engine oil; relentless effort is still required to reach a height where one can overlook everything.

In fact, just as imagined, the classic mode of transportation for witches is to fly around on a broom. They can simply find a broom that looks sturdy, infuse it with magic by chanting incantations, and turn it into a temporary mount.

These mounts have limited flight distance, which is linked to the witch's own strength. A novice, weak witch can only fly a few dozen kilometers at most, and will need to train for a longer period of time to traverse more areas.

Having your own exclusive mount will solve all these problems. The prerequisite for owning an exclusive mount is having a large sum of money, possibly tens of millions of Victoria dollars, to buy a high-quality griffin.

Griffins are popular mounts among witches, not only for their speed and range, but also for their ability to fight alongside their masters. Witches at the Great Witch level can even transform their mounts into human form; female mounts become alluring and beautiful young women, while male mounts become handsome young men.

251. Miss Captain

Saint Karina planned to go to the captain's cabin first. She didn't know what kind of person the captain was, but sitting idly by and waiting to die was not her style.

Victoria had seen the map when she boarded the ship. She originally planned to take a break before setting sail for the Sea of ​​Despair to familiarize herself with life at sea. She would have to get her own boat instead of taking someone else's.

The Victorian Empire was one of the several empires that made up the Praia Ocean Federation theocratic state, and it also worshipped the god of the deep sea. These captains and sailors, who made their living at sea for a long time, were even more devout believers in the god of the deep sea, praying that their ships would not capsize and that the seas would be calm.

Santa Karina knew where the captain's cabin was and went straight there. The door couldn't stop her at all; she could pass through whenever she wanted, without needing a key or lock.

Like a phantom, Saint Karina's body passed right through it. However, it seemed she arrived at the worst possible time.

The captain's cabin is much larger than the first class cabin, with a living room, office, master bedroom, several secondary bedrooms, dining room, study, gym, and is directly connected to the bridge.

Santa Karina couldn't find the captain in any of these areas. Instead, she heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, a very faint sound that didn't seem like someone was using the shower, but rather taking a bath.

If I barge in, I'll probably be seen as a pervert.

Going back now wasn't Saint Karina's style. She preferred to finish things today and not put them off until next time.

So Santa Karina sat quietly in the living room, waiting for the captain to come out of the bathroom.

She waited for about twenty or thirty minutes before she heard the sound of the door lock.

"Miss Captain, I apologize for disturbing you."

Saint Karina smiled slightly, revealing her bright eyes and white teeth.

However, if the captain hadn't just been wrapped in a thin towel, revealing her feminine advantages, their meeting would have been much more harmonious.

"you are?"

The captain was blonde and blue-eyed, a typical Victorian. However, she had no freckles, her skin was very fair, and she was quite voluptuous.

She remained calm, as if she had seen it all. The white-haired woman who suddenly appeared was beautiful and had an extraordinary air about her; she was probably a first-class passenger.

She had observed the room; the pale blue, transparent rune stone hadn't been touched and was still obediently in its original position, fulfilling its intended function.

Even a luxury cruise ship cannot escape the harassment of sea spirits. Rather, given its larger size, the runes can only be used to create smaller areas to warn passengers not to leave their rooms at night, lest something bad happen, such as being killed by sea spirits.

If it's a small boat, you could make a larger runestone to protect the entire vessel. For example, a fishing boat.

However, as everyone knows, fishing boats are vulnerable to being swallowed by even a slightly larger wave. Eliminating sea spirits may bring even greater dangers.

For example, there are dangerous weather conditions, storms, and tsunamis, as well as marine life such as sea monsters. Fishing boats are not even able to defend themselves against other marine creatures, such as the song of the Sirens. Legend has it that anyone who hears the song can hear it even if they plug their ears with corks and cotton, even if they are deaf.

This is an attack that directly targets the fishermen's spirit, and a protective magic array must be in place to function.

