A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 63

[Vol. 3] Chapter 63: The Coin and Experience Monster!

“Unlike normal humans?”

“Yes, and speaking some strange words, like humans sheltered by demons, or monsters that are unsealed and pursue scents?”

These words were spoken by the Sixth Princess, who had become half-human and half-demon due to a blood curse. Ifia shifted the blame for being hunted by dark elves onto her.

After all, the only one she had encountered so far who resembled a demon was her…

Why would these dark elves bother with her instead of the Sixth Princess?

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong?

“It is indeed strange. Allowing such dangerous individuals to roam freely may result in more casualties. Let’s go and eliminate her now!”

Amelia has always indulged Ifia’s overt intentions. Of course, meddlesome things like this must be dealt with immediately.

As for the identity of the Demon Lord, at least until Ifia’s fragmented soul is successfully repaired, there won’t be any harm due to world rules.

Before Ifia lost her memory, there was no deliberate distancing because of her demonic nature, so Amelia isn’t too anxious about revealing her true identity. Instead, her greater concern is for the potential harm to Ifia’s fragmented soul.

“There’s no need to kill her directly. Let’s capture her and interrogate her!”

Ifia raised her hand in a somewhat conflicted manner and scratched her head. Sixth Princess was not like those dark elves who could be killed without hesitation.

After all, being half-human and half-demon still counted as half of a human!

Moreover, if she were to directly kill someone from the Taric royal family, it might lead to significant disputes. And if she wanted to obtain more compensation from the Taric royal family, it would be wise not to turn their relationship into a life-and-death enmity.

Furthermore, capturing Sixth Princess directly as a hostage could yield more gold compensation. Hehehe~

Considering the fright she had experienced earlier, Ifia felt she deserved it!

“I’ll follow your lead,” Amelia said.

Everything was guided by Ifia’s opinion. As she spoke, she couldn’t help but raise her hand to gently stroke Ifia’s smooth black hair, as silky as satin, as if petting a well-behaved kitten.

After receiving Amelia’s response, Ifia felt as if she had received an imperial decree. With a proud and imposing demeanor, she exuded an air of authority, quite akin to a fox borrowing the might of a tiger.

Carefully avoiding the gruesome sight of dark elf corpses, Ifia, accompanied by Amelia, left the shattered room through the broken window and headed towards the palace of the Ninth Prince.

On the way, discussing those dark elves, Ifia still felt a bit uneasy, “Amelia, those creatures you killed were demons, right? They were so hideous.”

Although many books and biographies describe demons as mostly fierce and ugly, Ifia, subconsciously, always felt that demons were not synonymous with ugliness. Just like humans can be beautiful or ugly, demons are no different. This firm and somewhat inexplicable thought made Ifia find it strange even herself.

Seemingly in tune with her thoughts, Amelia spoke up to correct, “Not all demons are ugly. For example, there’s a succubus, known for her enchanting beauty, adept at beguiling people with her lovely appearance.”

Publicly and privately, Amelia felt the need to clarify, probably to prevent any misunderstanding on Ifia’s part. After finishing, Amelia pondered for a few seconds and continued, “Moreover, the dark elves I killed didn’t originally have such ugly appearances. It seems they encountered some mishaps in the Taric Kingdom.”

Oh?

Ifia’s expression immediately turned curious, eager to interrogate the system about it. However, looking at Amelia standing beside her, it was apparent that the timid system dared not show itself.

Ifia had to suppress her internal questions and planned to summon the system for a chat when they were alone later in the evening.

While Ifia was preoccupied with thoughts of the system, it silently complained. The villainess really doesn’t treat the host as an outsider at all!

When it came to demon-related matters, there was absolutely no concealment. Moreover, the host didn’t even suspect why the villainess casually had information about demons!

The system found it hard to express anything about the host’s slow-wittedness. It had to console itself, thinking that being a bit dull was just fine—after all, the villainess seemed to enjoy this tone. Smart people meet their end early…

Unaware that she was being silently criticized by the system, Ifia tended to zone out when facing close individuals. She projected an easygoing and carefree demeanor, so she never suspected Amelia and simply considered her to be highly knowledgeable and talented.

So, at this moment, she nodded vigorously and said, “Although humans fear demons, we should be realistic! There are indeed attractive demons, like those with sharp horns and tails. I really want to touch them~”

She didn’t realize that her words were in complete contrast to how humans usually reacted to discussions about demons.

Thinking of the vague images that flashed through her mind, Ifia felt a bit disappointed. If only those blurry images could turn into high-definition pictures. She really liked that swaying tail.

Considering this, Ifia admired her own excellent imagination. She felt like she had seen it before. She could automatically enhance demon settings so well…

Moreover, she vaguely recalled that one shouldn’t touch a demon’s tail—wasn’t it a sign of intimacy?

“There will be opportunities.”

While Ifia contemplated another avenue to accumulate wealth, Amelia spoke slowly, her beautiful purple eyes shimmering with a controlled radiance to avoid revealing too much. However, the anticipation in her expression couldn’t escape her notice.

If it were Ifia, touching her tail might just be acceptable. After all, it was Ifia, not someone else.

