A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 2] Chapter 27
[Vol. 2] Chapter 27: You Are Special
[Congratulations, host, on completing the mission and obtaining a random main character’s plot fragment x1]
[May I ask if you would like to use the reward now?]
After Ifia returned to the dormitory in a daze, she lay on her bed still unable to believe… the mission was completed just like that?
She had thought and planned so hard! None of the results were put to use. Instead, it was Amelia who took the initiative and completed the task on a whim!
[Not using for now]
A system prompt appeared in her mind, but Ifia was not in the mood to experience the plot fragment. She dismissed the system and chose to quietly doubt her own life.
Oh, just because she was too surprised just now, she didn’t even pay attention to how Amelia kissed her.
If only she had known…
Ah, it’s useless to regret now, she can only wait for next time.
[Host, actually you don’t need to be so entangled, just completing the mission is enough]
Ifia’s inner turmoil was obvious, and seeing this, the system had to speak up to console her. Compared to Ifia, who was kept in the dark, the system knew more, such as the fact that before the villainess met the host, she had a “friendly” conversation with the Saint Tiffany. Because the system had long known that the villainess could resist the rules of the world.
Therefore, after the failure of just a brief encounter with the Saint Tiffany, the system didn’t find it surprising. What the Saint Tiffany said about a method to completely repair the soul… whether it would work or not was unknown. But going to another country to search for the Lint Fruit seemed like a great opportunity to conquer the villainess!!!
Thinking about this, the system looked at the host, who was rolling on the bed without feeling depressed or unable to sleep but rather full of energy due to replenishing the soul source. It was similar to having consumed a supercharged version of coffee.
[Being proactive is different from being passive. I… well, telling you won’t make you understand. Anyway, for the next mission, I must take the initiative, hehehe]
As she spoke, Ifia suddenly ignited her fighting spirit and developed a desire for victory in a strange way. So, instead of waiting for the system to issue the task as usual, she took the initiative this time.
[System, what’s the next mission? Tell me quickly!]
[Host, the new mission has not been generated yet. Please be patient.]
[……]
However, missions couldn’t be picked up at will, waiting was still necessary. This made Ifia roll her eyes in annoyance, feeling like the system was really good at dampening her enthusiasm.
Oh well, time to sleep!
…………………..
Ifia was excited for most of the night, and when she woke up the next day, she felt completely free from the fatigue of staying up late. The energetic state she found herself in was surprising even to her. It seemed like her body had become healthier!
Although the kiss last night was like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit – not much of a taste, leaving Ifia somewhat regretful – Amelia taking the initiative to visit her made her extremely happy. And in just six days, she would be able to return to Pulis Academy!
As for the system’s task rewards, Ifia decided to think about it after returning to the academy. The last immersive plot experience, with the original Amelia giving her a cold look, still sent shivers down Ifia’s spine when she recalled it. She needed to be mentally prepared.
“Father, due to my family’s pressure, I had to personally kill Mary. Sob, sob, sob, I feel so tormented. Watching her fall under my knife, those beautiful eyes filled with confusion, I felt like an executioner!”
Today’s confession booth was somewhat unusual. Unexpectedly, the man and the sheep she heard in the confession booth on the first day had a sequel!
This made Ifia stop thinking about Amelia for a moment and instead perk up her ears, staring sneakily at the small window, catching a whiff of the sweet scent of a super-sized melon!
“The bewildered believer, you don’t have to feel sad about it. Mary’s soul will be liberated, and God will care for every kind soul!”
Father Churt maintained a calm expression, patiently consoling the grieving man. However, at this moment, the man tightly grasped the priest’s hand and spoke again with a hint of obsession, “Father, after I killed Mary, I turned her body into a specimen and placed it in the room, as if she is still accompanying me.”
“But, Mary is dead, and so is my heart!”
“I absolutely cannot obey the family’s words to marry another woman. So, I thought of suicide. As long as I die, I can continue to meet Mary.”
( o_o’)
The man’s words took a dramatic turn, causing Ifia to involuntarily sit up straight. However, seeing the priest’s still calm demeanor, she felt that she, who was easily excitable, was still too young.
Yet, the priest remained silent, waiting for the man to continue.
“Just as I was about to jump into the river to commit suicide, my foot was already in the water. But in the next moment, as if fate played a melody, after an unexpected encounter, I once again fell into the river of love.”
Wow.
Is starting a new romance really the best way to forget about a past relationship???
Ifia was greatly shocked!
“It has pure eyes and a plump, sexy buttocks, making me unable to resist with just one glance, deeply fascinated by it.”
“But I learned from the last experience. I didn’t bring it home, instead, I prepared a new place.”
“Every day, falling asleep with its hum, my tired spirit is restored. I think this is true love! I hope the church can bless me and Emma, let us be together forever.”
Although the man didn’t provide specific details this time, it could still be inferred from the context!
