Chapter 1367: The Trial Of The Saintess [Part 2] "Hey, Lady Euphemia, can you hint how to clear this trial?" Thirteen asked, looking at the ceiling of the enclosed cave. However, whether Euphemia heard him or not, he didn’t know because no one answered his question. But something did happen. "Do you smell that?" Stella asked. "The place suddenly smelled like lavender." Thirteen sniffed a few times, and confirmed that the place they were in was starting to smell like lavender. Suddenly, he sensed that his body was starting to heat up, which made his eyes widen in shock. Stella also realized what was happening, and a shocked look also appeared on her face. "Lady Euphemia, isn’t this very inappropriate?" Thirteen asked, his voice a little louder than before. "Are you really trying to make us lose our senses with aphrodisiac? This is such a tasteless trial." Thirteen only had boxer shorts on, while Stella was in a one-piece night gown. It was very obvious what would happen if the aphrodisiac released in the air were to take over their senses. Fortunately, Thirteen was immune to such things. He was merely acting out to see if he could get any kind of response from the White Crane, who was probably observing them right now. "Stella, no matter what happens, make sure to not give in," Thirteen said in a serious tone. "Don’t worry. I am confident that I can resist any form of seduction coming from you." Stella nodded and sat cross-legged on the bed. She then closed her eyes to meditate, to make the White Crane think that she was trying to resist the effect of the aphrodisiac. What the White Crane didn’t know was that she was nearly immune to all forms of aphrodisiac. One of her mothers, who represented the Sin of Lust, made sure to train her daughters so that they wouldn’t fall for such tricks. Truth be told, Stella was more worried about Zion pouncing at her. But when he said that he was confident about managing to resist any form of seduction coming from her, a part of her felt irritated. She knew that she was a beautiful young lady, and to say otherwise would be denying her birthright. There was no lack of suitors who wished to become her partner, but her father and grandfather were the ultimate gatekeepers, preventing any boy from even touching her hand. Even if Zion were to become affected by the aphrodisiac, she was confident that she would be able to knock him unconscious before he even had the opportunity to touch her body. Several minutes passed, and yet, the scene that Euphemia wished to happen was not happening. ’Is the dosage not strong enough?’ Euphemia thought. ’I guess I’ll increase it a bit.’ A few seconds later, the smell of lavender grew more intense, which made the corner of Thirteen’s lips twitch. His body felt hot, and he could tell that his sensitivity had also increased. But aside from that, the urge to pounce on the young lady on the bed with him still failed to overcome his willpower. Thirteen was not really a lustful person, and for him, the act of making love had become something sacred, especially after regaining his memories of Kate. He would not make love with anyone aside from his lovers, and even if Euphemia were to increase the amount of aphrodisiac inside the closed cave, he was confident about enduring it. Instead of worrying about themselves, the two teenagers were more worried about each other, thinking that the latter would not be able to handle the intensity of the aphrodisiac that had now filled the entire bed chamber. Perhaps no longer able to understand what was happening, Euphemia finally spoke an hour later. "Zion, are you really a man?" Euphemia asked. "There is such a beautiful young lady in front of you, and you’re not even tempted to at least get a feel?" "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me," Thirteen replied. "And for your information, I already have six lovers. I am not ignorant when it comes to the arts of love making." "Since you already have six lovers, adding one more wouldn’t be a problem, right?" Euphemia insisted. "Just look at Stella. She’s beautiful, has a sexy body, and seems fertile enough to give birth to your child." "Sorry, I’ll pass," Thirteen replied without hesitation. "She is indeed a very beautiful lady, but her little sisters and I are good friends. They will probably bite me if I bite their sister." "... But you already bit her when the two of you were sleeping," Euphemia replied. "Didn’t I say earlier that you were like a baby during your sleep? You were suck--" Thirteen coughed loudly, drowning out Euphemia’s words. "Damn, this aphrodisiac is tickling my throat." Thirteen coughed a few more times for good measure. "What are you trying to accomplish here?" Stella blinked once then twice, certain that Euphemia was so close to saying something very important, but Zion’s cough drowned out the rest of her words, making it impossible for her to hear the rest. "Didn’t I say earlier that this is a trial?" Euphemia replied. "As long as Stella proves that she is the Saintess of Lust, you will gain the right to receive the Divine Key." Stella’s face turned beet-red because Euphemia seemed to be hinting at the word "lust," as if this was the clue on how to pass this trial. ’Wait, does this mean that I have to do it with him?!’ Stella bit her lip before glancing at the teenage boy, who was only wearing his underwear. Zion’s body was lean and toned, showing great physical prowess for his age. In fact, she had wanted to ask him this question a while ago, but she noticed a few bruises located on some parts of his body, like his collar bone, his chest, and even on his abs. She had an idea about what they were since her mother had also shown her kiss marks in the past. Still, she was too embarrassed to ask this question directly, so she averted her gaze from Zion’s face and body, which had a healthy tinge of red due to the effect of the aphrodisiac. It was then when she heard Zion’s voice that was directed to her. "Don’t fall into temptation, Stella. While I don’t think that I’m the most good looking young man in the world, my lovers always tell me that my body tastes good. So if you’re thinking of eating me, know that it’s perfectly normal, and I won’t think badly of you because of it. And if you plan to do so, please be gentle." "Who would want to eat you?" Stella asked, fighting the strong urge to roll her eyes. "I’m more worried about you eating me up. Also, what was Lady Euphemia saying earlier about you being a big baby?" Thirteen coughed pretending that he didn’t hear the young lady’s question. While he believed that the possibility of him biting Stella when he was asleep was high, he would not admit anything unless an irrefutable proof was presented to them. He could always argue that Euphemia was merely making things up in order to mess with them. So, without revealing anything, Thirteen simply sat still and refrained from going close to the young lady, whose face had grown more seductive due to the blush that appeared on her face.