A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 2] Chapter 22

[Vol. 2] Chapter 22: You Can’t Calculate Her Money!

Saint Tiffany???

Ifia widened her eyes in shock, never expecting to meet the Saint in private! No matter how she thought about it, as a mere intern, she wasn’t qualified to interact with the Saint, especially being summoned by her through some manipulative means.

Among the entourage behind Saint Tiffany, there was the visibly tense-looking Rudeni. Her gaze towards Ifia carried a hint of worry, but due to the current situation, she refrained from speaking.

Before Ifia could inquire, Austin took a step forward, extending a courteous salute to Saint Tiffany. Austin’s noble etiquette was impeccable, as if she had done it countless times before. Even with her head bowed, her expression remained respectful.

“Saint, the task you assigned has been completed.”

“Countess Rachel, please rest assured. You will get what you desire.”

Upon hearing Saint Tiffany’s affirmative response, Austin seemed to exhale a breath she didn’t know she was holding. When she looked up again, a casual smile returned to her face. When she glanced at Ifia, she shrugged helplessly.

“Miss Ifia, please allow me to reintroduce myself. I am Rachel Austin, the Countess of Austin, and the founder and editor-in-chief of the Imperial Glory newspaper.”

“???”

“This time, I collaborated with the church to investigate the theft and embezzlement of relief funds. As a newly recruited nun, I am personally conducting the investigation.”

Austin succinctly explained everything in just two sentences. Upon hearing her words, Ifia immediately understood the whole situation. No wonder Austin was wandering around late at night, she was tailing someone.

However, what was the deal between her and the Saint? Perhaps Ifia’s puzzled expression was too obvious, as Austin lightly chuckled and, without hesitation, decided to divulge everything.

“The Saint will provide me with evidence of Nornada’s crimes. After all, it’s a first-hand scoop, and as a competent journalist, one needs to obtain information at any cost.”

“……”

So that’s how it is. However, since the Saint herself is part of the church, why would she need to make such a deal with Austin? It seems there’s no sense of loyalty to the church at all! If it were Ifia, she would have caught Nornada, calculating her actions but not her money!

“Now that my task is completed, it’s time for me to exit. Miss Ifia, thank you for your assistance. Rest assured, the Lady Saint won’t harm you, she probably just has something to discuss with you. I’ll take my leave.”

Austin had no intention of staying here any longer. After bidding farewell to Ifia, she gracefully waved her hand, turned, and exited through the door. Left behind, Ifia and the Saint’s entourage remained silent.

Ifia didn’t feel uncomfortable about Austin’s use, perhaps due to her openness. At least she had explained everything. It could also be that the lack of familiarity between them eliminated any sense of betrayal. Of course, the main reason was that Saint Tiffany posed no threat. Instead, she exuded a warm and inviting aura.

However, leaving Ifia alone to face the Saint, what should she do next?

“You all may withdraw.”

Seeing Ifia’s awkward attempt to distract herself, Saint Tiffany seemed to sense her discomfort and immediately turned to the individuals behind her.

However, those behind were Saint Tiffany’s exclusive entourage, deployed to prevent any mishaps due to the Saint’s visual impairment. Dismissing them all was inappropriate. Even leaving just one person would have been better.

“Lady Saint, you…”

“No need for many words, it’s just a brief chat with Miss Ifia. Don’t worry too much.”

However, Saint Tiffany had already made up her mind, and her accompanying personnel couldn’t persuade her otherwise. In the end, they could only look at Saint Tiffany with concerned eyes and then glare at Ifia, as if she were an unknown threat.

It seemed as if Ifia was a potentially dangerous person who might harm the pure and delicate Lady Saint at any moment.

Ifia couldn’t help but roll her eyes in exasperation. After all, she didn’t willingly come here, she was tricked by Austin. Whom could she reason with? As the entourage turned to leave, Ifia gently shook her head, signaling to Ludeine that she was fine and urging her to leave quickly.

Their positions were different now, and it was best if Rudeni played along. She mustn’t expose anything, or she would likely face exclusion from these accompanying personnel.

Once all unrelated individuals had left, Saint Tiffany smiled gently at Ifia, motioning for her to come forward for a conversation. At the same moment, as she raised her hand, a white light flashed.

Caught off guard, the arrogant demon Tarokmat was completely enveloped by this sudden burst of white light. When it realized the danger and tried to resist, it found that the white light carried a sealing power that restrained demons.

Although it wouldn’t lead to the death of the higher demon, it would be affected by the sealing power, rendering it unable to escape for a short period.

(Impossible, who is this human? How can she seal a demon!)

(damn it!)

Tarokmat struggled desperately to break free from the white light. However, in a world where power was already diminished and now sealed, its vigorous struggles were in vain. Instead, it caused the sealing space to continually shrink.

Until there was no more room to move, and the entire demon became like a specimen. Only its eyes and mouth could move freely.