Sirens are said to be beautiful, resembling mermaids in legend, but they are actually man-eating sea monsters. Legend also says their true appearance is hideous, with terrifying shark teeth.

“I am a first-class passenger, Miss Captain. You probably don’t remember every passenger’s name. My registered name is Lina, a very insignificant name that not many people have heard of.”

However, this is just an alias. My real name is Saint Karina Randall. I wonder if Miss Captain has heard anything about me, even the slightest bit.

The Holy Maiden of the Lorian Empire was a household name within the country.

Even in the neighboring Toran Empire, many nobles knew of her. Those with discernment recognized this saint.

She has many titles: Holy Maiden of the Nation, Holy Maiden of the Coffin, Holy Maiden of Reincarnation, Holy Maiden of the Canary...

However, news at sea often takes a long time to spread and sometimes doesn't reach the public. Santa Karina has only been active for a little over a month. In that short time, if the captain is too busy and doesn't follow current events, it's quite normal that she wouldn't know about Santa Karina.

“Saint Karina, hmm. That name sounds familiar.”

The captain didn't think of it immediately.

She encounters many names every day. Passengers are registered by relevant personnel, but the captain habitually reviews them before each voyage.

It wasn't that she was bored, but rather that she was afraid dangerous individuals might infiltrate the list.

She can't guarantee that dangerous people won't board her ship, but she must ensure the safety of her passengers. Sometimes, the unexpected appearance of a human might be a sea spirit, a being even more dangerous than the dangerous individuals themselves.

The captain didn't smell that damned stench of the sea on Santa Karina. It was the stench of rotting fish.

"White hair and blue eyes, I remember now, I saw you in Zhang Xinwen's newspaper. Your Highness, the Holy Maiden of the Lorian Empire, may I ask what business you have with a lowly captain like me?"

After much thought, the captain finally solved the mystery.

She wasn't actually interested in the high-ranking figures of other religions, nor in the powerful and wealthy. Otherwise, she wouldn't have abandoned her vast family fortune to venture out into the dangerous seas.

Although there are only a few safe routes in total, the vastness of the sea is always much better than her cage-like home.

She doesn't need to be a noble lady, like a mascot or a doll, living her whole life according to her family's arrangements; that would drive her crazy.

She chose to rebel, pursue her own path, and came to this vast ocean to become the captain of the Avrov.

This is the ship she bought; she's not an employee, she's the boss.

The ship followed a fixed route, but she carried relatively little cargo, primarily serving passengers. She enjoyed observing all sorts of people, regardless of their roles. The captain was a passerby in the passengers' lives, and observing their lives was like watching a movie.

The captain would remember Santa Karina's face and features, mainly because she was so beautiful.

She had seen all sorts of men and women, and many handsome men and beautiful women, but Santa Karina's beauty was unique and memorable. Moreover, Santa Karina's features and proportions were so perfect, it was as if she were a divine creation. She was unbelievably beautiful in photos and videos, and in person, she seemed to radiate light.

The phrase "a banished immortal falling to the mortal realm" probably describes someone like Saint Karina.

Such a beautiful woman with distinctive white hair and blue eyes, apart from the saintess of the Lorian Empire, is probably hard to find another like her.

252. Spa

"I want you to change course. This route can't continue, or everyone on board, including you, will die."

“Your Excellency, you are being too hasty. This is a safe passage, and my passenger ship has passed through here many times before.”

Fog is not uncommon at sea, and changing course or taking a different route carries greater risks.

"Or, do you have any way to convince me?"

The captain deliberately glanced at Saint Karina's slender, fair fingers, her words full of implications.

"If you'd like a spa treatment after your bath, Captain, I'd be happy to be your masseuse."

Santa Karina wasn't in a rush; it was just a spa treatment and wouldn't take up much time.

The captain is a woman who knows how to enjoy life; she needs a personal masseuse, and today she has chosen the saint.

"Because you are very beautiful, Captain, I will not object to this suggestion."

