A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 67

[Vol. 3] Chapter 67: It’s Good to Be an Individual!

Upon hearing Princess Sissi’s sudden reminder, Ifia couldn’t help but marvel at the princess’s intuition.

Upon entering the sealed chamber of the dark elves and destroying the seal, she miraculously survived unharmed until now. Reflecting on the relentless attacks from the pursuing dark elves, if it weren’t for Amelia’s timely arrival, she would have faced a grim fate.

Lost in thought, Ifia gritted her teeth in frustration, clenching her fists. This was the consequence of the Sixth Princess’s demise. Otherwise, she would have undoubtedly delivered a fierce blow. The fact that she actually contaminated her body with the demon’s aura and was hunted down by the dark elf…

“The majority of the Sith Empire’s envoy is out of the palace searching for the missing Prince Carloy. There are only a few people left in the palace, and if the intruder is female, aside from me, there is only Irene.”

Although deeply convinced that the intruder was Irene, Ifia still went through the motions of speculating in the presence of Amelia and Princess Sissi.

Wearing a wise expression, she made her deductions, causing Amelia to cast a sidelong glance with a hint of amusement in her violet eyes.

Truly adorable.

Despite Ifia’s reluctance to be concerned about the fate of the female protagonist, considering the fictional nature of this world, the death of either protagonist, male or female, might have unforeseen consequences.

Moreover, even the notoriously brutal dark elves refrained from harming the female protagonist, highlighting the formidable nature of her halo. At present, Prince Carloy is unharmed, and Irene continues to live on.

It is preferable for Irene to persistently accompany Prince Carloy, preventing her from intermittently causing annoyance by appearing and creating disturbances for no apparent reason. With this realization, Ifia acknowledged Irene’s utility without hesitation and decisively affirmed, “Since that’s the case, let’s bring her along on the way!”

No objections were raised to Ifia’s decision, and the trio immediately set off towards their destination. During their journey, due to the oppressive surroundings and boredom, Ifia held Amelia’s hand and discreetly observed Princess Sissi’s remarkably swift recovery from her injuries.

Initially, her arms were mangled by the dark elves, displaying bloodied flesh and even exposed white bones. However, upon closer inspection, the wounds on her arms had scabbed over, and the lighter injuries on her face had completely healed.

In the span of a short while, the scabs on her arm wounds fell away. Within a mere ten minutes, Princess Sissi’s body showed no signs of injury. Could this incredible recovery be attributed to her partial transformation into a half-demon through the blood curse? Ifia contemplated the prospect of testing such formidable self-healing abilities.

However, the thought quickly dissipated as she considered the price to be paid—turning ugly and indulging in blood-sucking and flesh-eating. Ifia, once eager to explore this newfound ability, immediately abandoned the idea. Being a regular person seemed preferable after all.

Ifia believed her surreptitious glances went unnoticed, but it was evident that the other two were not deceived. Princess Sissi, wary due to Amelia’s higher-ranking demon identity, pretended not to notice. Meanwhile, Amelia silently admired Ifia’s naive and astonished expression, seemingly unaffected by the revelation of her blood curse-induced half-demon nature.

Amelia silently admired Ifia’s shocked expression, which she had never seen in the world. She thought to herself, what’s so shocking about this kind of half-demon born from a blood curse?

In her perspective, real demons were far more formidable than such beings. For instance, Princess Sissi now harbored fear upon realizing Amelia’s demonic nature.

Amelia wasn’t surprised when Princess Sissi discovered her true identity. After all, not everyone was as gullible as Ifia. However, Amelia was confident that Princess Sissi wouldn’t disclose this revelation, rooted in the self-assuredness derived from her high-ranking demon status. Similar to the bloodline suppression, the fear of demons among half-demons was ingrained in their very essence.

Therefore, once Ifia’s soul restoration was successful, and she overcame the threats of the world’s rules, she could freely manifest her demonic form. Amelia looked forward to letting Ifia witness this transformation.

