The Binding Hell of the Unraveled Restraint, Part Two: The Azure Scale Journey and the Mysterious Moonshadow Kingdom.

"You female thief, you're quite a looker. But you're still a prisoner, shackle her!" the captain in the lead commanded, and several guards quickly restrained Vellis's limbs. "This young girl is quite pretty, she looks like she's from the western continent." "With this face, she'd be a top beauty here too. Look at those long legs, that slender waist, and those breasts practically spilling out of her bandeau." Even kneeling and bound, Vellis's beauty remained. Even the foreign cavalrymen offered high praise for Vellis's beautiful face and figure. The cavalrymen began to fit Vellis with restraints. A set of shackles made of redwood, reinforced with black iron nails, was quickly placed on Vellis's fair jade hands. The girl's slender wrists were snugly enclosed by the tiger's-mouth-like lock. The sturdy redwood and black iron nails gleamed brightly under the sun. With a "click," the lock secured, and the wooden shackles, weighing several pounds, fastened Vellis's small hands. Unlike ordinary handcuffs, these shackles were not connected by a chain but were a single, integrated piece. They completely immobilized Vellis's hands, restricting her range of motion to the point where she couldn't even form a fist. Vellis's two small hands could only be held together parallel, obediently locked within the wooden shackles. This meant she couldn't break the integrated shackles by using her wrists to snap a chain. Next came the restraints for Vellis's black silk-clad jade feet. Several cavalrymen rudely and unceremoniously removed Vellis's diamond-studded high heels, revealing her delicate feet, encased in thin black silk, which looked exceptionally alluring. Vellis had a special constitution and rarely sweated; her feet were always spotless. Even if she did sweat, it was fragrant. Even after being soaked in seawater, the black silk on her legs, saturated with water, carried no foul odor, but instead exuded a maiden's natural fragrance. "You female thief, have you practiced some dark arts? Your feet are even fragrant, with so much water and not a hint of smell." Saying this, the cavalryman picked up her black diamond-studded high heel, brought it to his nose, and took a deep sniff of the sole. The inside of the high heel, filled with Vellis's body scent, was thoroughly inhaled by the guard's nose. It was a natural, fresh scent, like fresh grass after a light rain. "You truly are a sorceress, even your shoes and socks are sweet-smelling. We've caught a big one this time." Hearing the cavalrymen's evaluation, Vellis felt both shy and excited. She actually quite enjoyed being praised, but she usually had to maintain the dignity of a princess and knight, so she never showed it. Next, a pair of shackles made of carbon steel were fitted to Vellis's slender, black silk-clad ankles. The rings were then locked with a key. The girl's cute, black silk-clad jade feet looked particularly pitiable against the backdrop of the steel shackles, evoking a desire to protect her. Finally, the leading cavalry captain produced a bundle of hemp rope and tied several loops around Vellis's knees, tightly securing her bony knees, which were hugged by the black silk. He then pulled a rope taut in his hand. This way, if the cavalryman pulled hard, Vellis would lose her balance and fall, preventing any thoughts of escape. The chain of the shackles, combined with the rope binding her knees, effectively limited Vellis's stride. Even if she managed to escape, she wouldn't be able to run far and would be quickly recaptured. The rope in his hand could also pull on Vellis's knees, guiding her forward. Looking at the wooden shackles on her hands and the shackles on her feet, Vellis secretly felt a hint of glee. These amateurs were far inferior to the previous slave-trading organization. The restraints weren't that severe, and the tools weren't top-of-the-line. Although the wooden shackles weighed several pounds, this weight was negligible for Vellis's strong wrists, which could swing a sword hundreds or thousands of times in a single training session. The shackles on her feet were also not heavy. Although the chain was only 50cm long, it wasn't thick; its diameter was slightly less than her index finger. The material was ordinary carbon steel, not the black steel refined in the factories on her continent. Moreover, these amateurs had made no attempt to seal her magic. Even without brute force, she could use ice and lightning magic to break the shackles and fetters. Vellis knew very well that as long as she cooperated with these guards and was escorted, once her body's strength and magic recovered, with her strength, she could snap the wooden shackles with a forceful outward thrust of her wrists. With a kick of her black silk-clad feet, she could snap the carbon steel chain connecting the fetters. For now, she just wanted to conserve her energy and wait for an opportunity to break free and escape. However, her body