A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 2] Chapter 19
[Vol. 2] Chapter 19: I’m Sorry
When Ifia saw Amelia for the first time, her heart was filled with excitement, feeling an unexpected longing after just two short days of separation. However, in the next moment, she began to hide.
She immediately used teleportation to position herself behind Jessica, pretending she didn’t exist. There was no particular reason for it. Amelia had always been refined and elegant, whether in clothing, appearance, or every graceful movement. Every glance she cast was captivating.
On the contrary, Ifia looked at herself – in pajamas, slippers, and with disheveled long hair. Oh no, this was not presentable at all! Initially, Ifia didn’t think her appearance was embarrassing. She wasn’t overly exposed, at most appearing a bit unkempt. But who would bother to dress up for an emergency gathering at night?
In this church, apart from fellow students, there were only the aloof priests and nuns. Who was there to impress with such a stylish look? She just wanted to be comfortable.
Ifia felt confident just a moment ago, but now she was filled with regret. “Miss Barlen!”
While Ifia was regretting silently, Archbishop Mirabeau widened his eyes in surprise. His words carried disbelief, never expecting the Duke’s daughter to appear at this moment.
The Sith Empire’s famous Imperial Red Rose, probably few nobles are unfamiliar with this formidable daughter of the Duke. Not only does she possess astonishing beauty, but her methods are also resolute and ruthless. For instance, it was her proposal that led to the royal family refusing to provide relief funds this time.
Engaging in political affairs at such a young age, yet no one dares to question her. Mirabeau, holding a high position in the church, has more specific information.
The church learned from the knight order that the Duke’s daughter dislikes the church because of that guy, Gerard Abel, who kidnapped her commoner friend. Therefore, she even took matters into her own hands to personally rescue her friend. Even though Gerard Abel is already dead, the Duke’s daughter’s anger cannot be appeased, leading to repercussions for the church.
Unfortunately, as the clergy is involved in criminal cases related to hunting witches, the church dares not make a big deal out of it, damaging its reputation. Hence, it can only silently endure this setback.
At this moment, when seeing Amelia Barlen, the one who caused the church to be in crisis, the instigator, Mirabeau not only cannot show displeasure but also has to express a friendly attitude, actively trying to salvage the relationship between the church and the Duke’s daughter.
After all, anyone with discerning eyes can tell that Amelia Barlen is no less capable than her duke father, and she might even surpass him. Even if she marries into the royal family, she will be a queen wielding power, capable of competing with the king. If something goes wrong with the marriage between the Duke’s daughter and Prince Carloy, it’s not an exaggeration to say that the next ruler of the Sith Empire might be uncertain!
However, why did the Duke’s daughter suddenly come to the church? Could it be to seek blessings from Saint Tiffany? Since her appointment as the Archbishop, she has never seen the Duke’s daughter personally visit the church.
“Archbishop Mirabeau, did I come at the wrong time?” Amelia’s expression was faint as she stopped a distance away from everyone. She then lightly tapped the palm of her other hand with a folding fan, her indifferent purple eyes looking at Mirabeau. Despite the casual tone and lack of a special expression on her face, it made people inexplicably nervous. The pressure was palpable.
The smile on Mirabeau’s face involuntarily stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He hurriedly replied, “Miss Barlen, we are just discussing a matter that will be resolved soon.”
“Oh?” Amelia’s elongated “oh” tone increased the pressure, making Mirabeau secretly distressed.
Standing beside her, Nornada, who couldn’t stop scratching, brightened her hazel eyes at the sight of Amelia. She emitted a mix of desire and calculation. The church is no longer yielding any benefits, so it’s time to explore a different path. As long as she befriends the Duke’s daughter, there’s a good chance of obtaining a substantial amount of money. However, her current appearance is not favorable. Intense itching all over her body has led to vigorous scratching, leaving her face with no exception. This has caused her entire body to turn red and swollen, making her look disheveled even without checking a mirror.
Curses! Just at this time! The more she thought about it, the angrier Nornada became. She glared fiercely at Jessica, continuously shouting in her mind, swearing to make these interns pay the price.
Upon receiving Nornada’s gaze, Jessica retaliated with an equally fierce stare, thinking that Ifia’s Miss Barlen had arrived, representing backup! Mirabeau wants to maintain a semblance of peace, and it depends on whether Jessica agrees!
Thinking of this, Jessica, like an elementary school student eager to answer a question in class, spoke loudly, “Miss Barlen, the church is conducting a full search because Sister Nornada fell ill, including our dormitories!”
As Jessica uttered these words, Mirabeau’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected the intern to directly reveal it. The other priests and nuns present maintained silence, this involves their noble dignity, and even the honor of the church cannot make them continue to protect the interns.
