Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 403 - 270 Teresa (4.4K)_3

After issuing threats all around, the strong man adjusted his trajectory, eagerly carrying his loot back into his wooden cabin.

Bang!

"...Cough, cough."

A weak cough sounded from behind, drawing Teresa’s gaze to the only fellow slave within the cage.

It was originally a tall woman, but now she looked emaciated and sickly.

Although there were no obvious external injuries on her, her vitality was extremely weak, even weaker than Teresa’s.

Like Teresa, she had been cursed by others.

The eye patch Teresa wore didn’t cover a wound but a cursed eye.

Identified as cursed, the two of them were isolated from others and confined together.

Logically, slaves like them would be disposed of by slave merchants to reduce the risk of accidents.

However, the owner of this caravan seemed well-prepared to sell them, deliberately keeping them aside.

The other slaves were scared of the woman and unwilling to approach her, but Teresa, also bearing a curse, did not mind.

Teresa came to the weak woman’s side, helped her sit up, and offered her the food she had hidden earlier.

"Cough, cough... Don’t bother, little sister, you should eat it yourself."

The woman shook her head with difficulty, refused the girl’s kindness, and instead only drank a few sips of muddy water.

"Gulp... Ha!"

Those few sips of dirty water seemed to give her some energy, visibly improving her spirits.

She glanced around, taking in the surrounding scene, then slowly nodded and finally looked at the girl, asking, "Little sister, you, hmm... what is your name?"

Teresa hesitated for a moment, looked at the woman’s somewhat sharp eyes, tilted her head slightly, and whispered, "...Teresa."

The woman blinked, surprisingly saying, "Teresa, huh? That’s a good name, your parents must love you very much."

The girl tilted her head in confusion, somewhat perplexed.

"Why?"

The woman laughed, struggling to lift her hand and placed it on the girl’s head, softly chuckling, "Because, haha, my sister is also named Teresa."

Teresa blinked, wanting to ask more, but the woman indeed changed the topic, quietly asking, "By the way, Teresa, do you know where they plan to send us?"

The girl pressed her lips together, hesitating for a while before leaning close to the woman’s ear, uncertainly saying, "They seemed to mention sending us to a place called... Dark Territory?"

What puzzled Teresa was the woman’s eyes lit up noticeably upon hearing the name.

It was as if... she seemed to anticipate being sold there.

"Haha, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it."

The woman saw the girl’s confusion, shook her head without explaining, and began introducing herself.

"Oh, right, my name is Quinna."

She blinked and smiled, "Also, if you’d like, you can call me sister."

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Molten Hell.

"...Hmm?"

Flora slowly opened her eyes, confused, and sat up from the ground of the Bronze Fortress.

"Why am I here, I remember... I was supposed to seal myself?"

"Yo! You’re awake?"

Beside the confused Demon, a gleeful Demon laughed mischievously.

"Herbert said he doesn’t want you anymore!"

Kreti laughed eerily, taunting Flora with malicious intent, whispering hauntingly, "He doesn’t want you anymore! Doesn’t want you anymore! Doesn’t want you!"

"Haha, let you... ah!!?"

Unfortunately, her arrogance didn’t last long before Miss Demon had her hung upside down.

Kreti wasn’t pleased.

Her expression collapsed, quickly calling out, "Wait a minute! It’s a misunderstanding! I’m joking! Listen to me explain—"

But Flora ignored her struggles and cries, as a Magma Whip materialized in her hand.

"Damned Demon! You ****!"

The Demon remained silent, simply whipping relentlessly.

Whoosh—

Crack!

"Ah—"