was still very weak, her limbs lacked strength, and there was still some numbness from the electric shocks, making it difficult to break free from the shackles and fetters on her hands and feet. She could only cooperate with them for now. The scorching sun made the escort feel even longer. Vellis, her knees pulled by the reins of the cavalry leader, walked slowly on the uneven dirt road. Her slender wrists were already slightly red from the wooden shackles. Although there was no actual skin damage, Duwana still felt her wrists ache and throb. The shackles on her ankles also constantly rubbed against Vellis's slender ankles, which were covered by only a thin layer of black silk. The chains made a "clanging" sound as she took small steps. Fortunately, the shackles weighed only about six pounds, so they didn't cause much wear on her ankles. However, it was still uncomfortable and itchy for the girl's delicate ankles to be locked by the cold metal rings for a long time. The uneven ground and occasional gravel made Vellis's small, silk-clad feet uncomfortable. Although the mere gravel wouldn't break through Vellis's skin defense, the soles of her feet were one of her most sensitive areas. Being scraped by the raised dirt road and fine gravel still made her feel itchy and uncomfortable. Vellis's strength had recovered by nearly half. She knew she could now exert force to break the wooden shackles and carbon steel shackles. However, her goal was to find General Chris. If she escaped now, she wouldn't know the way to find him, nor could she find the Golden Scale Kingdom that the cavalry mentioned. She planned to reveal her identity as a foreign princess after being escorted to the Golden Scale Kingdom, expose Duke Coaster's conspiracy, and ask the Emperor or high officials of the Golden Scale Kingdom to help her find the whereabouts of Great General Chris. The Golden Scale Kingdom was the largest kingdom on the Azure Scale Continent, occupying a strategic location, with abundant national strength and great influence. As a great general of the Prus Kingdom, Chris must have left some trace in the Golden Scale Kingdom. After all, the Prus Kingdom was located at the crucial passage between the eastern and western continents and was a kingdom in a strategic position on the Surik Continent. As the cavalry escorted her, the originally uneven dirt road gradually turned into a well-maintained, wide avenue. Vellis's small, silk-clad feet finally felt more comfortable. Vellis, wearing shackles and a collar, soon arrived at the city gate of the Golden Scale Kingdom. The city gate was heavy and huge, made entirely of sturdy blue steel wood, and inlaid with many steel reinforcements. "This is a female thief we caught by the shore. We're taking her to the yamen in the city for trial. Open the gate quickly," said the leading cavalryman. "Yes, Officer Li Fengxian." The guards at the city gate pressed a switch, and the huge city gate was pulled up by thick chains. Vellis was then pulled into the city by Captain Li Fengxian, holding the rope at her knees. Inside the city were many streets and alleys, all adorned with oriental-style carved beams and painted pillars and novel decorations. Vellis curiously looked around at the exotic city architecture, sighing inwardly. (So this is what the countries on the Azure Scale Continent look like. The architectural style is quite nice.) The beautiful and alluring Vellis quickly attracted the attention of the people on the street, who came to watch Vellis being escorted with shackles and a collar. "My Creator God, this is a female prisoner. She's too beautiful!" "It's truly a divine manifestation. I've never seen such a beautiful woman." "This little girl's clothes are so strange. They don't look like local attire. She's probably from the western continent." "This girl is clearly not ordinary. Look at her feet. After being escorted for so long, her stockings aren't even torn, and her hands aren't bleeding from the wooden shackles." Vellis ignored the onlookers' gossip. She just wanted to be sent to the yamen as soon as possible, reveal her identity, and state her purpose to the local authorities. "Damn you... you bastards, I won't let you get away with this! Once this drug wears off, I'll smash all of you into the wall!" Vellis spat, still seething with the frustration of being ambushed and captured. The Minister of Personnel spoke, "You likely won't live to see that day. Guards, bring her the heaviest steel cangue and shackles!" From a hidden door in the hall, several attendants emerged, carrying a massive cangue forged from profound steel. The cangue, crafted entirely from indestructible profound steel, was incredibly heavy. It was designed to lock a prisoner's neck and wrists, its integrated structure severely restricting movement and making it difficult to exert force. Reinforced steel spikes adorned its sides, and with a thickness of three centimeters and a weight of ten tons, it was the most robust and heaviest restraint in the yamen. Even male prisoners had