A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 1] Chapter 73

[Vol. 1] Chapter 73: This is Too Cool!

 

Once important things are repeated three times, it immediately makes people nervous. The system’s repeated reminders puzzled Ifia, who was lying in bed, wondering what had suddenly happened. Could it be because of Amelia’s departure that the system has new tasks again? No, that’s not right! She completely ignored the second task the system issued, so the progress is now at zero.

 

[System, once Amelia’s leave, you come back to life!]

[Host, due to receiving orders from higher-ups, the system needs to temporarily hibernate for a period of time, during which it cannot accompany the host. Please be careful, host.]

 

Listening to the mocking remarks from the foolish host, the system couldn’t help but sigh. If it could, it really didn’t want to leave! After all, the host it was bound to is not only foolish but also a trouble magnet. Even if it does nothing, it will still end up in danger. Especially after colliding with the original storyline, it was directly pulled into the mess. It really makes the system more and more worried!

 

But it can’t stay either. The system wonders why the main god suddenly summoned it? Is it because the world-saving mission is progressing too slowly, and the main god called it over to criticize and educate it?

 

Or perhaps to teach the foolish host brilliant techniques to capture the heart of the villainess, making the main god feel hopeful for success and therefore calling it over to praise?

 

Ah! The uneasy feeling in its heart is truly terrible. Fortunately, in the midst of misfortune, the time it spends away is not long. As long as the foolish host behaves honestly, there won’t be any unexpected incidents.

 

[Huh? What’s going on? First, Amelia is leaving, and now you’re leaving too. Did you guys plan this together?]

 

When Ifia heard that the system was temporarily leaving, she immediately expressed her displeasure, pouted, and turned over in bed. Her black long hair became messy, and her posture changed from lying down to lying like a lazy fish, burying her face in the soft pillow.

 

Since leaving Amelia’s residence, she has always encountered unpleasant things. Although the useless system couldn’t be of much help, it could always keep her company and chat. Suddenly being unable to contact it now feels very unusual, especially when Amelia is about to leave, and the system is also temporarily disconnecting…

 

[Host, difficulties are only temporary, please overcome them.]

[During the system’s dormancy, please, host, do not go to dangerous places. Stay in the Pulis Academy as much as possible, avoid being manipulated by others, and you won’t be involved in dangerous events.]

 

Soon after, listening to the system babbling on, it was as if it were chattering like a housekeeper. Ifia was initially feeling a bit uneasy. However, with the system’s continuous nagging, all the discomfort suddenly disappeared. She even hoped the system would leave quickly!

 

[Stop, stop, stop, system, go ahead and rest assured in your dormancy. I guarantee nothing will happen!]

[Host, the more you say that, the more uneasy I feel!]

 

The system was genuinely concerned, but it seems the foolish host has no intention of avoiding trouble. This made the system contemplate whether it should give more instructions, so the foolish host doesn’t take things lightly.

 

[Well, if not, you can’t take me with you for dormancy… I also don’t know where Amelia went. If it’s not something important, she could have taken me along to spare me from boredom at the academy.]

[……]

 

However, before the system could speak, Ifia started to babble instead.

 

This situation gave the system a headache. Based on its covert observations, the villainess is planning to visit the three-headed poisonous dragon, Azhdaha, to prevent the release of venomous creatures within Azhdaha’s body due to its irritability. Just thinking about it indicates how extremely dangerous it is. Does the foolish host want to go along?

 

Shouldn’t she just stay obediently at the academy?

 

[By the way, system, do you know what Amelia went to do?]

[Host, please be aware that the system is about to enter dormancy, and the duration of wakefulness is unknown.]

 

Upon hearing Ifia’s inquiry, the system ceased its nagging and quickly provided information before entering dormancy. Seeing the system slip away without further explanation, Ifia rolled her eyes in silence. She had initially been feeling sad and wanted to express her emotions, but the system’s actions dispersed her worries.

 

…………………………………

 

“Ifia, Ifia, look! This is the diary I wrote yesterday! To celebrate, I deliberately changed to a new diary, so every time I write, I can see the memorable day’s beginning.”

