A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 68

[Vol. 3] Chapter 68: Winning While Lying Down!

Having long observed Amelia Barlen’s influence over Ifia, Princess Sissi, upon receiving Ifia’s response, immediately turned her gaze to the awaiting guard.

She then gave orders, “These two esteemed guests will accompany me to meet His Majesty, and arrange for three horses to be brought.”

Princess Sissi had no intention of explaining to the guard. As a superior, she only needed to issue commands. In comparison to these trivial matters, there were more pressing issues to handle.

Although she now knew that the dark elf crisis had been resolved, she needed quick information on the casualties among the royal family. At the time, while immersed in the blood pool, she witnessed the Sixth Princess being killed by dark elves before being attacked herself.

Princess Sissi had soaked in the blood pool due to injuries from a duel, requiring treatment. The intense scent of blood masked her presence, and when the sealed dark elves were unleashed, they did not immediately detect her.

However, these dark elves, after leaving the sealed area, captured other royal family members and returned. It seemed they intended to savor their victims slowly. If the Sixth Princess hadn’t been seriously injured and played dead, planning to sneak into the blood pool for refuge while catching the dark elves off guard, Princess Sissi wouldn’t have been discovered so quickly.

Despite being fellow royal family members and half-sisters, the relationship between Princess Sissi and the Sixth Princess was average. Therefore, even witnessing the Sixth Princess’s death, Princess Sissi remained indifferent.

However, due to the blood curse affecting royal family members, making them less human-like, they were swiftly tracked by the dark elves. Princess Sissi wondered about the conditions of the other royal family members.

The death of the seemingly useless Sixth Princess might not matter, but if more members of the royal family were killed, that would be disastrous. Under a fallen nest, no egg remains intact.

In reality, these concerns could be swiftly addressed by simply asking Amelia Barlen. After all, the dark elves were killed by her. However, upon learning Amelia’s true identity, Princess Sissi felt that even if it caused some trouble, she wouldn’t actively seek attention from Amelia Barlen.

Demon personalities are unpredictable, and they are extremely cruel and bloodthirsty, they could easily eliminate her on a whim!

As Princess Sissi pondered these thoughts, the guard efficiently responded, raising his left hand to blow a loud whistle into his mouth. Soon, the sound of approaching hooves echoed from afar.

However, there were only two horses, one was still on its way. Eager for the promised compensation and reward, Ifia couldn’t wait. Suppressing the urge to rub her hands together like catching a fly, she raised her hand and tugged at Amelia’s sleeve, offering a suggestion, “Amelia, let’s share a horse!”

Not only does it save time and effort, but it also allows for an easy ride without exertion. She truly is a clever little sprite. Amelia, of course, doesn’t refuse. After gracefully mounting the horse, she extends a hand towards Ifia. When Ifia reaches up to grab it, Amelia deftly pulls her up.

Amelia wraps her hand around Ifia’s slender waist, holding the petite figure entirely in her arms. It feels like holding a cute, oversized doll, one she can play with as she pleases. However, Ifia is far from being as quiet and passive as a doll. At this moment, her face is filled with astonishment.

“Amelia, you’re so strong! You pulled me up so effortlessly!”

Despite Ifia considering herself petite but with a well-proportioned figure, when Amelia reached out to pull her, it felt as easy as pulling a feather. This leaves Ifia thinking that the rumors about Amelia’s strength might not be exaggerated after all!

In the past battle against the commander of the Sith Empire’s knights, Amelia indeed had the potential to wield a heavy sword directly. However, Ifia lowered her head, looking at Amelia’s arm encircling her waist.

It wasn’t thick but rather slender, with bone and flesh uniformly delicate. Curious, Ifia raised her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze—it was soft, lacking the rigid feel of muscles.

This was truly miraculous!

Even though Ifia had known about Amelia’s strength before, this was the first time she experienced it so directly.

“Really?”

Amelia remained composed, contrasting Ifia’s surprise. Her thoughts were not fully engaged in the conversation. She struggled to restrain the restlessness in her heart, but her body couldn’t resist the forward tilt.

As she pressed closely against Ifia, she slightly lowered her head near her ear, pretending to accidentally give a light peck, as if due to the horse’s movement.

Her iridescent purple eyes sparkled like the most beautiful gem under the sunlight. The soft lips made contact one after another, accompanied by warm breath, causing Ifia, who was curious about Amelia’s strength, to freeze momentarily.

The next second, her cheeks quickly turned red, along with her delicate earlobes.

Amelia’s low laughter teased irresistibly, leaving Ifia somewhat annoyed and embarrassed. Does Amelia even have self-awareness?

Such a stunning beauty emitting powerful pheromones is right beside, anyone would be enchanted by her, no matter who they are!

Moreover, blushing is a natural bodily reaction, definitely not a sign of shyness. As the queen of tough talk, Ifia would never admit to that.

With Princess Sissi leading the way and the main hall not far away, it felt like only a few minutes of horse riding before they reached their destination. In contrast to the quiet scenes they passed along the way, the main hall was bustling with activity.

A varied expression adorned the faces of numerous royal family members standing in front of the main hall’s entrance, discussing everything under the sun. This eased the worried Princess Sissi, as she realized that the dark elves hadn’t had the chance to wreak havoc.