never been subjected to such treatment, and Vellis was experiencing it for the first time. Attendants and guards seized Vellis's wrists and delicate neck. The neck ring of the cangue settled against her fair skin, the wrist cuffs clasped her slender white wrists, and then they were locked shut. Vellis felt the crushing weight of the profound steel cangue, nearly buckling to the ground. She tried to struggle, straining her wrists and neck, but it only resulted in increased pain, achieving nothing. She realized the cangue was forged from a special steel, no less potent than that from her homeland. Even if she regained her strength, she wouldn't be able to break it, her neck and wrists confined within its three rings. Furthermore, the neck and wrist cuffs were inscribed with immortal spells by the immortals of the Golden Scale Kingdom, effectively preventing Vellis from using magic and sealing her magical flow from these three points. Next came the leg shackles. Attendants brought forth heavy leg shackles with three-centimeter thick rings and sixteen-millimeter diameter chains, also forged from profound steel. The chain links were all welded, possessing the same strength as the base material, with no weak points. The shackle lock featured a triple-tooth mechanism, reinforced multiple times, with an exceptionally deep keyhole that could not be picked by external means. They could only be unlocked with the specially provided key. The attendants and guards restrained Vellis's two black-stockinged, jade-like feet. Despite already being burdened by the ten-ton cangue, Vellis refused to submit willingly. Though nearly exhausted, her small, chocolate-black stockinged feet continued to struggle, but the burly guards held them fast, forcing her to accept the heavy leg shackles. The shackle rings fit snugly around her slender ankles. An attendant then took several steel nails and a hammer, directly nailing shut the locking mechanism of the shackle rings. The keyholes on the leg shackles were sealed with the nails, rendering them useless even with a key. The remaining attendants brought a bucket of molten steel and poured it directly into the lock of the cangue restraining Vellis's upper body. The molten steel filled the keyhole, then cooled, making it appear as if it had never existed. "No!" Vellis cried out in desperation. Watching helplessly as the rings of her leg shackles were nailed shut, Vellis felt a wave of despair. She had initially planned to steal the key and unlock them, but now that the Minister of Personnel had witnessed her power, he would leave no possibility for escape. He intended for her to live out her days in these steel cangues and heavy shackles. Vellis had become a golden canary, her neck and jade feet bound. Even if she could recover her full strength now, she couldn't break free from the heavy cangue and leg shackles with brute force. Her strength was insufficient to damage such hard, high-strength metal as profound steel. Moreover, the three points of the cangue were now sealed with anti-magic immortal spells cast by a powerful being, preventing her from escaping with magic or spells. Yet, even with all this, the Minister of Personnel was not at ease. He directly employed the yamen's most terrifying punishment for female offenders – the three-point ring insertion! The guards roughly tore apart Vellis's dress, revealing her pair of large breasts, her rosy nipples exposed. Her lower body, clean and hairless, revealed a tender, jade-like vulva, her cute, rosy clitoral hood resembling a tiny bean. "Nooooo!" Vellis blushed with shame. As a princess, to be exposed by a group of strange men, her dignity and authority as a princess and knight utterly vanished. At this moment, she wished she could die on the spot. She couldn't bear such humiliation, but her wrists were locked, her neck and wrists trapped in the welded profound steel cangue, and her once swift, black-stockinged legs were nailed shut by heavy leg shackles, preventing her from moving or escaping. Unable to break free, with no path to escape, she could only watch as she was fitted with the lewd rings. The attendants produced three golden lewd rings. These rings were forged by a top sword immortal of the Azure Profound Sect of the Golden Scale Kingdom, crafted from immortal gold refined with immortal spells and immortal fire. They were imbued with a magic-absorbing immortal spell, capable of drawing Vellis's magic from her two nipples and clitoris. Fine chains, also made of immortal gold, connected the three rings, so that a pull on one would affect the entire set. The attendants directly clamped the golden rings onto Vellis's two rosy nipples, connecting them with the immortal gold chain. The golden lewd rings then automatically tightened onto Vellis's nipples, clamping them firmly. Vellis felt a sharp sting. "You perverts! To put something like this on a girl!" The midday sun beat down on the scorching dirt road as a prison wagon drawn by two fine horses raced toward the Kingdom of Moon Shadow. The prison wagon