A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 2] Chapter 24

[Vol. 2] Chapter 24: As Long As I Want

“Welcome, Miss Barlen.”

After Amelia entered the hall, Saint Tiffany, who had initially shown an uneasy expression, seemed to change in an instant. Her face now wore a gentle smile, and she returned to being the eternally calm Saint.

The eerie shadows cast by the candlelight also retreated, and once again, sanctity enveloped the entire hall. Even with the unexpected guest, Saint Tiffany, with her eyes covered by the white ribbon, appeared as if her senses had suddenly malfunctioned.

She either didn’t perceive the anger of the nocturnal visitor, Amelia, or she was pretending to be oblivious. However, from her upright and tense posture and the tightly clenched hands, it was clear that Saint Tiffany wasn’t truly indifferent.

Amelia didn’t pay attention to the details. Her purpose for coming this time was straightforward. The church’s Saint had developed inappropriate thoughts. Initially, Amelia didn’t pay much attention to these people, but they kept trying hard, and this time, they even dared to approach Ifia. Amelia allowed Ifia to come to the church just to let her relax, not to give these bugs a chance to take advantage.

Indeed, churches and the like were truly annoying.

Contemplating these thoughts, Amelia’s expression turned even colder. She raised the corners of her lips in a seemingly amused manner and said, “It’s my honor to make the Saint wait. I believe the Saint should be well aware of the reason for my visit.”

Amelia appeared exceptionally elegant in the noble etiquette of the Sith Empire, to the extent that one could not tell she was a demon—a ruthless and cruel demon. As Amelia finished speaking, the rows of candles in the hall began to flicker wildly. Even though the main door was closed, the candles swayed uncontrollably, as if they were being moved by the wind, and it seemed they would extinguish in the next moment. The once quiet hall fell into a deathly silence.

The oppressive threat seemed to come from all directions, as if a heavy weight pressed against one’s back, making it difficult to breathe. However, Saint Tiffany appeared unaffected by the pressure, maintaining a steady tone as she said, “Miss Barlen, you are just Ifia’s friend and cannot interfere with everything she does.”

“Friend…”

In the next moment, as if hearing a joke, Amelia chuckled.

No human can be friends with a demon. A hunter and its prey will never become friends. It can only be a toy, a pet, or perhaps a more intimate relationship. Since the day Ifia approached her willingly, she had already been entangled in a dense web that she couldn’t escape from.

Amelia could allow Ifia to deceive herself, but she wouldn’t give her a chance to escape. Demons have possessiveness beyond human imagination for what belongs to them.

Even if Amelia wasn’t clear about her feelings toward Ifia, it didn’t stop her from keeping Ifia close, just like a dragon guarding its treasure.

“Saint, Ifia is mine, and no one can take her away.”

Now that Ifia was not present, Amelia had no need for pretense. She spoke bluntly, feeling no remorse for her words. If she wasn’t concerned about whether Ifia’s body could withstand it, she would have already imprinted the demon mark, making Ifia completely hers.

These persistent words made Saint Tiffany frown involuntarily.

Ifia’s warm and pure soul shouldn’t be tainted by demons. It should continue to remain true to itself and not fall into the abyss alongside the demon. Looking directly at the direction where Amelia was, Saint Tiffany shook her head gently.

“Ifia is not a caged bird. She has freedom, Miss Barlen. You cannot treat a kind lady in this way!”

“As long as I wish, I can.”

“You are defiling her pure soul, Great Sovereign Ahriman!”

Upon hearing Saint Tiffany accurately speak her true name, Amelia didn’t feel surprised. Instead, she found the process too slow. She raised an eyebrow, a mere gesture.

The next moment, the arrogant demon Tarokmat, previously bound by the white light, broke free from the seal and regained its freedom. However, it didn’t immediately attack Saint Tiffany as it did before. Instead, it immediately kneeled and began to apologize for its failure.

“Great Sovereign, I am incompetent. Please punish me for my failure.”

Even the arrogant demon would lower its noble head before Ahriman. Especially after failing its protective mission, Tarokmat, like a withered eggplant, lost its former arrogance. However, Amelia casually waved her hand, allowing Tarokmat to leave.

She didn’t express any disappointment. If her powers weren’t suppressed in this world, she would have long split herself to protect Ifia instead of letting other demons guard her. Tarokmat had many flaws, but its only advantage was its obedience to orders.

Moreover, an arrogant personality is destined to have minimal interaction with humans. Just this much is sufficient. If Tarokmat is killed, it would be challenging to find a suitable replacement guardian. As she waited for Tarokmat to quickly disappear, Amelia looked again at Saint Tiffany.

