A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 2] Chapter 25

[Vol. 2] Chapter 25: Negotiation Breakdown

The frantic tearing actions of the lost souls came to a halt. With a wave of Amelia’s raised hand, they immediately shrunk back. It was at this moment that Saint Tiffany realized her own weakness. The torn souls seemed like a damaged water bucket leaking incessantly, needing quick repair. Otherwise, vitality would also flow away. However, Saint Tiffany still resisted falling, standing tall with an unbent spine, facing Amelia who was approaching her.

Amelia’s lips, once lifted in a playful gesture, gradually fell. Her originally playful demeanor changed, and her purple eyes turned cold. She looked at Saint Tiffany, who was holding on, and mockingly said, “Do you think threatening me is effective?”

In an instant, the pressure within the domain suddenly intensified. The candles in the hall finally extinguished under the unbearable pressure. At the same time, the exquisite and luxurious decorations could not escape their doom, shattering into several pieces. Fragments uncontrollably fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of metal hitting echoed, disrupting the once quiet hall.

Under the heavy pressure, Saint Tiffany’s nose and mouth bled uncontrollably. She couldn’t maintain her stance and staggered back a few steps, stabilizing herself only when she reached out to support the marble angel sculpture. Her face was pale, and her breathing was rapid.

As the heart pounded wildly, causing blood and energy to surge, the brain became drowsy. However, this couldn’t stop Saint Tiffany from continuing to trample recklessly on the lightning points, challenging Amelia’s patience once again.

“At least, you’re angry because of this,” Saint Tiffany said, her body trembling, but a sharp smile appeared on her lips. This caused a frown in Amelia’s eyes, who could still see in the darkness.

Clearly, it was just a bug that could be easily crushed. Why did it make her so angry? Because of Saint Tiffany’s irritating smile, Amelia didn’t immediately end her life. Instead, she kindly gave an answer.

“Do you think the world you live in is real? I will destroy this world before acting against Ifia, then take Ifia away from here.”

Amelia spoke indifferently with a casual attitude, not taking the destruction of the world seriously. Previously, she found the daily routine boring and wanted some amusement. Therefore, she planned to destroy the world single-handedly, causing countless beings to die until the world completely collapsed. It would surely be interesting. At the same time, she could harvest a large number of tormented souls, continuing to nourish and strengthen her abilities.

And, as for the speculation about whether it’s possible to leave this world? But that’s just an idea. As for whether to implement it or not, it’s pending. Since meeting Ifia, Amelia’s boredom has disappeared, almost making her forget about this backup plan until the world’s rule attacked Ifia, making her concerned.

Having experienced thousands of years of confinement and sealing, Amelia detests any form of restraint. Therefore, instead of being restricted by the rules of the world, it’s better to directly destroy this world. The initial contract signed with the main god was limited to her staying in this world forever, but it didn’t mention the scenario of the world’s destruction. Even though she had experienced hundreds of failures before, the energy consumed by the world’s reboot is not infinite. There will always be a day when it is depleted. At that time, it will be the moment of her complete liberation as Ahriman, with no more constraints.

When Saint Tiffany heard Amelia’s words, her originally upright posture suddenly bent. Since learning about the world’s rules, she understood the kind of world she was in. However, she was surprised that the demon Ahriman also knew and understood it very well. This was not normal.

However, now is not the time to get to the bottom of things. It is about how to make the Demon Lord abandon the evil plan. Considering what the other party cares about, Saint Tiffany steadied her emotions and, instead of continuing the threat, adopted a conciliatory approach. “Even if you can take Ifia away, her damaged soul cannot withstand the pressure of spatial jumps.”

All the drawbacks, in the end, revolve around Ifia’s fragmented soul, which is like being tied with a rope. Wherever she goes, as long as the rope is pulled, she will immediately return to the original place. If Amelia truly didn’t care, she wouldn’t be so agitated right now. She couldn’t bear to see Ifia harmed. Although she could use her soul origin to restore Ifia, watching Ifia lying on the bed, pale-faced and with closed eyes, made Amelia feel uncomfortable with a heavy heart. She didn’t want to go through it again.

What Saint Tiffany is pointing out now is also the reason why Amelia has been hesitating. In the past, Amelia destructively acted on this world in various ways, completely disregarding whether other demons or humans would be harmed by the world’s reconstruction. But now, because of Ifia, she dared not act recklessly.

Compared to Amelia, who can see in the dark, Saint Tiffany’s eyes covered with white ribbons seem to perceive everything. So, when she noticed Amelia’s hesitation, she immediately seized the opportunity to speak, “Great Demon Ahriman, if you can dispel the thought of destroying the world, I can help completely restore Ifia’s damaged soul.”