bore the emblem of the Kingdom of Charlie, and inside sat a beautiful young girl with jet-black long hair and sky-blue eyes as clear as sapphires. She wore a short skirt as part of the Kingdom of Charlie’s female prison uniform, and at that moment, her upper body was tightly bound, silver ropes made of Tiencan hemp were looped tightly around her neck, passed under her armpits, and tied in numerous loops behind her back, binding her slender arms, elbows, and wrists firmly together. Her two fair, delicate hands hung limply at her sides, Another rope wraps around her shapely, firm breasts, constricting her towering mounds, then crosses tightly across her abdomen; the tender flesh of her stomach has already been indented by the rope. Below her abdomen, the most insidious rope passed through her private parts and was tied tightly at her wrists behind her back, constantly restricting the range of her leg movements and the motion of her wrists. Next came the girl’s fair, slender legs; her pale, delicate ankles were locked in a pair of heavy alloy shackles, thick chains mercilessly robbing her feet of their freedom, the heavy shackles forming a terrifying contrast with her slender ankles. Her face was even encased in a resilient latex mask, concealing her large blue eyes and her cute, slightly upturned nose, with only silk-lined air holes at her nostrils to prevent her from suffocating. A metal magic-sealing collar was locked around her neck, sealing away Alice’s prized fire magic and restricting the flow of magical energy within her body. A thick, long latex dildo had been forced into her mouth, thrust deep into her slender throat, and secured from the outside with straps made of magical beast hide, robbing her of the freedom to open her mouth and any sense of comfort in her mouth. Her long black hair, visible beneath the mask, cascaded down her back, making her appear exceptionally beautiful. And this beautiful young woman, bound tightly from head to toe and shackled at the ankles, was none other than the Second Princess of the Kingdom of Pruss—Alice Pruss. She and her older sister parted ways at the Farik estate and subsequently set out on their respective journeys; her mission was to travel north to the Moon Shadow Kingdom in search of her father, King Eric of Pruss. Since Duke Kostar, having successfully seized power, had issued a continent-wide warrant for the sisters’ arrest, Alice had no choice but to follow King Farik’s plan: posing as a major fugitive from the Kingdom of Charlie under the alias Erin, she was escorted to the Kingdom of Moon Shadow. The men responsible for “escorting” Alice were all members of King Edson’s personal guard, tasked with maintaining the charade, caring for her, and protecting her. By this point, the prison wagon, pulled by two fine horses, had been traveling for four or five hours, yet the Moon Shadow Kingdom was still a considerable distance away. By now, Alice was utterly exhausted. Although she sat motionless inside the prison cart, the tight-bound silk ropes had left her arms numb and her entire body aching. The ropes had dug deeply into her flesh; her slender, delicate arms and shapely breasts could no longer bear the strain, leaving small indentations where the ropes had cut into her skin. The heavy shackles on her ankles felt like an iron ball anchored to the ground. Unlike her older sister, Velis, who was physically strong, even when she kept her legs still, the heavy weight pressing down on her ankles made her feet go numb, and her bare, delicate white feet would occasionally wiggle her toes in an attempt to relax a little, making her look utterly adorable. Since she was playing the role of prisoner Erin, Alice wore only an ultra-short dress-style prison uniform; she wasn’t even wearing panties. Her pure, virgin pussy was constricted by the crotch rope, giving her a sensation that was both warm and tingling down there, The thigh rope was tied with three knots, each precisely corresponding to her clitoris, inner labia, and anus, ensuring that these three areas constantly felt the sensation of being restrained. As Alice was still an inexperienced young girl, this thong—designed to target a woman’s vulnerabilities—naturally made her afraid to struggle. She didn’t even dare to move her wrists too much, fearing that any excessive movement might tighten the connected thong and cause pain to her three orifices. She had been wearing a mask made of a blend of premium magical beast hide and latex for an extended period, sealing her eyes and nose. Her nose could only breathe in the thin air through a breathable membrane made of black gauze, which made her extremely uncomfortable. With her vision blocked, all she could perceive was a pitch-black void, and the unpleasant sensation of the latex only deepened her inner anxiety and worry. Unable to see what was happening outside, she could only rely on the jolting vibrations of the carriage as it bounced along the road to remind herself that she was still being transported. The constant jolting of the