“Saint, if you obediently stay in the church, you might still lead a dull life until old age, rather than provoking me actively like you are now and facing death.”

Her words carried a mocking tone. At the same time, the opened Hell Realm began to fill with dark mist, countless tormented souls began to wail and scream, making the sacred church hall appear abrupt. The rows of candles flickered more intensively, and the distorted shadows added a sense of horror to the silent hall.

Listening to the souls’ cries, Saint Tiffany’s complexion instantly turned pale. Not because of fear but due to disgust towards the demons and a sense of powerless sorrow. With so many lost souls wailing, she couldn’t do anything, unable to save them.

Amelia, however, paid no attention to what Saint Tiffany was thinking. After the tedious greetings, what she needed to do now was to present a sharp knife and end the life of this Saint.

Let the blood bloom in the hall, casting a strange blood-red hue over the church. Allow the soul of Saint Tiffany to wail along with the other lost souls. Just thinking about it feels very amusing.

With these thoughts in mind, Amelia couldn’t control her murderous intent. The Hell Realm resonated with her intentions, and thick black magical power rushed towards Saint Tiffany, gradually forming a black cage above her. Countless lost souls sang a dirge of hell.

The dark judgment was once again enacted. The vitality of Saint Tiffany was suppressed, her heart rate increased, and her soul experienced a pulling pain. Everything declared that the demon in front of her was not joking.

However, Saint Tiffany’s face remained calm, without a trace of panic. She just gazed silently at Amelia. After a long time, she finally spoke, “Ahriman, do you think the rules of the world will allow you to act recklessly?”

Exactly! Saint Tiffany knew the rules of the world and was protected by them. She possessed the ability to resist demons and had a protective shield against harm from demons.

Even the Demon Lord Ahriman cannot escape the constraints of the world’s rules. This is the true reason why the world will not collapse because of demons. However, upon hearing Saint Tiffany’s words, Amelia seemed to find it amusing, like hearing a joke. She smirked, and her purple eyes began to turn red, revealing their true color. She had thought Saint Tiffany had some hidden cards, but it turned out to be the useless and disgusting world rules.

Did she think these rules could restrict her actions? That was a big mistake.

“Saint, do you think being protected by the world rules makes you worry-free? In front of me, it’s just garbage.”

To prove her point, the souls in the Abyss ceased their lamentations. Instead of wailing, they glared viciously at Saint Tiffany below. In an instant, they transformed from innocent victims into accomplices turning against her.

Following orders, they lunged at Saint Tiffany, attempting to shred her soul. However, at the moment of contact, a layer of colorful halo suddenly enveloped Saint Tiffany. The souls that intended harm let out a piercing scream and instantly dispersed due to the rainbow aura.

Seeing the manifestation of the world rules.

Amelia sneered coldly, then pricked her finger and began to write runes in midair using demon blood. As she accelerated the pace of crafting the runic circle, a black hexagram pattern gradually took shape. When the final stroke landed, Amelia extended her hand and gave it a push.

Subsequently, the black hexagram runic circle emitted a dazzling light and headed straight for Saint Tiffany. When the black light collided with the rainbow halo, there was no grand spectacle. Quietly, like the melting of ice and snow, the rainbow halo was swiftly corroded away, silently fading.

It seemed as if it struggled with the last bit of strength to resist the black light, finally holding its ground around Saint Tiffany, but at the cost of completely dissipating. Without the protection of the rainbow halo, Saint Tiffany was completely exposed, and the restless souls once again attacked her.

This time, unlike before, where they dispersed upon contact, they made tangible contact. A fierce tear. Saint Tiffany’s soul emitted a painful scream.

However, Saint Tiffany paid no attention to the pain, her face filled with shock. She never expected this outcome.

The world rules have actually been broken!!! Ahriman, the Great Sovereign, has become powerful enough to defy the world rules and even gain the upper hand. In that case, what will be the future of this world?

In an instant, Saint Tiffany envisioned a scenario of rivers of blood and bodies strewn across the land, with humanity completely annihilated. No, it absolutely cannot turn into such a nightmare!

Saint Tiffany finally lost her composure. Her body began to tremble slightly as she urgently needed to come up with a way to stop Ahriman. She couldn’t allow her to recklessly harm humanity! She had to think of a solution quickly!

“Ahriman, even if you are not afraid of the world rules, what about Ifia, whose soul is fragmented!”