A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 1] Chapter 62

[Vol. 1] Chapter 62: Can’t Afford to Play

People who enjoy gossiping tend to pause, waiting for enough encouragement before continuing.

Compared to the impatience and anxiety of Ifia and Lucy, the aristocratic girl Jessica remained calm.

As a gossip enthusiast, Jessica was already accustomed to it. Back in the day, she had incredible patience when it came to gathering firsthand information!

Now, these things were trivial, not worth mentioning!

Jessica even gave a flattering “Wow,” eager to reward the storyteller and make them feel satisfied, urging them to continue.

“All the missing people are young women with beautiful appearances. Among them, some are noble mistresses, some deceive men emotionally, and others have affairs and compromises in marriage. In short, none of them are virtuous. At the same time, a strange rumor has surfaced in Darwa City.”

“Is this the important discovery? What does a strange rumor have to do with the police investigating the cases?”

However, before the storyteller could further pique people’s curiosity, someone immediately raised a question.

This caused the storyteller to give the person a displeased look. The atmosphere that had been painstakingly created was disrupted, so the storyteller responded irritably, “Just wait, I haven’t gotten to that part yet!”

“It is said that as long as you write the names of the guilty party on paper, then go to the slums at midnight, press the note against the nameless monument in the woods, and wait for the righteous judge to review, the trial will begin.”

“And through the police investigation, this rumor is related to those missing persons. The names of several people were written on the notes!”

As the story unfolded in strange directions, it gave people goosebumps. However, there were still attentive listeners who raised logical questions, beginning to seek explanations: “Wait a minute, the names of the missing persons were written on the notes. How did the police know? Were those notes still left behind?”

“……”

Alright, with just that sentence, the horror atmosphere immediately dissipated.

Ifia looked at Lucy, who raised the question, with a somewhat wry smile. She felt that her desk mate was sometimes too serious, as rumors spread through word of mouth were inherently uncertain.

This legend was most likely false.

It was probably an urban legend that emerged due to the worsening cases of disappearances.

However, unexpectedly, she found herself right in the middle of the slums, the rumored location.

Considering the dirty and chaotic conditions of the slums, as well as their intricate layout, it was indeed a convenient place for observation and escape. Moreover, people living there were often indifferent to life, not caring about what others were doing, so passersby didn’t have to worry about being seen.

This urban legend was quite particular about the story’s background.

“Those notes certainly wouldn’t have lasted until the police investigation. The fact that the names of the missing persons were on the paper is thanks to the reports from conscientious citizens who witnessed it firsthand… However, it’s said that there were quite a few opportunistic individuals who provided false evidence for revenge, making the investigation more challenging.”

“Of course, the authenticity of this rumor is uncertain, but at least it has provided leads for the investigation.”

“Although it’s said that the missing persons were people with questionable morals, who knows if it’s true or not. After leaving Pulis Academy, we should be careful outside and not attract unwanted attention.”

The discussion about the Darwa City disappearance case didn’t last too long. Regardless of the perpetrator’s motives for kidnapping those victims, they had, after all, violated the law.

This was a crime.

The people in Darwa City were in a state of anxiety, fearing they could be the next victim.

However, for the students of Pulis Academy, there was no need to worry too much within the campus. So, instead of focusing on the disappearance case, students had already started complaining about their various subject teachers.

For example, Professor Jonla in theology class only skimmed over the history of the Sith Empire, instead becoming engrossed in the irresistible myths of Zoroastrianism, aligning with Professor Sibig, a third-year professor, both immersed in demon culture.

Even these theology teachers, obsessed with Zoroastrian myths, have intentionally formed a history group specifically to study various demons in the myths.

“Professor Jonla’s wealth of knowledge is impressive, but it would be better if she didn’t only focus on Zoroastrian myths.”

“I’m also puzzled why theology teachers are so devoted to the demons of Zoroastrianism. Instead of researching demons, why not go to the church, worship, and pray for God’s blessings?”

“Maybe it’s because demon culture is more interesting. The stories of gods all sound the same, but demons always manage to bring something new and shocking.”

“However, compared to mythical legends, I’m more interested in the history of the empire.”

As they chatted away, Ifia listened with a clouded mind. As an outsider, she could only pretend to look serious and act like she understood.

Compared to these boring topics about courses in the academy, she was more interested in hearing strange urban legends.

[Host, how do you view the demons in Zoroastrian mythology, especially the Demon Lord Ahriman?]

Just when Ifia was bored, the system unexpectedly initiated a conversation.

However, the topic it brought up happened to be something Ifia was not interested in.

[Oh, I’ll just sit and watch. If there’s a bed, I could even lie down and watch.]

[……]

Seemingly displeased with Ifia’s dismissive response, the system skillfully went offline and fell silent.

Ifia clicked her tongue a couple of times, thinking that the system really couldn’t take a joke.

She lacked the extensive knowledge of the theology teachers, and her responses were simply dazzling short essays, fitting the saying, ‘Unfortunately, I lack culture, but one exclamation can conquer the world.’

So, if you were to ask her about her thoughts on demon culture?

If demons really existed, encountering them would be a matter of life and death. If you managed to escape, you should count your blessings!

If she encountered the evil god Ahriman, she thought even the flowers on her grave had probably decided on a specific style.

So, since the chances of survival were slim, what else was there to think about? Just lie down and wait for death!

Fantasy romance like ‘The Domineering Evil God Falls in Love with Me‘ had a smaller chance of happening in reality than winning the lottery several billion times. Besides, it wouldn’t happen to her.

Instead of caring about Zoroastrian mythology, Ifia thought it was better to check her wallet first!

After a few days of spending, Ifia found herself economically strained. She needed to consider what she could do to quickly earn money. Reflecting on her recent extravagance, she began to worry. Just a few days ago, she had rejected Amelia’s assistance in the cafeteria, and now she was starting to fret.

However, given the choice again, she would still refuse. It wasn’t like the initial desperate situation where she was on the verge of starving. She had hands and feet and could support herself, even if it meant taking odd jobs… Well, she should be able to!

Considering her recent lavish spending, Ifia felt a bit guilty and started pondering how to make big money with her current situation.

Suddenly, she thought about the rewards she received from completing system tasks. They should come in handy!