carriage caused the latex dildo stuffed into her mouth to repeatedly jolt against her tender throat, brushing against her rosy, sensitive mouth, causing a wave of nausea to well up from time to time and even making her gag slightly. At first, Alice had felt confident that her willpower would be enough to endure such tight restraints, but now that several hours had passed, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret. “Mmm... mmm...” (If only I’d asked them to give me some lighter shackles.) Edson's guards entered the prison carriage and spoke to Alice: "Miss Alice, we've only made it halfway. We'll rest here for a bit." Hearing that they were only halfway through the journey, Alice felt a wave of despair. (Only... only halfway? Is the Moonshadow Kingdom really that far? Does that mean I have to endure this damned mask for several more hours?) "Of course, after traveling so long, you must be hungry and thirsty. We've prepared water and hot dogs for you." (Finally, some food. I'm starving after being jostled around in this carriage for so long.) The prolonged escort and the deep thrusts of the latex flesh dragon had left Alice's mouth dry and parched, her stomach empty and rumbling with hunger. The prospect of food immediately perked Alice up. Her body, bound tightly by ropes, began to squirm, signaling her desire to eat. The chain around her neck jingled with the movement. Edson's guards quickly produced a key, unfastened the straps of the gag, and slowly withdrew the long, fleshy dragon from Alice's mouth. The sudden removal of the foreign object caused Alice to gag slightly. "Ugh... *cough*... ah..." (This damned thing is finally out. My mouth feels so much better.) Finally able to breathe through her mouth, Alice gasped for air, taking deep, lungfuls of fresh air. Seeing Alice's exhausted state, panting so heavily, the Edson guards quickly said: "Miss, we apologize for your suffering." Although Alice detested the restraints and the gag, she was reasonable. She spoke, her voice still catching her breath: "Hoo... hoo... It's alright... You're just following orders, after all. It's King Edson's command, isn't it?" "We appreciate your cooperation and understanding, Miss Alice. You are truly kind-hearted and sensible." The Edson guard bowed respectfully to Alice. However, Alice reconsidered. She really didn't want to wear the mask anymore. She couldn't see, and breathing was difficult. The latex gag, if worn alone, would have been acceptable. But the combination of the mask and the gag was unbearable, making it hard to breathe. "But... could you... could you take off this mask?" "I'm not asking you to untie me. I still need to play the part of a prisoner..." The Edson guard looked troubled. "Miss Alice, I completely understand your feelings, but King Edson instructed us to maintain the charade flawlessly..." "Just take off the mask. I'll put the gag back on obediently after I've eaten. This mask is truly unbearable on my face, *whimpers*." Alice's voice began to tremble with a hint of a whine. "But..." "Please... I'm really suffering... I can't see anything with this mask on, and I'm afraid to breathe, it's so difficult..." Alice's voice became even more pleading. In the dim prison cell of the Golden Scale Kingdom, only a small red candle flickered, its faint light illuminating Vellis's fair and beautiful face. The firelight shimmered in her sea-blue eyes, and her once-smooth golden hair was now somewhat disheveled, falling over her shoulders. Her neck and hands were locked by 5cm thick profound steel shackles, heavy restraints that clamped tightly around her neck and wrists. The joints were welded shut with molten steel, making them impossible to open. Her black silk-clad feet, already scraped, were fitted with heavy profound steel anklets, riveted and welded shut. Chains thicker than her fingers were welded to the two heavy rings, their immense weight and short length rendering any escape by walking impossible. What brought her the most shame were the three rings deeply inserted into her nipples and her lower extremity's little red bean. All were crafted from immortal gold forged by the Azure Profound Sect, maintaining a delicate size while possessing hardness no less than profound steel. Fine immortal gold chains connected the rings, so any excessive movement of her body could tug at any one of the chastity rings, pulling on the other two through the chain, causing simultaneous pain to the three most sensitive points on her body. Before arriving at this cell, she had endured a long journey and torment. The soldiers of the Golden Scale Kingdom had dragged her by chains attached to her three chastity rings. By the time she entered the cell, her three points were already in unbearable pain. The rings had even turned her nipples red, as if they would bleed, and her lower extremity's little red bean had become somewhat swollen. During her confinement in the cell these past few days, the secret medicine from the Demonic Profound Sect, administered during her ambush at the