“Archbishop Mirabeau, is that so?” Amelia lightly raised her eyebrow, putting direct pressure on the bishop’s side, causing cold sweat to almost trickle down Mirabeau’s forehead. He didn’t know how to explain this situation, especially now that there was a higher-ranking authority present.
Just as Mirabeau was at a loss, Nornada, standing beside him, took the initiative to step forward, her face unable to hide the excitement. She spoke to Amelia, “Miss Barlen, that’s right. After a dispute with these interns in the afternoon, my body started having problems. I suspect it’s demonic sorcery!”
Nornada completely disregarded the impropriety of suggesting demonic sorcery as a clergy member in the church. She only wanted to use this opportunity to get acquainted with the Duke’s daughter. Upon hearing the words “demonic sorcery,” Amelia’s mouth curled with an ambiguous meaning.
“I never expected demonic sorcery to appear in the sacred church. Archbishop Mirabeau, it seems I need to propose a reevaluation of the church’s competence and responsibilities to His Majesty the King,” Amelia remarked.
This caused Mirabeau’s cold sweat to finally fall. “Miss Barlen! This is just Sister Nornada’s self-doubt, unrelated to the church! Instead of demonic sorcery, I suspect she may have come into contact with something, causing an allergic reaction throughout her body.”
At this critical moment, regardless of other considerations, focusing on the church was a priority. Mirabeau hurriedly distanced himself from responsibility and tried to find ways to justify the search: “Therefore, we checked within the church’s premises to see if there’s any presence of poisonous insects or plants.”
“Since the priests and nuns are resistant to the inspection, I will report it, and then we can consider other methods to resolve this issue later.”
Archbishop Mirabeau’s attempt to evade responsibility left Nornada incredulous as she widened her eyes. Just as she was about to retort, Mirabeau gave her a fierce glare, as if warning her that continuing to cause trouble wouldn’t be tolerated, even by the prestigious Kefid family. This angered Nornada, and she gritted her teeth, looking towards the noble Duke’s daughter, thinking that if she befriended the Duke’s daughter, Mirabel wouldn’t dare underestimate her!
“If that’s the case, we can disperse,” Nornada said.
“Of course, of course!” Amelia no longer paid attention to the farce, turning her head to gaze at the interns. When her eyes focused on Jessica, everyone present was shocked. No wonder Jessica dared to speak up in public, she knew Miss Barlen?
Even though Jessica was a sociable person, being scrutinized by everyone made her a bit nervous. She quickly took a few steps to the side, revealing Ifia standing behind her.
Sorry, Ifia. Miss Barlen wanted to see you!
In an instant, the exposed Ifia stood frozen in place, a string of unspoken words echoing in her mind.
Why isn’t there a crack in the ground for her to escape into right now? Ifia nervously lifted her hand, clutching the corner of her pajamas. Her adorable face instantly turned bright red, and she dared not lift her head to look at Amelia. However, evidently, avoiding the situation was impossible.
“Ifia, why don’t you take a look at me? I came to the church just for you,” Amelia said. Seeing Ifia’s embarrassed face and cute appearance even in her pajamas, her mood became extremely pleasant. The indifference she showed towards Archbishop Mirabeau disappeared, replaced by a genuine and sincere smile.
As if a precious and rare flower suddenly blossomed, causing everyone who witnessed it to be unable to move. The significant contrast made everyone present incredulous. Each person turned their gaze toward Ifia, not expecting this commoner intern to be acquainted with the Duke’s daughter! Moreover, their relationship seemed far from ordinary.
However, having tasted Ifia’s dinner prepared as a chef, the priests and nuns held her in high regard. Seeing her acquainted with the Duke’s daughter didn’t shock them as much as the initial misconception that Jessica was the central figure.
With Ifia’s exceptional culinary skills, it was apparent she was no ordinary person!
At this moment, Archbishop Mirabeau finally realized that the commoner friend who angered the Duke’s daughter was none other than Ifia, the intern from Pulis Academy! Oh, really, why didn’t Ifia mention such a significant connection? If Mirabeau had known about Ifia’s significant background earlier, regardless of Nornada’s fate, Mirabeau wouldn’t have dared to speak publicly about the search.
Fortunately, there was still a chance to salvage the situation before it turned worse. As everyone was in shock, Ifia finally mustered the courage to lift her head. When she saw Amelia smiling at her, the feelings of self-consciousness due to her unkempt appearance gradually faded.
Amelia went through the trouble of leaving her work to meet Ifia, so there was no need to be shy! ‘Ifia, be more generous and believe that you look the best!’.
After psyching herself up, Ifia couldn’t help but laugh when she thought about the fact that Amelia deliberately came to see her. Her heart felt like a playful little deer, ready to leap out of her chest at any moment.
Pressing down on her excited heart, Ifia ran over to Amelia, her sparkling black eyes filled with enthusiasm. She took the initiative to reach out and hold Amelia’s hand, saying, “Amelia, I missed you too!”