A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 1] Chapter 80

[Vol. 1] Chapter 80: Advantage is Hers!

 

Ifia woke up from the darkness, and as she opened her eyes, she tried to sit up, only to feel a sharp pain in her neck. It felt as if it were about to snap!

 

In an instant, the events that had occurred before flashed rapidly in her mind. Remembering what happened before she lost consciousness, Ifia looked around and realized she wasn’t confined in a small dark room, but in what seemed to be a normal but humble room. Aside from the bed she was lying on, there was only a dressing table.

 

Next to the pillow, there was a tray with black bread and a water cup. On the dressing table, there was a basin of water, and beside it, a folded set of clothes. Ifia, rubbing her neck, sat up and, with a resentful tone, began calling out to the system, preparing to settle scores.

 

[System, you previously claimed you couldn’t warn others in advance, and I believed you! But when Daelin pushed me down the hill, why didn’t you sound the alarm?]

 

After being pushed down by Daelin, Ifia hadn’t had the chance to recall what happened. She just felt that something was off. Now, it finally came back to her!

 

Locked up with no one else around, she surmised that after the last escape attempt, the guards would be more vigilant. If she wanted to escape again, careful planning would be necessary.

 

So now she had the time to ask the system for clarification and find out what exactly had happened.

 

[Please, host, do not overly rely on the system to avoid danger. After all, the system is not omnipotent. For impulsive dangers like Daelin, it requires a scan to sound the alarm, but accidents often occur during the scanning period.]

 

The system was also helpless. It seemed like the people the host encountered were getting more bizarre one after another. Could it be that the foolish host was the legendary magnet for trouble?

 

Upon hearing the system’s explanation, Ifia couldn’t help but roll her eyes. After this lesson, she realized she couldn’t fully trust the system.

 

Sigh! Captured by the pursuit team this time, who knows what she would encounter?

 

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, just as she was about to raise her hand to think about what to do next, unexpectedly, at the moment her palm touched her cheek, a needle-like pain immediately shot through her brain.

 

Then, Ifia remembered that someone had hit her.

 

[System, who was the person who hit me?]

 

[It’s the second-in-command of the Judicators organization, named Dean Angus.]

 

[The next time I see him, immediately notify me!]

 

A gentleman must avenge his grievances, she definitely has to strike back! After exchanging greetings with her assailant, Ifia immediately focused on the current situation.

 

[System, what’s the current situation? Why am I alone here? Can I escape again? And where are Rudeni and Daelin?]

 

Ifia had so many questions in her mind. Before she lost consciousness, she remembered Rudeni, despite a high fever and severe injuries, rolling down the hill with Daelin. None of them successfully escaped, they were all captured.

 

Just because Rudeni didn’t let Daelin escape, Ifia thought she was amazing. If Daelin had managed to escape, it would have been a real shock!

 

As for asking about Daelin, it was purely to find out if she was alive and, if she was, could Ifia give her another blow?

 

At this moment, in Ifia’s mind, Daelin and Fiona were now on the same level of annoyance!

 

Let the destruction begin!

 

[After the host was captured by the Judicators organization, their leader, Bishop Gerard Abel. Came and ordered the host to be held separately.]

 

[Outside the house where the host is located, seven people are guarding and monitoring. According to the system’s calculation, the host’s chances of a successful escape are 0.1%.]

 

[Rudeni is still in a coma, and Daelin is also being held separately.]

 

The system answered one by one. Under normal circumstances, knowing that the host couldn’t escape, the system would have been anxious, even considering whether to risk the danger of being crushed by the world rules to help the host escape from this inevitable crisis. However, the current system remained calm.

 

And why was that? Of course, it was because the villainess was rapidly approaching at a super-fast speed! Since the villainess knew that the host was in danger, the system didn’t need to worry about the host dying. Sometimes, the system felt that the connection between humans and demons might just be like this.

 

Ifia caused trouble up front, and the villainess took care of it from behind. They were a perfect match!

 

Regarding why the villainess treated the foolish host so differently, the system had been analyzing data. The result, after comparing data, suggested that it might be because the host’s foolishness, sincerity, and clear sense of right and wrong made her an interesting target for demons. Such a character was easy to deceive and hurt, but it also piqued the interest of demons.

 

[Is Daelin also being held separately? Why not together with me?]

 

Upon hearing the system’s answer, Ifia felt a bit annoyed. Both being held separately, it would have saved space if they were together!

 

Certainly, it would also be convenient for Ifia to wake up and start hitting people, giving Daelin the big slaps she loved!

 

[The room where Daelin was confined was dilapidated, even worse than the small dark room at the beginning. At this moment, there were mice nibbling at her feet, and Daelin was screaming]

 

[???]

 

Wasn’t the confinement environment different?