 

Early in the morning, Ifia lay on the table, listening to Jessica’s chattering. She responded with a few perfunctory words, feeling so drowsy that her mind was muddled. Getting up early didn’t allow her to fully wake up, she still wanted to fall back asleep with her sleepy eyes.

 

Although Ifia thought she had accepted the temporary departure of Amelia and the system, she still had trouble sleeping at night.

 

It wasn’t until dawn that sleepiness finally crept in, and by then, it was already time for the daily school routine. However, Jessica, who had come uninvited, seemed completely oblivious. She waved her diary in hand with great gusto, wearing a triumphant expression as if she were a victorious general returning from battle. This drew quite a few curious glances from onlookers.

 

The loud commotion caught Ifia’s attention, and she reluctantly raised her eyes, immediately taken aback! The drowsiness was almost entirely dispelled by the surprise. Jessica’s brand new diary was impressively thick, and if used for self-defense, it could probably knock someone out!

 

Noticing that Ifia was finally somewhat awake, Jessica proudly opened the diary, revealing over fifty pages filled with entries from yesterday. Glancing hastily, the density of compliments and praises was jaw-dropping.

 

“Jessica, did you sleep last night?” 

 

Curious about the impressive diary, Ifia asked, looking at Jessica who seemed as energetic as usual.

 

“Why sleep? I was so excited I didn’t sleep the whole night, and I can even stay awake for another three days and nights!” Jessica raised her hand proudly, tossing her hair back and giving a mischievous smile. Despite being a night owl like Ifia, her condition was enviable.

 

At that moment, Lucy, who shared the same desk, silently took out a new diary as well, equally excited. “Could this be telepathy? I didn’t sleep last night either and wrote in my diary all night!”

 

Evidently, being invited as guests by Amelia left a lasting impression on both Jessica and Lucy, prompting them to write lengthy diaries overnight.

 

“Hey, Ifia, look, those people didn’t come to class.” Ifia’s drowsiness, chased away by the surprise, didn’t make her feel like sleeping again. At this moment, Jessica nudged her arm with her elbow, then gestured with her chin towards some empty seats in the classroom, her words filled with schadenfreude.

 

Those extreme commoner faction members, just the fact that their faces were painted black meant they’d need a few days off. Not to mention the cost of buying new uniforms after the old ones were damaged. However, with Amelia taking care of things now, Ifia speculated that these classmates couldn’t continue staying at the academy. Perhaps they had already dropped out.

 

After signaling, Jessica couldn’t resist speaking again, “No, I have to find out what’s going on now!”

 

True to her words, in less than five minutes, Jessica brought over someone who knew the situation, forcefully pressed her into the chair she had brought over, and then took another chair from the empty seats to sit down. The four of them sat in a circle and began today’s gossip session.

 

“Arlan, do you know why Buena and the others didn’t come?”

 

Arlan, pulled over by Jessica, was also a noble student. She had short brown hair and orange-yellow eyes, portraying a cool and handsome appearance. Unlike typical noble students, she had a lively commoner boyfriend named Antoine.

 

As for how lively Antoine is…

 

It can be said that ever since he entered Pulis Academy, he has been well-informed about news from the first to the third year. His powerful information-gathering skills undoubtedly make him the king of gossip. 

 

Even the petite and agile Jessica feels inferior to him. In private, he often chatters with Ifia, confidently stating that with this skill, he will definitely enter the media industry after graduating from the academy and become a news reporter for the Darwa City newspaper.

 

“I’m not Antoine. You should ask him.”

 

Compared to Antoine, the gossip king, Arlan is actually not interested in gossip. Facing Jessica’s eager gaze, Arlan sighed helplessly. It was clear that she had been subjected to a fair amount of pleading due to her boyfriend’s gossip skills, especially now.

 

Upon hearing Arlan’s response, Jessica pouted in frustration and complained, “You also know that we’re not in the same class as Antoine, Arlan. Our friendship formed since childhood, is it so easily broken? You’re not even willing to reveal this tiny bit of information. Oh no, I must have made a mistake.”

 

“Stop, is it not enough that I said it!” In the end, Arlan succumbed to Jessica and gave her an annoyed glare.