This time, Saint Tiffany did not continue to step on lightning points but threw out a highly tempting condition, leaving Amelia momentarily stunned. Sensing the hesitation from her master, the oppressive feeling of the infernal domain momentarily paused, giving Saint Tiffany some breathing space. The wailing lost souls also fell silent, and the hall returned to its quiet state. The extinguished candles were instantly reignited.

Amelia was not indifferent to Saint Tiffany’s proposal. Clearly, Saint Tiffany knew more information about being under the protection of the world’s rules, making the restoration of Ifia’s damaged soul not an impossible task. If she were still in her original world as the Demon Lord, she could have easily restored Ifia’s soul to its original state. Unfortunately, she couldn’t do that now.

However, being manipulated by humans as a demon was something Amelia could never accept! There had to be other ways. Therefore, the hesitation in Amelia’s eyes only flickered for a moment before quickly returning to calmness. The oppression in the infernal domain suddenly intensified, even more than before, indicating to Saint Tiffany that the negotiations had broken down, and Ahriman, the Great Demon, was not swayed by the conditions she had offered.

Could not even Ifia make the Demon Lord abandon the plan to destroy the world? Is this world destined for destruction?

Thinking about the countless lives destroyed by demons, Saint Tiffany couldn’t bear it and felt the pain in her heart intensify. She believed she should make one final effort—she couldn’t give up! With this in mind, Saint Tiffany, enduring the pain, raised her left hand. After she untied the white ribbons, as the fabric fell to the ground, in the flickering candlelight, her strange eyes—completely white without pupils—were revealed.

“Great Demon Ahriman, Ifia has a warm and pure soul. I can’t bear to see her harmed, so even though you haven’t agreed to my request, I will help her repair her damaged soul,” Saint Tiffany declared. Finishing her words, a white light emanated from her raised hands. When she clasped her hands together, those peculiar eyes immediately emitted a similar white light.

In the next moment, just as the light disappeared, tears of blood dripped from the corners of her eyes. Amelia watched quietly as the pressure from the infernal domain had long been lifted. Otherwise, when Saint Tiffany had just used her secret technique, she would have collapsed under the double pressure and spat blood.

“I’ve seen it! The key to healing Ifia is in the Dark Forest of Taric Kingdom, at the border of light and darkness, where the Lint Fruit, beloved by numerous elves, is found! Obtain it! Then use the… in the Sith Empire…”

At this point, Saint Tiffany suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, unable to contain herself, and began coughing up blood repeatedly. The palm and fingertips were covered in fresh blood, dripping onto the ground from the delicate wrist. The soul suffered severe damage, vitality rapidly stripped away, and she was in a state of severe injury approaching death.

Seeing this, Amelia impatiently let out a light sigh, feeling troubled, but considering that Saint Tiffany had already provided a solution, she couldn’t help but save her. However, she didn’t want to give her soul origin to Saint Tiffany.

After a moment of contemplation, Amelia unfurled the hell domain. Soon, the black magic transformed into an intricately patterned door. With a casual push of her hand, she grabbed a demon in the next moment.

“Ahriman! I was just hitting it off with a well-endowed succubus, ready to spend a delightful night together. Why did you suddenly grab me? Seriously, just because you, a solitary demon, don’t have a playmate doesn’t mean I don’t!” Taroumati spat out a crimson snake tongue, looking very displeased as she gave Amelia a disdainful look.

Her clothes were disheveled, under the open neckline, one could see red marks left by intense actions. Her emerald green curls scattered, messy and reaching her waist, covering the torn tight skirt. It was evident that there had been an intense battle. However, Amelia showed no guilt but gestured with her eyes towards the front.

Confused, Taroumati looked ahead and saw Saint Tiffany sitting on the ground due to her severe injuries. With her radiant golden hair and a sacred and untouchable demeanor, Saint Tiffany seemed truly holy and inviolable.

Seeing this scene, Taroumati’s green eyes slowly narrowed, and uncontrollably, she extended her snake tongue, sensually licking her lips. Just looking at it made her feel like it would be a delicious feast! Ahriman was indeed her good friend, she knew how to make things interesting. There was a good reason for Ahriman to find her!

“The Church’s saint needs a soul origin to save her life. It’s up to you… Besides, since you’ve been free lately, help me watch over her.”

Taroumati with excitement on her face, her green eyes gradually shedding their disguise and turning red. She didn’t care that Amelia was still nearby. Taroumati quickly revealed her snake tail, like a predator eyeing a tasty prey, sinuously approaching Saint Tiffany.

Amelia had no interest in staying to continue watching. Instead, after walking out of the hall, she politely closed the door behind them, concealing and eliminating all sounds. It was still early, and there was no rush to leave. So, why not go and see the adorable Ifia? It was a perfect opportunity since the soul origin she had given her last time should have mostly dissipated by now, and it was time to replenish it.