“What exactly happened to warrant the issuance of a red alert?”

“Where is Princess Kylena? I heard her saying yesterday that she was going to talk to the Ninth Prince about something today. Why is the Ninth Prince here, but she isn’t?”

“Why do I keep turning into this ghostly appearance again?”

“I heard that those things sealed underground escaped. Luckily, they were all caught in time. Otherwise, we would have been hunted down!”

While people were discussing various matters, as soon as Princess Sissi arrived, heads turned, and attention was paid. Some were eager to strike up a conversation with this princess, who was the most likely heir to the throne, thinking she must be aware of many inside stories.

However, Princess Sissi paid no heed to their intentions. Instead, she walked forward without acknowledging them. After stopping in front of the main hall’s entrance, she glanced at the guards stationed there and spoke assertively.

“I wish to see King Majesty. There are important matters to report, and I bring two powerful individuals to join the audience.”

The guard did not respond, but the main hall doors opened on their own in the next moment. Princess Sissi did not immediately enter but turned around to wait for Amelia Barlen and Ifia. There was a clear sign of respect, indicating that they should go in first.

This behavior immediately sparked curiosity among the onlookers, who couldn’t fathom Princess Sissi’s intentions. After all, within the Taric royal family, Princess Sissi was known for her arrogance. Possessing the strongest power in the royal family gave her the right to be arrogant.

For her to show such respect to someone meant that the person being respected must be a stronger individual. Now, due to Princess Sissi’s attention, the pressure was on Amelia and Ifia’s side. Unlike the usual calm demeanor of Amelia, Ifia felt a slight sense of unease.

A formidable individual…

She felt that the term had nothing to do with her small arms and legs, it was purely coincidental. Nevertheless, winning while lying down is still a victory! Others probably couldn’t achieve such an effortless win.

After a brief mental pep talk, Ifia immediately lifted her head high, her posture instantly becoming confident.

Today, Ifia was the strong one!

Amelia couldn’t help but smile at Ifia’s exaggerated display of arrogance, observing her from the side.

At this moment, she just wanted to playfully rub Ifia’s adorable little head. Ifia always exceeded the cuteness limit, no matter the circumstances.

Princess Sissi, disregarding those around her, also did not concern herself with Amelia and Ifia, who followed suit. After all, there was no prize for the first-comer.

As for meeting King of Taric, Amelia didn’t care much, while Ifia was more interested in the promised gold. They lacked enthusiasm for the audience with King of Taric.

Seeing this, Princess Sissi didn’t continue with pleasantries and directly walked into the main hall. In contrast to the luxurious opulence of the Sith Empire royal family, the Taric royal family leaned towards simplicity and nature. They emphasized a rustic aesthetic. However, when Ifia lifted her eyes and saw the dazzling gold surrounding the main hall, she was immediately astonished.

Rows of golden pillars and a pure gold throne… This was excessively extravagant! In the midst of all this brilliance, King of Taric sat on the pure gold throne. He appeared handsome, yet his pallid complexion and tired eyes subtly indicated a dire state, a look that suggested his time might be limited.

This indeed corroborated the information provided by the system – King of Taric Kingdom was on the brink of death due to excessive use of blood curses. Wait a moment… why hadn’t the King transformed into a half-human, half-demon due to the blood curse? Why did he still retain his original appearance?

Ifia’s reaction was a bit slow, while the other two had already noticed. Unlike Amelia’s indifferent demeanor, Princess Sissi couldn’t help but furrow her brow.

She wondered what had happened to her father. Just a few months apart, and upon seeing him again, he appeared so haggard. It seemed there were things kept hidden from her, not just the incident with the unsealing of the Dark Forest.

“Sissi, my dear, I know you have many questions, but we can discuss them later. At present, we have a pressing matter at hand – the creatures in the Dark Forest are becoming increasingly ferocious, and we can’t afford to let it go on!”

Taric’s King was the first to speak, maintaining a serious tone despite his frail appearance. However, there was a curious implication in his words, as if suggesting Princess Sissi should handle the issue of the Dark Forest, possibly underestimating her awareness of the Dark Elves or assuming she hadn’t truly encountered them.

Princess Sissi paused for a moment but did not react with anger.

On the contrary, she found it quite normal. Her father was currently in a weakened state, akin to an aging lion worrying about the younger and stronger offspring vying for his position. The instinct to eliminate the most threatening successor in the first instance wasn’t difficult to fathom.

However, Princess Sissi wasn’t foolishly loyal or naive. She wouldn’t willingly fall into such a trap, allowing her father to achieve his desires.

Thinking about this, Princess Sissi resisted the urge to glance at the two individuals beside her and reminded herself not to act recklessly. As long as Amelia Barlen was willing to intervene, those brutal Dark Elves would be no match.

At that point, what seemed like a trap could turn into an opportunity, resolving the trouble and increasing the support for her ascension to the throne.

However, dealing with the demon was undoubtedly the same as courting danger.

A single misstep could lead to irreversible consequences. The question now was how to persuade Amelia Barlen to agree to lend assistance.