The system, silently observing, couldn’t help but click its tongue, acknowledging Saint Tiffany’s strength. After all, as the officially recognized light of the world’s rules, she possessed the ability to restrain demons. She could easily suppress the arrogant demon with a wave of her hand, explaining her high authority within the church.

However…

This was the limit.

Even though Tarokmat was considered a higher demon, the Villainess was at the pinnacle of the demonic hierarchy. She was the chosen one, favored by this world. If Saint Tiffany were to face the Villainess, it would undoubtedly be a disastrous defeat.

After undergoing a series of setbacks, the system no longer harbored any illusions. It now focused on assisting the host in completing missions, aiming to save this world that was constantly on the verge of collapse.

Unaware that her demonic escorts had already been subdued, and not particularly worried about Saint Tiffany, who suffered from an eye ailment, doing anything to her, Ifia wasn’t concerned. Even though she might not be strong at the moment, with the belt in her hand, no one could bully her.

Therefore, Ifia boldly approached, stopping about a meter away from Saint Tiffany. Up close, Saint Tiffany seemed even more sacred and untouchable, as if she were coated in a layer of pure white light. People in her presence dared not be impudent, speaking in hushed tones, afraid to disturb the saint.

“Ifia, are you wondering why I wanted to see you?” Saint Tiffany asked, cutting straight to the point, her face adorned with a gentle smile. Her words were soft, as if capable of instantly disarming anyone. Even speaking against her seemed unthinkable.

Upon hearing this straightforward question, Ifia thought for a moment. Instead of offering pleasantries, she nodded, indicating her curiosity.

However, after nodding, Ifia remembered that Saint Tiffany couldn’t see. She quickly spoke, “Um, yes, I’m quite curious.”

However, Saint Tiffany, seemingly having observed Ifia’s actions despite Ifia’s concern that she couldn’t see, appeared to understand Ifia’s kind and considerate nature. Saint Tiffany’s face lit up with a loving glow, as if she were genuinely pleased. This left Ifia somewhat puzzled, feeling as if she had fallen short in some way.

“Before providing an answer, I’d like to chat with you,” Saint Tiffany said, her tone warm and inviting.

“?”

Ifia questioned.

“What is your view on demons?” Saint Tiffany asked, bringing up the topic of demons. In response, Ifia couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She had noticed it! Even though the Sith Empire prohibited the spread of information about demons, the word “demon” was not unfamiliar to her. Since arriving in this world, countless people had mentioned demons to her.

As a new-age, enlightened youth, Ifia believed in science. Demons were just products of human imagination. Unable to outright say that she didn’t believe in demons, Ifia vaguely responded, “I’ve heard that demons can be cruel.”

Saint Tiffany didn’t mind Ifia’s evasive answer. She nodded earnestly and then helped Ifia refine her impression of demons.

“Demons are indeed cruel and vicious, they feed on human souls. They spare not even the human body. After capturing prey, they don’t immediately consume it. Instead, they enjoy tormenting humans until the moment of death. Devouring the soul’s pain and screams brings them greater satisfaction, like savoring a delicious feast. Because human suffering enhances their abilities, making them even more powerful.”

As Saint Tiffany spoke of demons, the smile gradually faded from her face. She wore an expression of sadness, as if she had experienced it personally. Ifia began to wonder if this was not just a story but a reality where demons truly existed.

(Hehe, that’s right, demons love devouring the painful souls of humans. Damn humans, I’ll consume your nauseating soul once I break free from the seal!)

Observing the arrogant demon, the system felt that there was no need for such tough talk at the moment. It could speak more confidently once it broke free from the seal. However, was Saint Tiffany trying to be open and honest with the host by revealing the existence of demons?

If that were the case, it wouldn’t be bad. At least, it wouldn’t expose anything through the demon’s boasting.

“In the face of demons, humans are weak and cannot resist. This results in many innocent people suffering torture. After their souls are devoured, they cannot experience rebirth.”

“Only able to endure torture in hell day after day. However, aside from the innocent, there are also those who are misled and foolish. They make pacts with demons, using evil powers to fulfill their desires, even if it means harming others’ lives just to satisfy their own selfish desires.”

As Saint Tiffany spoke of making pacts with demons, she began to express anger. Towards those willingly falling into corruption, not even the divine would save them. While Ifia listened, she suddenly felt uneasy. It seemed like Saint Tiffany was about to reveal something significant, as if to confirm Ifia’s suspicions.

Almost as if to validate Ifia’s correct guess, Saint Tiffany swiftly contained her anger. She then lifted her gaze directly towards Ifia, even though her eyes were covered by the white ribbon. Ifia could still sense the intense gaze.

Saint Tiffany raised the corners of her mouth, extending her left hand toward Ifia and earnestly asked, “Ifia, would you be willing to join us in the fight against demons?”