Unaware that Amelia had pondered extensively due to her lingering glances at Princess Sissi, Ifia’s eyes lit up as they reached the opened stone door ahead. Finally, they had arrived!

Despite Ifia’s eagerness to enter and retrieve the female protagonist Irene, swiftly leaving this oppressive place, she hesitated, uncertain about what might lie beyond Irene inside the opened door.

Being a fragile and helpless ordinary person, it’s better to let capable individuals handle this!

“Princess Sissi, could you please bring Irene out?” Ifia politely requested, her face displaying sincerity.

Inwardly, Ifia hesitated to burden Amelia and confidently directed Princess Sissi instead. Surprisingly, Princess Sissi, seemingly having undergone a transformation, not only refrained from refuting Ifia’s reasoning but also silently walked into the opened door upon hearing the request.

Baffled, Ifia blinked her eyes in confusion. After Princess Sissi entered the stone door, she quickly approached Amelia and whispered, “Amelia, don’t you find Princess Sissi’s behavior strange? Normally, she wouldn’t be this obedient.”

“Perhaps it’s due to the influence of the blood curse!”

Unlike the puzzled Ifia, the real demon who suppressed Princess Sissi, Amelia spoke casually, and Ifia just nodded in agreement.

With only a few exchanged words, Princess Sissi emerged, carrying the unconscious Irene, and declared, “We’ve found her, let’s leave this place immediately!”

“Agreed.”

Unlike Ifia and Amelia, Princess Sissi was concerned about the current state of the palace. After lifting the seal on the dark elves, it was certain that turmoil would erupt in the palace, potentially resulting in numerous casualties. The thought of this weighed heavily on Princess Sissi’s heart.

As a member of the royal family, prosperity and adversity are shared. Taric Kingdom is not an isolated entity. Once news of significant casualties in the palace spreads, ambitious individuals will emerge, challenging the authority of the Taric royal family and escalating the unrest. Princess Sissi couldn’t help but feel the impending doom just by contemplating this.

She desperately wished to leave immediately and acquire the latest information from the outside world. However, lacking teleportation abilities, she had to rely on her own two feet. As she gradually increased her pace, Ifia was the first to fall behind.

Ifia, panting heavily, wasn’t one to put in strenuous efforts. When tired, she preferred to lie down. Consequently, she stopped, opened her arms towards Amelia in a natural manner, and, in return, was effortlessly embraced by Amelia, departing from the underground passage with ease.

Ifia, the laid-back individual she was, took it all in stride.

Upon returning to the surface world via the stone steps, the glaring sunlight made it difficult to open their eyes. It took some time for their vision to adjust, allowing Ifia to greedily breathe in the fresh air. She pondered how humans truly needed brightness, as dark environments were too stifling.

While Ifia was recovering, Amelia and Princess Sissi had already left the artificial mountain and were walking on the main road of the palace. The surroundings were eerily quiet, showcasing the effectiveness of Taric Palace’s red alert. However, the silence didn’t last long, as soon, guards on horseback approached.

“Princess Sissi, His Majesty urgently summons you. Please proceed to the main hall for an audience promptly!”

After dismounting from his horse, the guard immediately bowed to Princess Sissi and proceeded to convey his message. Princess Sissi, however, furrowed her brow. The previous concern vanished when her gaze calmly swept over the composed Amelia Barlen. Suddenly, she realized the answer.

The fact that the guard dared to rush here at this moment indicated that the dark elf crisis had been resolved. Moreover, in the palace, there would be no one else capable of handling dark elves besides Amelia Barlen. Regardless of Amelia’s reasons for intervening, she had resolved a significant issue for the Taric royal family.

Considering this, Princess Sissi promptly inquired, “Miss Amelia Barlen, Miss Ifia, would you like to join in the audience with His Majesty?”

“Of course.”

Upon hearing Princess Sissi’s invitation, Ifia was overjoyed. She could hardly contain her approval, as if silently expressing, “You’re on the right track.”

To meet His Majesty the King?

No, no, no.

In reality, it meant her payment was about to arrive!