 

Nor did Arlan show any reservation because Ifia and Lucy were present. When her gaze passed over Ifia, Arlan’s orange-yellow eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity. She didn’t refuse Jessica, partly due to Ifia being a unique student. After all, establishing a friendship with her could potentially lead to interaction with the Duke’s daughter.

 

Of course, it doesn’t mean Arlan had malicious intentions in approaching Ifia. She simply wanted to get to know the Duke’s daughter. People aim for higher positions, and water flows downhill. Knowing the Duke’s daughter could benefit not only herself but also her family if there was an opportunity for affiliation.

 

However, because Arlan only glanced quickly, her speed prevented anyone from noticing. Ifia remained unaware.

 

“Because Buena is in the same class as me, Antoine did mention… ever since Buena and her friends joined the extreme commoner faction, their personalities changed drastically. They not only follow the senior members of the faction to oppress others when not in class but also seem to have developed ambitions. This led them to cross paths with someone they shouldn’t have.”

 

“Yesterday, Buena and the others were painted black, and their uniforms were damaged. When they woke up from unconsciousness, they were furious and vowed to make someone pay for it.”

 

“There was quite a commotion at the time, and many students witnessed it.”

 

At this point, Arlan paused for a moment, looking at Jessica with a somewhat ambiguous smile.

 

This made Jessica, under the gaze of her friend, involuntarily touch her nose in a guilty manner. She was involved in the scheme against Buena and her friends, though she only played the role of a cold and indifferent “porter.” Yet, because of helping Ifia, she was invited as a guest by Miss Barlen!

 

Come on, it’s just super awesome!

 

After giving Jessica a glance, Arlan continued, “Because Buena and her friends looked quite miserable, and they remained unconscious at the school gate for quite some time, people made fun of them. When they returned to the dormitory, they were still very angry and shouting about revenge.”

 

“I initially thought the academy would be in chaos because of them, but unexpectedly, shortly after they returned to the dormitory, someone immediately took them away.”

 

“It’s said that a group of soldiers took action and, incidentally, helped them with the withdrawal procedures from the academy.”

 

At this point, even though Arlan didn’t mention names, everyone understood. In the Sith Empire, there are not many nobles who can mobilize soldiers, and in Pulis Academy, there are only two. One is the royal heir, Prince Carloy, and the other is the Duke’s daughter, Amelia Barlen.

 

“Wow, this is so cool!” 

 

Listening to the story, Jessica became excited and couldn’t help but exclaim. Although Ifia mentioned that Miss Barlen would help resolve the aftermath, she didn’t expect such a decisive action! Ordering soldiers to take them away…

 

Haha, even if she wasn’t present, she could imagine the fear, panic, and regret of Buena and her friends.

 

It’s absolutely a complete suppression!

 

Now, not to mention Buena and her friends, who have already dropped out and might cause trouble, even the senior members of the extreme commoner faction probably wouldn’t dare to get involved with Ifia in any way. After all, in the past, the extreme commoner faction’s disruptions in Pulis Academy were at most minor disturbances. There had never been an example of soldiers coming to arrest someone before a malicious incident occurred.

 

Now, Ifia has given the extreme commoner faction a lesson on what it means to have influential support! While Jessica chuckled to herself, she noticed her friend Arlan looking over. Jessica reluctantly suppressed her laughter and pretended to be serious, saying:

 

“The extreme commoner faction in Pulis Academy is like a tumor. They’ve become more and more arrogant in recent years. With the example of Buena and her friends now, I guess they should behave themselves.”

 

Although the extreme noble faction is equally disdainful, they aren’t as aggressive as the extreme commoner faction, which acts like rabid dogs.

 

However, once the news of Ifia becoming friends with Miss Barlen spreads throughout the academy, the extreme noble faction will also tone down their behavior to avoid trouble. Most people tend to bully the weak and fear the strong.

 

“Yeah, but compared to Buena and her friends being taken away by soldiers, everyone is more curious now about who they actually provoked.”

 

Arlan nodded, implying something with her words, but she didn’t continue on that topic.

