A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 36

[Vol. 3] Chapter 36: I Will Not Give Up

“Amelia, I was really worried!”

At this moment, Ifia couldn’t care less about the gazes of others. She tightly embraced Amelia’s slender waist, burying herself in her arms. Unconsciously, her fingers gripped the fabric of Amelia’s clothes, creating wrinkles.

The fear had drained the color from her small face, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Amelia, in turn, reached out to hold Ifia, gently patting her back as she lowered her head to comfort her in a soothing voice, “Didn’t I just say, I won’t be harmed.”

Ifia was soft and delicate in Amelia’s arms, like holding a plush doll. It was precisely because Amelia was concerned about Ifia being overly frightened that she chose to end the duel. However, it seemed she was a bit too late.

With one hand on Ifia’s back, Amelia felt a slight chill and a faint trembling when she touched her. Amelia’s purple eyes narrowed slightly.

Is she this scared?

Without waiting for Ifia’s response, Amelia lifted her with one hand, allowing her to sit sideways on her arm, preparing to take her away from this place.

Sometimes, fear is situational, and changing the environment can alleviate it.

The sudden lift made Ifia uneasy. She let go of the fabric she was holding onto and instead hooked her arms around Amelia’s neck, burying her face in her shoulder.

Amelia’s exclusive sweet fragrance enveloped her, as if placing her in a safe zone.

Ifia’s face displayed a trace of grievance, and the almost-teary eyes hadn’t fully recovered from the redness. Her black eyes looked pitiful, and the soft black hair hung behind her, covering most of her body, as if attempting to hide.

It seemed like an attempt to conceal herself.

She felt that coming to Taric was not a vacation but rather an adventurous and perilous journey!

She thought she might as well lie down and be lazy in the Sith Empire!

Being close to Amelia at this moment, perhaps the intimacy of skin contact made her slightly more relaxed, and Ifia’s trembling became less noticeable. This also eased Amelia’s concern a bit. She was just about to leave the arena with Ifia when someone intercepted them, causing Amelia to furrow her brows.

“Amelia Barlen, you were too ruthless!”

Watching Prince Carloy jump out like a clown to cause trouble, Amelia coldly smirked. No one from Taric had raised any complaints yet, and it was Prince Carloy who took the initiative.

She didn’t know when Carloy had become a lackey for Taric.

“What is Prince Carloy doing? Has his brain been eaten by pigs?”

“Amelia Barlen won the duel for the glory of the Sith Empire. Holding back in a duel is simply seeking death!”

“I never expected Amelia Barlen to be so powerful. That last strike shattered even the bricks… The Barlen family is so fortunate to have such a formidable heir!”

“I think Prince Carloy’s words make sense. After Amelia Barlen injured Princess Sissi, how are we going to explain it to the Taric royal family? We are, after all, on Taric land.”

With Prince Carloy blocking the way, there were various opinions within the Sith Empire envoy group. However, these discussions had nothing to do with Amelia. She looked at Prince Carloy with disdain, openly disregarding his dignity.

“What’s the matter, Carloy Rosward? Do you want to duel me too?”

Her contemptuous attitude was like looking at ants, unworthy of attention. When Amelia directly called out Prince Carloy, his face turned iron blue. However, when Amelia Barlen’s indifferent gaze met him, Prince Carloy’s originally intended angry retort seemed to be swallowed back, and his unpleasant face stopped speaking.

He moved aside voluntarily, not because Prince Carloy had a change of heart, but when facing those purple eyes, it felt as if a wild beast had grabbed his throat, giving him a suffocating feeling. Just a single glance made him so fearful.

In addition to witnessing her effortlessly defeating Princess Sissi, a hint of fear flashed in Prince Carloy’s blue eyes. Suddenly, he felt that Amelia Barlen’s growth rate was too rapid.

Or is it that everything before was just a pretense, and this is her true strength? Or perhaps, Princess Sissi did not make her use her full power and still held back? The more Prince Carloy thought about it, the more anxious he felt. His heart pounded like a drum, and he decided that once he returned to the Sith Empire, he must discuss strategies with his subordinates to deal with Amelia Barlen.

While Prince Carloy was lost in thought, Amelia paid him no mind. She gently stroked Ifia’s back, walking at a leisurely pace. A cold and indifferent aura emanated from her, silencing those in her vicinity. People were afraid to provoke this powerful figure, especially after witnessing Prince Carloy being rebuked.

Even the members of the Taric royal family and the palace staff, who had gathered out of curiosity, dared not provoke Amelia Barlen. However, at that moment, the injured Princess Sissi on the stage forced herself to lift her head.

Her gaze was fixed on the back of Amelia Barlen, and despite the injuries, there was no sign of embarrassment or shame. Instead, a more intense flame of interest ignited in her blue eyes.

Amelia Barlen was truly powerful beyond imagination! She could easily neutralize the Taric royal family’s bloodline techniques, shattering Sissi’s shoulder bone with what seemed like an effortless pat. This resulted in significant damage to her internal organs.