yamen, had worn off. Her strength had largely returned, and she had repeatedly attempted to break free from the heavy shackles and chains in an effort to escape. However, even with her recovered strength, the hardness of the profound steel and the weight of the restraints were beyond her ability to break or snap. Despite her numerous attempts, each time she only managed to exhaust her accumulated energy, breaking into a sweat with no result. The heavy restraints on her neck and hands, the shackles on her ankles, offered no possibility of escape. She soon despaired, realizing that her own strength was utterly insufficient to break free from these bonds. The entire prison cell was constructed from profound steel, specifically built by the Minister for powerful female knights like Vellis, who possessed strength like a wild bull. The thick profound steel walls and the prison door were impervious to her destruction. Each day, the guards would only deliver meager, unappetilizing meals through the sole food slot in the door – a bowl of hardened, clumped bran porridge and a small amount of drinking water. The long-term lack of nutrition, coupled with her repeated struggles, caused her to rapidly lose weight. Her already slender arms and delicate legs became even thinner. Vellis now knew she could not escape, nor could she free herself from the heavy restraints. She had resigned herself to the worst possible outcome – to be imprisoned here for the rest of her life, until death. (If Ellys also fails to find her father... If she is captured by Koster's lackeys...) Vellis dared not think further. At this moment, the heavy profound steel prison door creaked open, and a guard entered. "Prisoner Vellis! Your identity has been verified." Vellis quickly lifted her small head, her large, watery blue eyes looking at the guard, and said: "You've verified my identity? That's great, I told you I wasn't lying, I really am..." Vellis had thought she would finally be released, but the guard's next words plunged her into disappointment and despair. "We have confirmed that acting King Koster of Pruse has verified that you, your sister, and your mother intended to rebel. To escape, you crossed the deep sea between continents and fled to our Golden Scale Kingdom." Vellis, both furious and incredulous, quickly retorted. "No! You've been deceived by that Koster fellow! He's the traitor who usurped the throne! My sister and I came to seek outside help!" (That Koster, he's too good at twisting the truth!) "You don't need to explain to me. The Minister has already issued an order to exile you to the southwestern region of the Cang Scale Continent for hard labor. I am merely carrying out orders to inform you." (What? Exile to the southwestern desert? For hard labor?) (That detestable Minister... he must be in league with Koster...) Unwilling to accept the exile and hard labor, Vellis slowly rose, dragging her heavy anklets and shackles. She tensed the muscles in her arms again, attempting to break free from the profound steel neck and hand restraints. She spread her legs, applying force to her ankles in opposite directions. The profound steel shackles and anklets emitted a "creaking" sound of metal friction, but they remained firmly locked on her, showing no sign of loosening or deformation. Vellis exerted herself for less than half a minute before releasing the force, gasping for breath. The prolonged feeding of bran porridge had left Vellis with insufficient stamina, her endurance greatly diminished. Vellis's exertion also activated the immortal gold chastity rings inserted into her three points. The fine chains connecting the rings produced a faint sound as they swung, causing a constant pulling and itching sensation at her three points. At this moment, Vellis was like a trapped beast in a cage, desperately trying to break free from its restraints but utterly powerless. "Hoo... hoo... How can it be so strong." Vellis looked at her neck trapped within the steel ring and her small hands locked on either side of her neck, connected by a solid steel bar. A sense of unwillingness filled her heart. She wished she could immediately break free from these annoying shackles, but her strength was like a mere speck of dust before the profound steel restraint devices. The black silk on her ankles had been torn in many places from wearing the anklets and walking for days. The girl's tender ankles were rubbed red by the heavy profound steel anklet rings. The riveted anklets also prevented her from finding any weak points to use leverage to pry them open. (These damned shackles...) At this moment, the guard outside the door, having witnessed the entire scene, yawned and said: "Stop struggling, Prisoner Vellis. The restraints you're wearing are all made of profound steel, the highest grade restraints in our Golden Scale Kingdom. With your strength, it's impossible to break or snap them. The small chastity rings inserted into your three points will also continuously absorb your magic. You cannot escape." Realizing she was truly unable