It’s a sheep, isn’t it?
Ifia silently looked at Father Churt. The priest still maintained the handshake gesture, with no change in his stable tone, saying, “Sir, if you want to pray for blessings for you and your partner, you need to purchase the ‘Eternal Love’ sculpture. Church clergy will pray for it to make your love eternal.”
“Really? Father, no matter how much it costs, it’s not a problem. I have plenty of money!”
After that, Ifia watched in disbelief as Father Churt received… a substantial amount of money.
Perhaps because Ifia’s shock was too evident, Father Churt glanced at her and, without maintaining silence, explained, “Due to Sister Nornada’s theft, the church urgently needs financial aid to replace those counterfeits.”
Seemingly to clear any misunderstandings, Father Churt added, “This is Archbishop Mirabeau’s instruction.”
Hearing this, Ifia couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth. Until she went to the cafeteria for dinner, she kept sighing in her heart about how there is no exception in the world of business, not even for the church!
However, before she could share this bizarre incident with her friends, she was suddenly bumped into by Rudeni.
When a note appeared in her palm, Ifia took the opportunity to sneak a peek.
(Saint Summons)
Just four 2 words.
Ifia furrowed her brow, unsure of why Saint Tiffany wanted to see her again. They had just met yesterday. Could it be that she wanted to continue persuading Ifia to join the church to fight against demons? But if that were the case, Rudeni should have given her a heads-up. After all, Rudeni had consistently advised her to stay away from the church, to stay away from danger…
Whatever, she decided to go and see what it was about.
With these thoughts in mind, Ifia quickly finished her meal. After instructing her friends to return to the dormitory first, she lifted her feet and once again arrived outside the door of the small chapel. Unlike the first time when she felt uncertain and hesitant, this time Ifia decisively pushed the door open.
Immediately, she saw the exquisite and luxurious decorations in the chapel again. It still astonished Ifia. Looking at the one holding the large pearl… huh? Why does this pearl have a crack, and why is the small angel wing with embedded diamonds broken?
What’s happening here?
Ifia initially just glanced casually, but upon noticing something wrong, she was about to observe carefully when Saint Tiffany’s voice diverted her attention.
“Ifia, welcome.”
Saint Tiffany still had that original sacred appearance, but the white ribbon that originally covered her eyes had turned black. It clashed entirely with her all-white attire and looked rather abrupt. Perhaps because Ifia had been staring for a while, Saint Tiffany touched the black ribbon.
She gently smiled at Ifia and hinted, “Do you want to take a look?”
“No need!”
Although Ifia was curious, she didn’t want to get into trouble because of it. So, she quickly declined. Whether it was Rudeni’ previous warning or her own intuition, Ifia didn’t want to spend too much time with Saint Tiffany. She always felt that something might go wrong.
Therefore, Ifia didn’t beat around the bush and directly asked, “Saint, what do you want from me?”
“Just as a parting gift, I wanted to give you a blessing.”
Saint Tiffany didn’t pay much attention to Ifia’s direct approach. Even though she couldn’t see, she confidently and gracefully approached Ifia. As she came closer, a warm aura could be felt, instinctively putting one at ease. It was at this moment that Saint Tiffany raised her hand and placed it on Ifia’s forehead, and her fingertips immediately emitted a white light.
Ifia was a little confused by Saint Tiffany’s words. Why did Saint Tiffany say as if she would part ways with her after this? Even so, Saint Tiffany didn’t pay much attention to Ifia’s confusion and continued her actions.
“May God bestow blessings from the purest place, wishing that you always maintain a pure soul untainted by darkness, impervious to harm from the creatures of the shadows, just as God will continuously illuminate your path.”
The white light flickered for just a moment, quickly disappearing, leaving Ifia completely unaware. She only felt that Saint Tiffany’s sudden blessing was a bit abrupt. Not to mention, after the blessing, Saint Tiffany smiled at her with a look of contentment on her face, as if she had just encountered the hero destined to save the world.
“Ifia, you are special. I hope you succeed.”
After saying this without much context, Saint Tiffany didn’t continue the conversation. As Ifia walked out of the small chapel, just as the large door was about to close, she turned to look at Saint Tiffany, who remained in the same spot.
She still had the noble and sacred appearance, but a flash of emerald green serpent tail passed by.
Ifia suddenly halted, questioning if she had just seen correctly. It seemed like a massive serpent tail! Something that surpassed the limits of human cognition in its enormity!
As Ifia hesitated on whether to open the door and take another look, a piercing meow sounded, prompting her to immediately turn and see Asmodeus standing on top of the carriage, meowing towards her.
“Miss Ifia, Miss Barlen invites you to attend a banquet tonight.”
Immediately, the coachman jumped down from the carriage, bowed to Ifia, and presented a golden invitation.
( O_O)
A banquet? It couldn’t be what she was thinking, right? The last immersive plot fragment she experienced was a banquet!