A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 64

[Vol. 3] Chapter 64: Just a Little Bit Afraid

Generally, in horror games, even a slight noise could trigger a fatal attack. Although the current setting is in reality, in the silent underground, it’s not much different.

Ifia, who had been bold throughout the journey thanks to Amelia’s protection, reverted to her original timid state due to the rhythmic sound of dripping water.

She wished she could cling to Amelia like a koala to a tree, holding on tight and refusing to let go. However, the remaining shreds of rationality reminded Ifia that this was not the time to be stubborn.

If she acted recklessly, interrupting Amelia’s actions, she might be attacked by terrifying entities lurking in the darkness. What a pure and perfect teammate!

For a moment, Ifia imagined various scenarios, but before she could continue with her thoughts, Amelia calmly reached out her left hand, directly holding Ifia’s small hand.

Although Amelia’s body temperature had always been on the lower side, even a tiny bit of warmth at this moment brought considerable reassurance. Knowing that her companion was right beside her.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Amelia tightened her grip on Ifia’s hand, patiently soothing her with gentle words. Meanwhile, her right hand drew a sharp longsword. As she raised the sword to chest level, the snow-white blade sparkled with a cold light through the burning torch, providing Ifia with a complete sense of security.

After seeing Ifia’s expression stabilize, Amelia continued earnestly, “No matter what lies ahead, I will absolutely not let you get harmed.”

“Amelia, having you here is really reassuring!”

In moments like this, hearing Amelia sincerely talk about protection moved Ifia deeply. She wished she could just dive into Amelia’s arms, expressing her affection through various snuggles. However, regarding the issue of courage, Ifia felt the need to explain.

“Actually, I’m just a little bit scared. It’s all because it’s too dark here!”

Considering her pride, Ifia’s black eyes flickered. She hesitantly raised her hand, extending her pinky finger and pinching it with her thumb, then playfully wiggled it towards Amelia, indicating that her fear was only this much. It was a classic case of putting on a brave front.

Understanding Ifia’s tendency to be stubborn, Amelia went along with her words, “Yes, Ifia is very brave and capable.”

These indulgent words caused Ifia to shyly tighten her grip on Amelia’s hand. Her petite ears turned slightly red.

Taking advantage of the darkness, with visibility blurred only by the torch, Ifia completely lost control over her facial expressions. She wore a conflicted yet triumphant expression, with the corners of her mouth wickedly upturned. Her black eyes sparkled with tiny lights, brimming with joy. Even Amelia, who possessed night vision, couldn’t resist getting lost in the shimmering black gem.

Shy Ifia looked so adorable!

If not for the need to maintain a human facade in front of Ifia, Amelia thought that encircling Ifia’s waist with her tail in the darkness, followed by unrestrained actions, would be even better. Just the thought of it caused Amelia’s purple eyes to gradually turn red, fueled by certain desires.

Darkness easily breeds wickedness, and it also magnifies desires. However, upon seeing the blood pool ahead, the fantasy was successfully shattered. Ifia exclaimed a surprised “Eh” and instinctively tightened her grip on Amelia’s hand.

Before them lay a not-so-small pool filled with red liquid, viscous and carrying a hint of blood. The scent alone confirmed that this was no ordinary pool. The pool held a substantial amount of blood, and one couldn’t help but wonder how many lives it took to fill it.

Above the blood pool, the walls had several torches, illuminating the surroundings directly.

So, it could be clearly seen…just at the edge not far from the blood pool, there lay a lifeless body. It exhibited a struggling posture, as if attempting to enter the blood pool, but clearly, it had not succeeded.

“Amelia, that body is the Sixth Princess of the Taric royal family!”

Ifia’s memory of the appearance of the Sixth Princess was vivid, so she immediately recognized her upon seeing the body. However, the half-human, half-demon figure that had terrified her earlier was now tragically dead before her eyes. This left Ifia silently swallowing, wondering who had killed the Sixth Princess.

Before Ifia could further observe the body, there was suddenly some movement ahead. Amelia swiftly led her forward, ready to investigate. Besides the two of them, there was something else. Ifia immediately speculated that it might be the true culprit behind the Sixth Princess’s death.

Her nervous heart surged.

However, when she finally saw it, Ifia instantly relaxed.

Oh!

She thought it was some terrifying monster. It turned out to be just another dark elf and Princess Sissi, who was desperately resisting the attacks.

Since she had heard from the system about the royal blood curse, seeing Princess Sissi with red eyes, sharp teeth, and a semblance beyond human didn’t surprise Ifia. However, as a half-human, half-demon, Princess Sissi should have significantly enhanced abilities.

However, she is currently unable to resist the dark elves. In the process of preventing the dark elves from biting, her hands have been injured to the point of flesh and blood, and even a piece of her elegant and delicate face has been torn off. Blood continues to flow, presenting a vulnerable appearance. Truly, there is no gain without pain.

Unable to help herself, Ifia glanced sideways at Amelia. Thinking about how Amelia effortlessly dealt with five dark elves as if slicing through vegetables, she silently marveled at Amelia’s strength. It seems she still doesn’t have a clear understanding of Amelia’s abilities.

Ifia’s overly serious gaze immediately caught Amelia’s attention. Seeing Ifia’s expressions shifting between shock and admiration, Amelia couldn’t resist reaching up to pinch Ifia’s soft cheek, asking, “Does Ifia want to save her?”

After seeing this particular dark elf, Amelia carefully observed and confirmed that these dark elves were indeed plagued by a curse, resulting in their grotesque appearance through generations. Moreover, they emitted a magical aura universally detested by all creatures, markedly different from ordinary dark elves.

Considering that obtaining the Lint Fruit from the Dark Forest would likely involve dealing with dark elves, Amelia anticipated some challenges. Seizing this dark elf for interrogation might prove helpful.

However, thinking about Ifia’s previous attitude of hostility towards Princess Sissi, Amelia did not immediately take action. Instead, she waited for Ifia to make a choice. If Ifia decided not to save her, then she wouldn’t intervene, saving nothing more than a bit of time. She didn’t want the little one to get upset over this.

“Although I don’t really want to save her, compared to the relatively unknown Sixth Princess, the renowned Princess Sissi should be worth more in gold, right?”

In front of Amelia, Ifia struggled to suppress the urge to rub her hands together in excitement, but her facial expression betrayed her true feelings.

Initially disappointed upon seeing the body of the Sixth Princess, Ifia thought that the compensation from the Taric royal family would decrease. However, she hadn’t anticipated this unexpected turn of events.

In comparison to those compensations, the reward for saving a life should be much higher!