to escape her restraints, Vellis decided to try a softer approach. "...Take me away..." Vellis said dejectedly, her head lowered, a hint of disappointment in her voice as she spoke to the guard. (To be exiled to the southwestern desert for hard labor... They'll surely loosen some of my restraints to make me work. As long as even one is unlocked, I'll be able to seize the opportunity to escape then.) Vellis's mind was still occupied with her escape plan. Deep within the dungeons beneath the arena, a new female slave had arrived. She was the Grand Princess Vellis, who had been captured by Galek after a failed escape attempt while being escorted by soldiers from the Golden Scale Kingdom. Vellis was completely naked, her nipples and clitoris still pierced by the three chastity rings, connected by delicate chains that occasionally clinked as she moved. Her slender ankles were adorned with heavy shackles forged from Red Sand Alloy. Thick chains linked these to the heavy rings locked around her feet. The entire set was cast from Red Sand Alloy, the strongest metal found in the southwestern deserts, requiring the smelting of both gold dust and steel to create. Its hardness and toughness were on par with Darksteel. The shackle's joints had been personally welded shut by Prince Galek using fire magic. There was no key; unless Prince Galek himself or a stronger individual intervened, Vellis could never hope to open these welded-shut shackles on her own. These were top-tier restraints, personally selected by Prince Galek to prevent Vellis from escaping, locking her fair, jade-like feet securely. To prevent her escape via magic, Prince Galek had also "thoughtfully" placed a magic-sealing collar, also made of Red Sand Alloy, around Vellis's swan-like neck. The joint was, again, personally welded shut by Galek. The inside of the collar was inscribed with a magic seal personally applied by Galek, effectively preventing Vellis from channeling her internal magic. Combined with the magic-absorbing function of the three chastity rings, Vellis was completely deprived of any possibility of using magic to escape. However, the neck and wrist restraints that had bound her upper body had been melted away by Prince Galek's fire, restoring freedom to her hands. Faint red marks remained on her wrists and neck from the long-term wear of the restraints. Galek had forged these restraints to bind her upper body specifically to prepare her for combat as a slave in the arena. But this did not mean Vellis had any chance of escaping. The dungeons deep beneath the arena were custom-built by the Prince for powerful individuals like Vellis. The walls and the cell door were constructed from heavy alloy, and the lock mechanism of the door was secured by multiple layers of encrypted tumblers. With Vellis's current strength, breaking free by brute force was impossible. Vellis surveyed her surroundings with her beautiful, sea-blue eyes. The entire interior of the cell contained only a tattered straw bed. A ventilation grate made of alloy bars was the only opening in the wall. The cell door was thick and sturdy, with only a small food slot. She looked at her now-free upper body, flexing her wrists and touching the red marks left by the previous restraints. "Well... at least my hands are free." She then glanced at the welded-shut shackles on her feet. "Damn it, shackles again. Why won't these guys leave my little feet alone..." Vellis lifted her fair, jade-like foot. The immense weight immediately exerted pressure on her slender ankle, and the chains clinked as she moved. "These shackles are quite heavy, about the same as the last pair." Vellis examined the golden, heavy shackles. Seeing that she was alone, the thought of escape resurfaced. "These shackles look so shiny, they're almost... strangely beautiful?" "I'll see just how sturdy this shiny thing is." Vellis lifted her left foot and forcefully stomped it onto the ring of the right shackle, attempting to pry it open with the pressure from her foot. But the Red Sand Alloy, the hardest metal in the desert, was impervious to her efforts. The brute strength that could shatter an enemy's skull was useless against the heavy golden shackle. The shackle emitted a dull thud and remained completely unaffected. "So sturdy?" Seeing that she couldn't break the shackle's ring, Vellis spread her legs apart, applying force outwards with both of her lovely feet, attempting to snap the shackle's chain with the pulling power of her legs. The chain produced a metallic clanging sound under Vellis's straining legs, but it remained utterly still. Not even a hairline crack appeared on the thick, heavy chain. The golden chastity ring at her clitoris swayed gently with her exertions, emitting a faint "clink" with the delicate chains connecting it to the other two rings. Vellis's small face turned red with effort. After straining for several minutes, she released the tension, letting out a deep breath. "Hoo... hoo... This is too strong, isn't it? This chain won't even budge, not even a crack?"