 

Instead, she raised an eyebrow at Jessica and started asking about another matter, “I heard you went to Miss Barlen’s residence?”

 

“Hehehe, yeah! Arlan, you wouldn’t believe it, Miss Barlen’s residence is really…”

 

When talking about being invited by Amelia, Jessica immediately perked up and began to elaborate with enthusiasm. This left Ifia sighing and quirking her mouth slightly. After all, it was just an invitation from Amelia, but Jessica and Lucy acted like they had gone on a space voyage…

 

However, Amelia, before leaving, even had to clean up the mess caused by them. She actually used soldiers for that… Hehehe, why is Amelia so good~

 

Wait until Amelia comes back, and I’ll make something delicious for her!

 

(~*v*)~

 

While Jessica was eloquently narrating yesterday’s wonderful experience, the gazes of several commoner students on the other side carried a sense of fear as they looked at them.

 

“Irene, did you hear? Buena and her friends were taken away by a group of soldiers in armor and expelled because they messed with Ifia.”

 

“Ah, let’s avoid Ifia in the future. If we upset her, maybe we’ll also be taken away and expelled!”

 

“I think you guys are overthinking. Ifia has a good personality, not the type to bully others. If Buena and her friends didn’t provoke Ifia, they wouldn’t be in this situation now.”

 

“Hmph, what, do you also want to be a lapdog for the nobles?”

 

In the midst of the ongoing argument, Irene remained silent. She dared not cast her gaze toward Ifia’s direction. After seeing Ifia’s face, she feared revealing the jealousy that was becoming increasingly difficult to conceal.

 

Why?

 

Why did Ifia always turn bad situations into good ones? Miss Barlen, the Duke’s daughter, protected her as if guarding a rare treasure. Why did such an outstanding person only befriend Ifia? Meanwhile, Irene struggled to get close to the Crown Prince, but she still hadn’t succeeded.

 

As fellow students who entered the school together, Ifia and she shared the same dormitory. Both had black hair and black eyes, excelled in their studies, and had many similarities. However, luck seemed to favor Ifia. It felt like Ifia had taken away all her good fortune.

 

Irene couldn’t help but feel that things should not have developed this way. She should be the center of attention, the one envied and admired by others!

 

“Alright, enough arguing. What’s the point of arguing? Instead of wasting time on arguments, why not focus on reviewing and try to secure the top spot in the grade next month… Oh, Irene, where’s your desk mate, Fiona? It’s almost time for class, and she hasn’t arrived yet?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Upon hearing someone inquire about Fiona, Irene shook her head.

 

Recently, Fiona has been coming and going at odd hours, and she seems unable to concentrate during classes. Although she still flaunts the gifts received from Ronnie, Fiona’s complexion is visibly downcast. There are noticeable marks on her arms and neck, coupled with Fiona’s current lavish spending habits, leading Irene to make some speculations.

 

However, these are just speculations, and there’s no need to voice them out. Regardless of whether the guesses are accurate or not, Irene has already decided to change her partner, similar to how she completely erased the memory of her former desk mate, George, who has already dropped out. It’s as if he were gently erased with an eraser, leaving no trace behind. Now it’s Fiona’s turn.

 

……………………………………

 

“Fiona, you’re quite something!”

 

In a shabby room within the dark alley of Roseanne Street, a chubby man is getting dressed again, while Fiona lies expressionless and naked on the bed. She pretends not to hear the man’s words and doesn’t respond, choosing to remain silent.

 

However, the man pays no attention to her lack of response. Before leaving, he embraces Fiona and makes some lewd comments, then leaves contentedly. It’s only at this point that Fiona comes back to life, picking up the silver coins the chubby man had thrown on the bed and counting them one by one.

 

Six silver coins in total. Great. She can buy something for Ronnie again! Ronnie will praise her! While thinking so, tears uncontrollably flow down Fiona’s face, dropping onto the silver coins and forming noticeable droplets. She doesn’t know why she feels so sad, but it’s only temporary. Once she leaves this place, she will be the pure and lovely Fiona again.

