Holy Maiden of the Church of Darkness, Anastasia…0

You’re still alive!0

Wayne looked at the magical puppet in surprise. He had thought that the Holy Maiden of the Church of Darkness was dead, but she was alive and well, only having moved her thoughts to another body.0

Judging by her name, she was from the Rus Federation! What should he do? Should he return her body to her?0

Wayne frowned deeply. He had more than toyed with the dark elf’s body, putting her in more than a hundred and eight different positions—perhaps even more than a thousand and eight hundred. If he handed the body back to her now, it might end up making her fall. He couldn’t do that to her when she wasn’t his enemy!0

However, she didn’t seem to be faring well. She had lost her body for sixteen years, forced to inhabit magical puppets and remain cut off from the joys of being human…0

Still, he couldn’t give her the body back. Anastasia’s body was already his shape. Once her thoughts entered it, the consequences would be...0