Hydrotherapy is a method that uses water of different temperatures, pressures, and solute contents to act on the human body in different ways to prevent and treat diseases.

Santa Karina offered the captain a bubble bath; the abundant bubbles helped to cover the vital areas, allowing both to maintain a polite social distance. There was no need to see anything inappropriate, and even looking directly at a woman's genitals was considered healthy.

A large number of bubbles can be made simply by using water magic, which is child's play for Saint Karina, who has recovered her tenth-level strength.

She easily transformed the living room into a dreamlike space, like a princess castle. The bubbles wouldn't damage the furniture because they were made of magic, not real liquid.

Is this force okay?

Santa Karina easily found the right passage and began to give the captain a spa treatment.

She not only used her hands, but also coated them with a watery, liquid film. The texture was somewhat like jelly or slime.

However, Santa Karina's water film is light green because she also added pine resin powder.

Originally, this aromatic substance had a calming effect, but if Saint Karina wanted, she could easily make it flammable. It could ignite every yearning and restorative cell in the body, giving it a new lease on life.

"Yeah, comfortable."

Saint Karina's hands seemed to possess a magical power, bringing the captain a blissful, cloud-like experience.

Besides enjoying the experience, she also heard the sound of flowing water. However, since she was having a spa treatment, the sound of running water was normal.

The female advantage often brings an itchy feeling, just as the abyss will never be disgusted by the diversity of things it swallows.

Saint Karina couldn't resist and drew her holy sword. The ship was right there; she wanted to rob it.

For the captain of a luxury cruise ship, paying a service fee to impress the saint to buy a ship that could sail to the Sea of ​​Despair shouldn't be too much of a sum.

She didn't need the ship to be as big as a luxury cruise ship, just relatively large, with some cannons for show, to look intimidating, and a few pretty young ladies as crew.

As for the ship's power drive system, Saint Karina directly used herself as a power source, generating electricity with magic.

In fact, her magic is inexhaustible, even more so than ordinary fuel. Fuel runs out and malfunctions, but her magic is vast and inexhaustible as long as she lives, practically perpetual.

“You know what, Captain? I need someone who is very familiar with the sea. I originally planned to go to Victoria to look for someone, but after seeing you, I changed my mind.”

Santa Karina whispered in the captain's ear in an ambiguous manner, like a lover.

Her sweet voice was unusual, but the captain, whose soul was trembling violently and whose body was convulsing as she experienced another peak of pleasure, had no time to pay attention to this small detail.

She was still enjoying the afterglow of the experience, and was extremely satisfied with Saint Karina's finger service. If five stars is a good review, then Miss Captain would definitely give it ten stars.

She had been served by many physical therapists, but she had never experienced anything as nimble, precise, or alluring as St. Karina's fingers.

"Is that so? I think you might not be suitable to be a saintess. If you went to a nightclub, you would definitely be the top hostess. The number of customers willing to spend a fortune on you would probably circle the Lorian Empire several times over."

The captain said with a dreamy expression.

She lay on Saint Karina's feminine advantage, her breath sweet and fragrant.

"But Your Excellency, don't you want to take things a step further and devour me?"

Her fingers brushed across Santa Karina's hand, allowing the water film to successfully soak into her fingers.

The pale green, crystal-clear spa liquid emitted a unique fragrance. She sniffed the delicate scent, then deliberately applied it to her lips, and swallowed it all with her little snake-shaped lipstick.

The action of applying the treatment solution to the lips feels rough, like applying a thick layer of lip balm to moisturize the lips in winter.

"Of course I would. I couldn't ask for more than to be able to devour a beauty like the captain."

Now is the perfect time to subtly influence things, and Saint Karina is preparing to transform the Holy Sword into a two-way transmitter.

She lifted her leg and then pressed it heavily onto the captain's leg.

"Pfft."

Because of the spa treatment, the captain's body made a sound like water splashing and exploding violently.