 

Ifia looked at her own tidy and clean room and immediately frowned, not feeling it was a good thing but rather unsettling.

 

[System, I have a bad feeling. What does the Judicators organization really want?]

 

[Through the system’s analysis, the excellent treatment the host is currently receiving may be because, among these kidnapped women, the host is the most beautiful!]

 

[???]

 

What does being beautiful have to do with anything?

 

After hearing the system’s words, Ifia became even more puzzled.

 

[Bishop Gerard Abel, as the overseer of the Judicators’ witches, believes that the more beautiful the witch, the higher-level demon they represent. Just like delicious food should be savored last, you, as the host, will be the grand finale, the last witch to be burned as the conclusion of this witch-hunting]

 

[……]

 

Crazy, unbelievable.

 

Are you an idiot!

 

Ifia sarcastically commented, feeling exasperated. Then, thinking about the challenging situation she was currently facing, she asked the system with a hopeful tone:

 

[System, is there any way to avoid death now?]

 

[Of course, but… first, you should clean yourself up with the water on the dressing table. You’re starting to marinate!]

 

[???]

 

Upon hearing the system mention marinating, Ifia was about to retort, but with a subconscious lowering of her head, she caught a whiff.

 

Oh my!

 

In an instant, Ifia felt as if she had seen her grandmother waving at her! What was this smell!!

 

[The plant juice you applied yesterday has undergone fermentation overnight, and its potency is now extremely strong!]

 

Even though the system lacked a sense of smell, judging by the almost suffocating expressions of the Judicators organization members facing the host, it was evident that the host’s scent was extremely unpleasant.

 

If she kept this smell until the villainess arrived…

 

Foolish host, better hurry up and wash yourself!

 

[Indeed, I should wash up.]

 

[Rest assured, the system has detected no eavesdropping in the room, and the guards are maintaining a certain distance from the room.]

 

[……]

 

Ifia didn’t believe that it was the unpleasant smell on her that kept the enemies at bay. She got out of bed and went to the dressing table, taking a look at the toiletries provided. There was shower gel, shampoo, and even a new towel. However, there was only one basin of water, barely enough for a quick wash.

 

After the peculiar odor disappeared from her body, Ifia put on the clothes prepared by the Judicators organization. It was a white cotton and linen long dress with a conservative design, resembling something one might wear when going to church.

 

Once she finished a simple wash, Ifia, feeling refreshed, sat on the bed and continued to inquire the system.

 

[Alright, I’m done washing. What’s next?]

 

[Wait.]

 

[???]

 

What kind of riddles was the system playing now? It was almost urgent, yet it said to wait. Wait for what? Was someone going to descend from the sky to rescue her?

 

[Some things are better left undisclosed. Host, just wait!]

 

Ignoring Ifia’s impatient expression, the system continued to play the mysterious riddler.

 

It’s not that the system wants to be mysterious, it just doesn’t know how to explain. Should it tell the foolish host that the villainess is riding a dragon to rescue her? Or that the villainess is not a human but the most powerful demon lord, a ruler among demons? No matter how you look at it, it’s hard to put into words!

 

So, in the face of this inability to articulate, the system chooses to unilaterally close the chat. After several unsuccessful attempts to call, Ifia understands that the system is using avoidance to refuse to answer again.

 

This useless system!

 

Does waiting really work? Or is she beyond salvation?

 

Instead of giving her a direct answer, the system lets her spend her last moments! In a moment of frustration, Ifia starts brainstorming, coming up with a bunch of random thoughts. Eventually, she gives up and lies down on the bed, deciding to go with the flow. What else can she do when there are seven big guys guarding outside!

 

……………………………………………

 

As Ifia lies down, going with the flow and eating the black bread, time quickly reaches the evening. The system announces eight o’clock, and when Ifia is idling away, the door of her room opens with a bang, followed by two individuals wearing makeshift protective masks and black robes walking in.

 

“The wicked witch, it’s time for you to repent!”

 

Even though the faces of the two figures were covered with layers of cloth, upon seeing the cleaned-up Ifia, a sense of relief could still be discerned from their eyes.

 

In response, Ifia sarcastically curled her lips, wanting to say that even if she were to die, she would die cleanly. So, their cautious demeanor, as if dealing with a biochemical weapon, was truly unnecessary!

 

Ifia didn’t foolishly attack the two figures in black robes. Her small arms and legs were no match for them, so she obediently followed the black-robed individuals out of the room, heading towards the square.

 

As they walked, the black-robed individuals they encountered couldn’t help but curse upon seeing Ifia. Some emotionally charged ones even threw stones, but Ifia, with her agile movements, skillfully dodged them all.

 

Fortunately, her hands were only bound with ropes, allowing her feet to move freely. Otherwise, she would have been hit by the stones.