 

When she was a child, her parents were cold and indifferent, each finding their own lovers. Only Ronnie accompanied her and treated her well, so now, for Ronnie, she can do anything. As for why things turned out this way…

 

Not long ago, due to a lack of money, Fiona had to work part-time during her free time. Coincidentally, a colleague mentioned a well-paying and easy job. Fiona believed it to be true, and after being forced, she thought that since she had already done it once, a few more times wouldn’t matter.

 

This job did bring in money quickly, allowing her to exchange it for Ronnie’s smile. Today, she plans to buy sweet juice and cake for Ronnie! Thinking of Ronnie, Fiona quickly tidies herself up and heads to the dessert shop with a light step, imagining the joy on Ronnie’s face when she sees the sweet cake, making her incredibly happy.

 

As she passed through the alley, about to reach the street, two individuals dressed in black robes intercepted her.

 

“Are you Fiona?”

 

“Who are you?”

 

The men in black robes spoke with male voices, making Fiona a bit scared as she took two steps back, tightly clutching her pockets, afraid that these two men might rob her. This money was meant to buy a cake for Ronnie!

 

Ignoring Fiona’s subtle movements, one of the men in black robes, upon confirming her identity, immediately spoke to her, “As a student of Pulis Academy, with a bright future ahead, you willingly choose to fall into the abyss and consort with demons.”

 

“A person like you must face judgment!”

 

While speaking, the man in black robes swiftly restrained Fiona’s arms, rendering her instantly powerless to resist. The other one took out a cloth and gagged Fiona’s mouth, leaving her with only muffled sounds of fear.

 

“Fallen witch of the abyss, you should repent with your life and atone for your sins with death!”

 

After the man in the black robe spoke again, Fiona suddenly thought of a possibility. Her terrified body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her face turned pale with fear.

 

During this period, a series of consecutive disappearances had spread throughout Dalwa City, and the missing commoner women were all of questionable moral character.

 

“This week’s witch hunt is still missing one person. Once we capture one more, we can initiate the sacred judgment!”

 

“Not necessarily. The divine messenger mentioned that we need to choose a day of light to begin the judgment. We’ll have to let these witches live a few more days.”

 

Fiona, being a powerless and now completely subdued young woman, was not considered a threat by the two men in black robes. They began to chat casually. When they mentioned the words “sacred judgment,” you could hear the fervor in their excited voices. When it came to witches, their disgust was extreme.

 

After finishing their conversation, the man in the black robe looked down at Fiona and disdainfully said, “Witches who sell their souls to demons should pay with their lives! Those who are protected by the gods should be diligent and kind. Witches who deceive others’ emotions, trade their bodies for wealth, and oppress others through power should not be allowed to live in this world!”

 

“After judging this batch of witches, it’s time to make those noble witches pay!”

 

The man in the black robe became increasingly agitated as he spoke, clenching his fists tightly, causing his body to tremble slightly, and the black robe to shake along with it. Seeing this, the other person patted his shoulder and reassured him, “Don’t worry, those witches won’t escape!”

 

Fiona silently listened to the words of the two men in black robes, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

 

Now that things have come to this, she knows she’s done for! She’s going to die. But why? She hasn’t done anything. It’s just because she doesn’t have money that she resorted to selling her body. Why is she the only one caught? If only she had money…

 

In an instant, Fiona thought of something. She began to struggle violently, making muffled sounds as if she had something to say, attracting the attention of the men in black robes. The dark alley of Roseanne Street only housed prostitutes, drunkards, and gamblers, so the men in black robes weren’t worried about Fiona escaping from their hands.

 

Seeing her intense reaction, one of the men in black robes raised his hand and removed the cloth stuffed in her mouth to see what Fiona wanted to say. Right after the cloth was pulled out of her mouth, Fiona immediately began to speak with rapid breaths, “The witch you’re looking for, besides me, there’s another one at Pulis Academy.”

 

At this point, Fiona’s eyes were filled with resentment. If only someone had lent her money, she wouldn’t have ended up like this! Why is she the only one suffering from all this? Even if she dies, she wants that person to accompany her!

 

The more Fiona thought about it, the more she felt she was not wrong. She continued speaking slowly, word by word.

 

“Her name is… Ifia!”