Chapter 150: A temporary solution

Tiamat's plan to alleviate Evelyn's problems was simple: she intended to force her mana through the blocked veins in Evelyn's body.

Unlike Evelyn, who didn't know the exact locations of the obstructions, Tiamat, using Strax's eyes, could pinpoint each one with ease. Her experience as a dragon, combined with Strax's enhanced vision, made her capabilities in manipulating mana far superior to his. In comparison, Strax was like an ant in terms of experience.

After they shook hands, sealing the agreement, Evelyn looked directly into her eyes. Tiamat was still carefully analyzing all the optimal points to begin the "treatment" she had planned. "So... what now?" Evelyn murmured, clearly anxious about what was to come while Tiamat pondered.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Lyana shouted, still pinned to the ground by Tiamat's pressure, as if she were being crushed under tons of iron.

"Oh, right." Tiamat said, snapping her fingers and releasing Lyana. The pressure vanished instantly, and Lyana quickly stood up, positioning herself between Evelyn and Tiamat. "Who are you?!" Lyana demanded, refusing to believe that Strax was still in control. She had spoken with him before and knew how he normally behaved, but this person was different—someone she didn't trust at all.

"Why don't you just stay quiet?" Tiamat retorted, and once again, Lyana was slammed into the ground, her face pressed into the forest floor, as everyone else watched in shock. "Is that really necessary?" Monica asked, having already realized that Tiamat had taken Strax's place.

"She refuses to stay quiet. That's the problem with servants who are too devoted to their duties; they're always ready to sacrifice themselves for their master at the slightest provocation. I understand her feelings, but this is a bit much, don't you think?" Tiamat said, gesturing towards Lyana, who was biting her lip to endure the pain she was in.

Evelyn glanced at the woman, who was clearly desperate to attack the person she believed was Strax. "Ugh..." Evelyn sighed, placing a hand on her forehead, and let out a heavy breath. "Fine, release her," she said to Tiamat. "She'll just get in the way," Tiamat responded calmly.

"If she does, I'll cut off her arms myself," Evelyn replied, this time with such seriousness that it piqued Tiamat's curiosity.

"That's the gaze of someone who's lived a long time... She's not human," Tiamat thought. She had her suspicions, but now? Now it was almost certain. No one with that appearance could have that kind of look—one of someone who had truly lived a long time.

"So be it." Tiamat said, releasing the pressure on Lyana once again, who slowly got back up. "If you do that again, I'll—" "You won't do anything. You've got two broken ribs. It's better to use your mana to heal yourself before you suffer internal bleeding and die," Tiamat interrupted mercilessly. "Listen to him. Now go heal yourself.

Unlike me, you have time, so don't interfere," Evelyn ordered, causing Lyana to lower her head slightly in shame. "I'm sorry, my lady..." she murmured, moving away from them.

All that dragon wanted was to feel her master's virility inside her, but she couldn't!

Ouroboros narrowed her eyes, her expression darkening. Tiamat's provocation hit her like a direct blow, stirring something deep within her. The truth was that, as powerful as she was, Ouroboros couldn't deny the intense desire to connect with Strax in the same way Tiamat had. That spiritual connection, that intimacy, was something she desperately craved, but it was still out of her reach.

"You talk too much, bitch," Ouroboros replied, her voice low and controlled, but laden with menace. "But know this: the connection you experienced was just a fraction of what I will be able to achieve. When my time comes, the bond I'll have with the master will be far deeper than anything you can imagine." She spoke like a prophet... but well...

Tiamat smiled, but there was something dark in that smile. "Ah, Ouroboros, always so confident. But maybe you should accept that there are certain things that aren't meant for you. Some connections are about more than just strength... they're about compatibility, about mutual understanding, and the master and I were made for each other."

Ouroboros clenched her fists, trying to control the growing anger within her. Every word from Tiamat seemed to poke at an open wound, but she refused to give Tiamat the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. "You may have had your momentary victory, but don't be mistaken, Tiamat. This is just the beginning.

I will be the one standing by the master's side in the end, and when that day comes, nothing will tear me from him."

Tiamat laughed softly, a sound that reverberated through the spiritual space. "We'll see, Ouroboros. We'll see."

These two women were ready to go to war if necessary, just to have their master to themselves, but... well... that was between them, and Strax... he didn't care at all about their enmity. After all... he had already decreed something...

They would both be his, whether they liked each other or not; they'd learn by brute force if necessary.

Silence hung in the air as the sound of Tiamat's high heels echoed while she headed back to her own domain... Her golden palace shone even brighter after all... She had won this time.

Ouroboros remained seated on her throne, even angrier as she watched her walk away. "Enjoy it while you can, Tiamat. The game isn't over yet," she murmured to herself.

A lost war was beginning.