Sissi could feel the vitality rapidly draining from her body, turning her once healthy physique into one of decay and weakness. If an ordinary person suffered such severe injuries, they would likely face irreversible disabilities, if not death.

However, the Taric royal family possessed a secret technique passed down through generations that could be used to restore normalcy. Therefore, Princess Sissi did not regard her injuries with much concern. Her focused gaze was fixed on the person who had defeated her.

The people of Taric were naturally drawn to strength, and Princess Sissi was no exception. The imposing demeanor of Amelia Barlen was particularly captivating. Even in the face of defeat and serious injury in this duel, she would not easily give up the pursuit of Amelia Barlen.

Her blue eyes were filled with an infatuated expression, and the palpitations of her heart made her blood boil. “Amelia Barlen, I won’t give up!” With these words, Princess Sissi shouted, accepting the cost of worsening her injuries.

Blood continued to flow from her mouth uncontrollably, and her consciousness quickly sank into darkness. She collapsed on the stage, causing the surrounding palace staff to gasp in shock.

While chaos ensued on the dueling platform, Amelia continued walking without stopping. She held Ifia in her arms like a little cat and headed straight back to their room. She paid no attention to the commotion around her, only concerned about Ifia’s well-being.

When Amelia gently placed Ifia on the bed, she knelt down on one knee and carefully lifted Ifia’s face. She noticed the lingering red marks at the corners of Ifia’s eyes, and those obsidian-like eyes stared directly at her, shining brightly enough to make anyone who met her gaze feel palpitations.

“Amelia, I feel that Taric Kingdom is very dangerous. I don’t want to stay here anymore.” The fear and anxiety that Ifia had experienced below the dueling platform suddenly surged up in her heart.

Ifia raised her hand to hook Amelia’s neck, pulling her towards herself. The two of them spoke intimately, with Ifia’s soft tone sounding like a coquettish appeal. And indeed, it was. Ifia attempted to use her charm to make Amelia shorten their stay, hoping they could return to their country as soon as possible. The fleet belonged to the Barlen family, and as long as Amelia gave the order, an immediate return was not a problem.

No more Taric! This duel wasn’t initiated by Amelia, so Ifia felt she couldn’t blame her. The real culprit was the detestable Princess Sissi, along with the savage rules of Taric. Of course, the fundamental reason was the scenes Ifia saw in the immersive story fragments. Even though they were disconnected and non-coherent, they still indicated that Taric Kingdom had blood-sucking creatures.

Ifia felt that it might be a sacrificial activity performed by a cult to obtain blood, or perhaps the breeding of animals that feed on blood. Both possibilities were chilling. Originally, Ifia thought she would be safe in the palace, but various signs indicated that the underground prison was right beneath the palace.

This revelation was the reason for Princess Sissi’s abnormal behavior, making Ifia instinctively feel that something was wrong. After all, Princess Sissi was a member of the royal family.

Who knew if the Taric royal family was secretly studying some extraordinary elixir that could enhance physical strength, similar to drinking various attribute potions in a game?

So, it was best for them to leave now and avoid 99% of the troubles.

“We will shorten the journey and return as soon as possible, but not now,” Ifia murmured incessantly into Amelia’s ear. Amelia smiled and reassured her patiently.

This time, Amelia came to Taric not for new trade routes but to repair Ifia’s fragmented soul by finding the Lint Fruit. Once they found this material, they could leave. If Amelia could open her Abyssal Realm and fill Taric with magic, they could quickly locate the Lint Fruit. However, due to the defensive barrier of the elven folk in Taric, magic couldn’t be cracked in a short time.

In Amelia’s original world, this wouldn’t be a problem, but now, sealed within the book, she could challenge the rules of the world, but other settings were a bit tricky, such as being unable to use magic to penetrate the elven barrier. She had to personally visit the Dark Forest of Taric Kingdom.

“Really?”

Ifia hadn’t originally planned to return immediately. Upon hearing Amelia’s promise to shorten the journey, she felt so delighted that she wanted to roll on the bed to release the joy in her heart.

In response, Amelia nodded in agreement, reaching out to touch Ifia’s still cold hand, expressing some concern, “Ifia, are you still uncomfortable? Would you like to eat something?”

Before heading to the arena, Ifia had already arranged with the Head Chef, Erlyn, to have food sent to the room. Now, it was placed on the table along with a few bottles of wine.

Ifia looked at the dining table following Amelia’s words, and when she saw the wine, her eyes instantly lit up. She felt that it was time to complete the system’s candid interaction task. Since they had decided to return early, she wanted to seize every opportunity.

The past month of sailing at sea didn’t provide a suitable chance, so she had to take bold attempts during their stay in Taric Kingdom. For example, now.

Although Amelia turned into a kissing maniac when drunk, Ifia could manipulate her. So, later on…

Of course, it wasn’t just for completing the system task. It could also help Amelia, who had just finished a battle, relax with a drink. Ifia was considerate like that.

Thinking about this, Ifia spoke with determination, “Yes, not only do I want to eat, but I also want to drink!”

She then looked up at Amelia and shyly added, “Amelia, will you join me for a drink?”