 

The stones thrown at Ifia weren’t large, but they carried significant insult. However, Ifia ate everything up. She wasn’t going to be at a disadvantage!

 

After successfully dodging the stones, Ifia chuckled, wearing a contemptuous smile on her face. Then, she raised her hand towards the stone-throwers, extending her middle finger in a universally recognized gesture of greeting.

 

At the same time, she greeted them, “Hey, idiots, you missed!”

 

Ever since Ifia, knowing she couldn’t escape, had started going with the flow, she had thrown caution to the wind. Since the system, acting as a mysterious figure, might not survive, she didn’t want to suffer in vain! Anyway, she was going to be burned alive, how much worse could it get?

 

After using her provocation skill, the opponent’s anger immediately surged to +10000. When he rushed over to confront her, Ifia agilely dodged behind one of the black-robed individuals escorting her to face the punishment, blocking an attack on her behalf.

 

When the opponent wanted to attack again, other black-robed individuals quickly restrained him.

 

“Mike, don’t be impulsive, this witch is important!”

 

“Yeah, she’s about to die anyway. It’s not worth engaging with her.”

 

“Don’t ruin the Bishop’s plan!”

 

As soon as the someone mentioned the Bishop, the man who had been mocked by Ifia suppressed his anger. He gave Ifia a resentful look, gritted his teeth, and turned away.

 

[System, it seems like they can’t lay a hand on me. Can they really endure this?]

 

[Host, no shopkeeper would damage the goods displayed in the storefront. Doing so would diminish the value of the goods.]

 

Listening to the system’s words, Ifia had the urge to roll her eyes. However, at this moment, the advantage was in her favor!

 

While Ifia was silently contemplating, one of the black-robed individuals leading her looked at her very displeased and said, “Witch, if you cause any more trouble, I’ll bind your feet as well.”

 

“Who asked him to throw stones at me first? It’s not bad that I didn’t throw them back.”

 

“……”

 

The black-robed person had never seen such an arrogant witch! He thought that Bishop Gerard had appointed this witch as the final culmination of the judgment ceremony because he had recognized the deep connection between her and the demons. Therefore, even facing imminent death, she still showed no remorse!

 

Indeed, the Archbishop Gerard Abel!

 

He was different from ordinary people like them.

 

Thinking of this, the black-robed person quickened his pace, eager to reach the square. Once everything was prepared, the thrilling witch trial would begin immediately!

 

Seeing the opponent hastening like he was being reborn, Ifia smirked and continued to advance at a leisurely pace. Due to rushing earlier, her feet had developed quite a few blisters, and now, after they had burst, they had turned into wounds. Walking felt like stepping on glass.

 

It was excruciating.

 

This slow pace naturally irked the black-robed person. He turned to Ifia with anger in his voice, “Damn witch, even if you delay, it’s futile. You better behave, or else…”

 

“My foot is injured, and I can’t walk fast. Otherwise, would you like to carry me on a stretcher?”

 

“……”

 

Ifia had a reasonable and justified stance, not a defiant attitude of refusing to cooperate, leaving the two black-robed individuals unsure of what to say. Due to Bishop Gerard’s instructions to take good care of her and ensure she remained unharmed, they were unable to lay hands on her, even if angered. They also had to prevent others from harming the witch. Mike’s sudden attack caught them off guard.

 

As for the throwing of small stones, it wasn’t considered serious, so they chose to turn a blind eye to it. They hadn’t expected this witch named Ifia to be unashamed and fearless like other witches. Instead, she was so bold that she seemed ready for a fight.

 

Such troublesome matters should be left for the Bishop to judge!

 

Silently counseling themselves to endure, the black-robed individuals matched their pace with Ifia. When they leisurely reached the square, over thirty black-robed individuals had gathered, along with women crying and pleading. There was also a very conspicuous stake.

 

Twenty stakes were arranged in a row, and one stake stood alone in a prominent location. It was clear at a glance that this one was prepared for her.

 

Tsk tsk, it even had carvings on it.

 

Ifia had already adopted a nonchalant attitude, so when she saw the stakes, she didn’t panic or scream like the other women. Instead, she lifted her head, glanced around, and had more important things to focus on. Shortly after, she received an immediate notification from the system.

 

[In the left front direction, about three hundred meters from the host’s current location, there is a short man engaged in conversation. He is Dean Angus.]

 

(^_^)

 

Found him!

 

Revenge is a dish best served promptly.

 

Even though almost a day and night had passed, Ifia hadn’t forgotten the slap she received yesterday. Her face still hurt! Taking advantage of the inattentiveness of the black-robed guards, Ifia pretended to crouch down to rest, slyly picked up a fist-sized stone, perfect for a good knock on the head.

 

Once she had the stone in hand, she confidently instructed the guards, “Take me for a stroll around. I’m bored sitting here.”