However, upon hearing this, Ifia couldn’t help but wryly twitch the corner of her mouth. Her black eyes carried a hint of resentment as she glanced at Amelia, thinking that this opportunity couldn’t be allowed to happen. A fragile weakling like her would surely be devoured by demons!

As the two chatted along the way, the journey remained far from dull, and they soon arrived near the palace of the Ninth Prince. Returning to this place that had once frightened her to the core, Ifia now carried herself with unparalleled arrogance, her head held high and chest puffed out. This time, she brought in the strongest reinforcement – just a half-human, half-demon, a piece of cake!

However, the anticipated turn of events that Ifia had envisioned did not materialize. When she and Amelia reached the courtyard gate, they found it wide open, but the Sixth Princess, who had been lying in the courtyard, was nowhere to be seen.

She left when she left.

Unfortunately, there were bloodstains, shredded flesh, and a lifeless, mangled human corpse scattered about, creating a scene reminiscent of a horror movie murder scene.

Ifia jumped a mile in a split second, agilely diving into Amelia’s embrace. Closing her eyes tightly, she muttered, “I haven’t seen anything, horror rebound! Seriously, where’s the decency? Leaving behind so much, ahhhh…”

Her muttering didn’t alleviate the situation. The more she spoke, the more frightened she became. She was sure to have nightmares tonight!

As Ifia began to regret and wonder why she had come back to this situation, Amelia skillfully raised her hand to gently pat her back. Knowing that Ifia couldn’t stand such scenes, Amelia wished Ifia liked them so she could plan some live shows in the future.

However, as she watched Ifia turn pale from fright, Amelia realized that she needed to control her sadistic tendencies in front of Ifia from now on.

While Ifia, timidly avoiding looking too much, Amelia lifted her head to observe the scene. Apart from the blood, there were some traces left behind. The bloodstains carried a faint demonic scent, sporadically dropping on the ground and moving to the left.

After some thought, Amelia decided to seek Ifia’s opinion, “Ifia, the person who stopped you earlier got injured. We can follow the bloodstains to continue the pursuit. Do you want to proceed, or would you prefer to go back and rest?”

“Of course, we must continue the pursuit!”

Hesitating for a moment at Amelia’s question, Ifia quickly succumbed to the power of money. The regretful thoughts about coming here were pushed aside, replaced by newfound determination. She was determined to catch the Sixth Princess, the walking gold and experience monster!

However, if she could leave Amelia’s embrace, it would further prove Ifia’s bravery.

“Alright, it’s up to you.”

Amelia looked down at Ifia, who seemed eager to stick close, couldn’t help but smile. Without saying anything, she gently loosened Ifia’s grip, only to lift her up with a strong arm. Following the bloodstains, they quickly arrived at a small faux mountain landscape.

Observing the place where the blood dripped the most, amidst the rugged rocks, Amelia stepped on an unassuming black stone. Accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, a tunnel entrance unexpectedly appeared behind the faux mountain!

Oh, what’s this?

Having recovered from the horror scene, Ifia, now lying on Amelia’s shoulder, watched the scene unfold with widened eyes. She was somewhat shocked, not expecting such a clever mechanism in the Taric Palace.

“We’re going down.”

The entrance to the tunnel had a flight of stone steps gradually descending into darkness, inducing a sense of oppressive fear with just a glance. However, Amelia’s footsteps remained steady as ever, not even a change in her breathing. Her arms securely held Ifia, acting as a formidable barrier, providing a sense of complete safety.

Feeling secure, even after her vision was engulfed by darkness, Ifia didn’t experience overwhelming fear. With Amelia by her side, she felt protected. All evil forces be gone~

After descending the stone steps, Amelia paused for a moment, then lifted her hand to pat Ifia.

“Ifia, come down. There are torches here.”

Amelia had already prepared to use magical light, but seeing the torches in the corner of the stone door, she decided to use them. After igniting the torches with a flint, the pitch-black space immediately brightened up.

Excitedly, Ifia reached out to take the torch, her face filled with curiosity as she began to explore the new area. However, she was nearly frightened to death by the ghastly demon carvings on the stone door!

Damn, these ugly demon carvings clearly looked like dark elves!

Taking a closer look at the new torch in her hand, Ifia belatedly realized that the protagonist, Irene, must have unsealed something here. She wondered about the current situation of the female protagonist who released the dark elves.

Uninterested in these grotesque carvings reminiscent of worshiping dark entities, Ifia quickly raised her hand to hold Amelia’s hand and walked through the stone door. Despite the torch providing illumination, the pitch-black and silent underground passage still gave an eerie feeling, as if something terrifying could jump out at any moment.

Initially, Ifia didn’t think much of it, but as time dragged on, the underground passage seemed endless. Ifia’s legs grew weary, and instead of reaching the end, the oppressive surroundings started making her heart pound wildly, nearing its limit.

Continuing like this would drive her insane.

“Amelia, you…”

“Hush, there’s something ahead.”

Before Ifia could finish speaking, Amelia immediately lifted a finger to her lips. Simultaneously, the sound of dripping water disrupted the silence.