Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

"Curse of—of the devil?"

Theresa's eyes were wide open. She did not know what was going on.

Then, she saw the blood stains on her pants. The pain in her abdomen spread out like a cold spring.

Theresa's eyes were wider and wider, as if she had thought of something that she had never thought of, or rather, never wanted to think of.

"Of course, it's not the real devil cursing us. Wait, maybe the devil is cursing us women. Anyway…"

Seeing that Theresa was not sure what to do, Princess Summer pursed her lips and chuckled. "That explains a lot. Now I know why Theresa is so anxious. At first, I thought that you were scared by the brutal battlefield or the Prison Destroyer Cannon. But it turns out to be the devil's curse. I'm greatly relieved… Wait a moment, Theresa. Judging from your appearance, this is not your first time being cursed by a devil, is it?"

Theresa was rendered speechless.

She could only widen her beautiful eyes, puff up her cheeks, and slightly open her small cherry mouth, uttering meaningless whispers.

Her face was redder and redder. The redness spread from her slender neck to her shivering body.

"I, I…"

Theresa wanted to cry but had no tears. She did not know whether to cover her face or to extend her hands to Princess Summer. "I don't want to live anymore. Why did such a thing happen to me? God!"

Princess Summer hurried to hold her and comforted her in a low voice. "Silly girl. Every woman has to experience the curse of the devil. It is not just about you. Besides, the first day is the most painful. Just bear with it for a while. The rest will be bearable."

"You don't understand, Sister Summer. You don't understand. I—I really want to die!"

Theresa buried her head in the softness of Princess Summer's chest. The wonderful feeling was not enough to free her from the overwhelming shame and anger. Her body was cramping, and she mumbled, "It's not about the pain. I—Ouch. It does hurt. Why—why is it so painful? I can't stand it anymore. Sob. Sob. I don't want to be a woman. I really don't want to be a woman anymore!"

"Silly girl, what a child's words. Do you think you can quit being a woman just because you want to?"

Seeing that the female 'devil swordsman' who was fearless and full of mystery when faced with the Demonic Halberd Pig turned into such a crying state, Princess Summer felt sorry for her. She hugged Theresa even tighter and comforted her softly, "Don't be scared. Sister Summer will always be by your side. Let's deal with the curse of the devil together, shall we? Just like how we fought side by side against the Demonic Halberd Pig."

"Huh?"

Theresa raised her head and looked at Princess Summer with her watery eyes.

Princess Summer smiled. Suddenly, she kissed Theresa's forehead like a lightning. "We are best sisters. We agreed to fight side by side, didn't we?"

Theresa was dumbfounded, as if she had been struck by lightning.

Princess Summer smiled. "Come on!"

She suddenly stood up and picked up Theresa in a princess hug.

Startled, Theresa stammered, "Where—where are you taking me?"

"Go back to the medical tent and ask everyone to help you. Our little Theresa is going to become a real woman when she is cursed by the devil for the first time!"

"…God, please strike me with lightning!"

Theresa's head was blank. Her soul seemed to have been absorbed by the swirl of pain in her abdomen. She was at Princess Summer's mercy like a puppet.

Princess Summer carried Theresa back to her tent.

Then, she whispered to Natasha, Hela, Vera, Ke'er, and the rest of them.

Suddenly, brisk laughter burst out inside and outside the medical tent.

"That explains a lot. We thought that you were scared by the bloody battlefield and worried that you might be traumatized. So, that's what happened. It's alright. It's not worth mentioning. It will pass."

Hera smiled. "No wonder you were so against being close to Lord Black Jack. You used to be a little girl. Thankfully, we were not reckless."

"That's right, Theresa. It's perfectly normal to be cursed by the devil. Although the curse might be too late for someone your age, there's nothing to worry about. It's good that you're here."

Vera smiled. "Come on. I'll ease your pain with the Blessing Spell and boil some mild herbs for you. You should be fine after today."

In the world of magic, there were too many species for a female of a different species to be cursed by the devil for the first time. For example, the elves could live for hundreds of years. Naturally, they could not be cursed by the devil in their teens.

Therefore, although Theresa did not look like a thirteen-year-old girl, her sisters did not suspect anything.

Elf Vera laid Theresa on the bed and held a warm ball of light in her hands.

She rubbed the 'light ball' carefully and pushed it into Theresa's stomach. Warm sunlight was flowing slowly between her veins and nerves.

Although the pain was not entirely relieved, the excruciating pain had become duller. He could barely grit his teeth.

Then, she offered him sweet and thick herbal juice.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but after a sip, Theresa did feel that her body was much warmer.

But when she thought of what was happening to her right now, she started trembling uncontrollably from the depths of her soul.

The dazzling red stain on her skirt seemed to be burning her heart like the fire of hell.

"Teresa, take off your pants and your underwear. Shall I wash them for you?"

Princess Summer said, "You'd better stay away from cold water for the next few days."

"Thank you, Sister Summer."

Theresa's head was almost lowered to the tips of her toes. Her voice was thinner than that of a mosquito. Suddenly, she thought of something and reignited the fire on her face and neck. She stammered, "But what should I wear? I—I'm still here. I'm still—"

"I know that you are still being tortured by the devil. The devil is trying to send its most evil power into your body, and your body is fighting against the devil. Blood is flowing like a river.

Princess Summer said, "You should use this in the next few days. Come to this secret place. I'll teach you how to use it."

"Well—"

Theresa was dumbfounded and breathing heavily. Ten thousand bells seemed to be ringing inside her head. "What—what is this?"

"This is the 'Demon Sealing Bag'.

Princess Summer explained, "We are going to use it to catch the dirty devil's blood and soul so that the dirty, stinky stuff will not corrupt the sacred world. This one is brand new. The remains and souls of the devils are not sealed inside. But you must learn how to dismantle and purify it yourself. Make sure that all the devils inside are cleansed before you use it again. Here, let me teach you."