 

Once again, the guards were left speechless at Ifia’s command. Glancing at the other witches crying on the other side and then at Ifia, who looked utterly bored, the contrast was stark.

 

“Wait until you’re on the stake, you won’t be bored anymore.”

 

“If you have the guts, burn me now. Otherwise, shut up and lead the way obediently.”

 

“……”

 

Once Ifia decided to lie down and adopt a nonchalant attitude, no one could threaten her. While the guards were left speechless, the system inexplicably felt a sense of déjà vu in this scene. It realized that when the host first arrived in this world after being bound, she had the same nonchalant attitude when she heard the mission was to save the world. Regardless of threats or temptations, it seemed useless against the host. It appeared that the host was not specifically targeting the system but rather adopting this attitude towards everyone.

 

Seeing Ifia’s unresponsive demeanor, the guard could only take her for a stroll around, attracting attention and anger from onlookers, especially the robed individuals angered by the sight of a witch.

 

To prevent anyone from harming Ifia, the guard had to divert attention elsewhere. After strolling around for several rounds, unexpectedly, Ifia directly confronted Dean Angus. Standing behind him, she jumped up and delivered a powerful blow with a stone.

 

Though Ifia’s strength was modest, her vengeful determination, combined with the weight of the stone, left Dean Angus defenseless and knocked him unconscious.

 

“What are you doing, witch!”

 

Once Ifia had taken her revenge, the guard finally reacted and quickly restrained her. Others rushed to check Dean Angus’s condition, relieved to find he was only knocked unconscious. Then, someone angrily spoke to Ifia, “Wretched witch, you should die! I will eliminate you for the gods…”

 

“No, Bishop Gerard Abel has given orders. We cannot harm this witch now.”

 

Equipped with a temporarily effective get-out-of-death card, Ifia showed no fear. Even after taking her revenge, to prevent any further astonishing actions, the guard directly tied her to the stake. Despite the tight bindings, the stake was surprisingly designed with footholds, preventing her from hanging in mid-air but allowing her to stand in a suspended position.

 

Looking down from above, illuminated by torchlight, the entire square became visible. Ifia first glanced at the trembling women, failing to spot Rudeni and Daelin among them. Instead, she noticed a familiar face, Fiona, who appeared just as terrified as the other women.

 

Pfft. What took you so long? Being scared now is pointless.

 

Uninterested in Fiona’s plight, Ifia shifted her gaze to other areas. Finally, in the crowd, she found Daelin. Just as she was about to take a closer look, a cry erupted in the square.

 

“Bishop Gerard Abel is here!”

 

“Bishop, quickly burn these cursed witches, let the light of God bless the Sith Empire!”

 

“Burn the witches, burn the witches!”

 

Amidst a burst of cheers, Bishop Gerard Abel finally made his appearance. Unlike the other black-robed individuals, he wore a loose-fitting white robe that seemed to emit a circle of sacred light in the firelight. Sporting a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles and coupled with his handsome face and a gentle smile, he easily put people at ease, lulling them into a false sense of security.

 

As Bishop Gerard Abel ascended the makeshift platform, the excited shouts from the crowd below became even more fervent. With a smiling wave, The Bishop gestured to silence the black-robed individuals.

 

After the complete hush fell, he began to speak with a slow yet captivating tone, “Esteemed sons and daughters devoted to eradicating demons, I am honored to be the presenter for this witch trial!”

 

“These fallen witches, who have engaged in despicable deals with demons, bear various abominable sins.”

 

“And we, on behalf of the gods, shall cleanse the world of all darkness, purify their sins with flames, exchange their deaths for repentance, and extinguish the demons lurking behind them with devout faith!”

 

Bishop Gerard’s speech was highly infectious, stirring even greater excitement among the black-robed individuals below the platform. Unable to control their voices, they shouted in exhilaration.

 

“That’s right! We, the children of gods, shall rid the world of evil by burning all these witches!”

 

“We must eradicate demons!”

 

“Haha, we are the protectors of the Sith Empire, people should be grateful to us!”

 

Seeing that the atmosphere had been sufficiently heightened, Bishop Gerard Abel smiled at the crowd. Instead of continuing his speech, he spoke, “Now, let us witness the demise of the first witch. Let the flames engulf her filthy, putrid body, as well as the soul tainted by demons!”

 

As Bishop Gerard’s words fell, black-robed individuals immediately led the so-called witch toward one of the twenty pyres. They were prepared to burn the witch in front of everyone, marking the opening ceremony of the trial.

 

The witch, pressed down by the black-robed individuals, looked at the pyre in panic and shouted, “I am not a witch! Please don’t burn me! I have a daughter. Spare me, please!”

 

Listening to the familiar cries, Ifia recognized the voice and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

 

Hahahaha, it’s an old acquaintance, Daelin!