A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 80

[Vol. 3] Chapter 80: The Fish Has Taken the Bait

“Amelia, did you break the illusion?”

In the midst of Amelia silently planning, the now recovered Ifia asked curiously. Although she experienced a series of shameful events in the illusion, Ifia’s recovery ability was excellent. At this moment, facing Amelia, she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Fortunately, everything that happened in the illusion was known only to herself. It was like a dream theater where the wind leaves no trace. Otherwise, Ifia felt she wouldn’t be able to face Amelia. After all, the actions in the illusion seemed to hint at a shift from friendship to something more.

Amelia would surely be shocked and might think Ifia’s approach carried impure intentions. It would be terrible if she decided to ignore her because of that! So, Ifia had to keep everything tightly sealed.

However, regarding the memories of the illusion, Ifia couldn’t help but savor them a bit beyond the initial embarrassment. The demon Amelia had a unique charm?

Of course, Ifia preferred the Amelia with demon horns and tail.

As for the black vines, she could do without!

The sensation of being controlled was extremely unpleasant!

Hmph!

Sooner or later, she would try her hand at bondage play and take the lead!

Unaware of Ifia’s secret considerations of a counterattack, Amelia patiently explained, “Yes, as long as one maintains a clear state of mind with strong willpower, the illusion won’t consume them. In reality, we fell into the trap once we entered deep into the Dark Forest.”

“The dark elves use their abilities and manipulate the terrain of the Dark Forest to set up magical arrays, thus creating special illusions. Every creature entering this area falls into an infinite illusion. The illusion extracts the most cherished person or thing from the subconscious of each creature, crafting a unique dream. Once the desire to stay emerges, the illusion devours them.”

As Amelia spoke, she pointed to the side. The team composed of Princess Sissi’s summoned soldiers and the others who entered the Dark Forest together were mostly frozen in place like stiff mannequins.

Their lively eyes had lost their luster, appearing dull as if embedded with artificial eyes. The once rosy and healthy complexion now turned ghastly pale, with dehydrated skin displaying fine cracks, seemingly on the verge of shattering with a gentle touch.

Witnessing this scene, Ifia stepped back in fear, reaching out to grab the hem of Amelia’s garment.

Besides being startled by the stiffness of her companions, Ifia recalled her experiences in the illusion. If Amelia hadn’t timely dispelled the illusion after Ifia provided her answer, would she have ended up in the same frozen state? It was truly terrifying!

Sensing Ifia’s body trembling with fear, Amelia quickly raised her hand, enveloping Ifia in a warm embrace. The comforting hug helped dissipate the negative emotions, and Ifia soon recovered.

With Amelia’s caring reassurance, Ifia finally escaped the lingering discomfort caused by the aftermath of the scare. Amelia spoke up to console her, “Ifia, don’t be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

In reality, being consumed by the illusion could lead to the loss of human vitality, but it required a transitional period and didn’t result in immediate death. Even if Ifia were swallowed by the illusion, Amelia had the capability to rescue her. There was no need to fear the scene unfolding before them.

Upon hearing Amelia’s assurance, Ifia breathed a sigh of relief, immediately putting aside her fear.

“Amelia, what did you encounter in the illusion?”

However, witnessing Amelia’s calm demeanor prompted Ifia’s curiosity. She hadn’t initially planned to ask this question, to avoid the possibility of Amelia inquiring back—an issue difficult to handle whether she chose to reveal or conceal. Nevertheless, now Ifia couldn’t contain her curiosity.

In Amelia’s illusion, was there an image of Ifia?

“I can’t recall… Ifia, do you still retain memories of the illusion?”

However, as fate would have it, Ifia could only stammer and attempt to deceive with her less-than-masterful acting skills. She tried to feign forgetfulness about the experiences in the illusion.

“Of course not! I thought I was the only one who forgot. Didn’t expect it to be the same for everyone!”

Observing Ifia’s awkward attempt at joyous acting, Amelia raised her other hand, formed a fist, and strategically placed it near her mouth to conceal the uncontrollable laughter. Even her usually cold purple eyes carried a hint of amusement.

This little fool is truly adorable!

Amelia’s attempt to conceal her laughter wasn’t superfluous. She couldn’t let Ifia catch her sneaky amusement. Otherwise, she might explode on the spot in frustration.

As for Amelia’s illusion, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to share but rather due to her demonic true form. The illusion couldn’t penetrate Amelia’s inner self to access her subconscious mind.

Thus, Amelia’s illusion remained a blank canvas, swiftly dispelled using her magical abilities afterward. Despite Ifia feeling like she had spent a significant amount of time in the illusion, in reality, only three minutes had passed.

However, Amelia was dissatisfied that it took three minutes to dispel the illusion.

A fantasy that could be destroyed with a wave of the hand shouldn’t take that long!

Since entering the Dark Forest, it seemed like something was suppressing her magical abilities. It felt as if the annoying rules of this damn world were interfering, making Amelia more cautious and irritated.

After all, this time it was not only her who entered the Dark Forest. There was also her companion, Ifia. The delicate and fragile Ifia is just a human. Once injured, she will undoubtedly experience considerable pain. Just the thought of this scene makes Amelia uncomfortable, so it is imperative to prevent any unexpected incidents.

On the other hand, after the performance, Ifia discreetly glances at Amelia. Seeing that she successfully fooled everyone, Ifia immediately breathes a sigh of relief, almost wanting to applaud her own improvisation skills. As for illusions and the like, please refrain from mentioning them again!

To shift the topic, Ifia quickly inquires about others, “Amelia, did everyone who entered the Dark Forest together die? Why isn’t Princess Sissi leading anymore?”

“It’s not a total disaster, Princess Sissi and others have strong willpower and haven’t been consumed by the illusion. Look, they are all lying in the grass, and it will take some time for them to regain consciousness.”

With Amelia’s explanation, Ifia finally observes the front attentively. She sees a wild growth of green grass reaching knee height, and indeed, various colored clothes are vaguely visible within it, relieving Ifia a bit.

When Princess Sissi led the group into the Dark Forest. It’s difficult to explain, if only she and Amelia return. Certainly, one cannot say that Princess Sissi was inept. Leaving that aside, the royal court of Taric would not believe it, considering Princess Sissi is a key figure in the royal family, while they are foreign visitors, and their positions are not equal.

“Shall we wait for them to regain consciousness before proceeding, or should we explore on our own first?”

Having experienced the illusions of the Dark Forest, Ifia is now aware of the dangers here. From a personal standpoint, she hopes to wait for Princess Sissi and the others to awaken before advancing together. This way, the risks are shared. Although the effectiveness of a “strength in numbers” strategy is uncertain, it provides a sufficient psychological comfort.

Sighing at the task entrusted to her by Princess Sissi, which came with a substantial amount of gold, proves to be no easy feat. However, in contrast to Ifia’s cautious approach, Amelia decisively chose the latter.

“Ifia, I understand that the illusions have frightened you, but Princess Sissi and the others have mediocre abilities. Continuing to accompany them will only slow us down,” Amelia states earnestly, her purple eyes exuding confidence as she explains.

As Ifia gazes at her, easily persuaded, she finds herself unable to refuse. The trust in Amelia seems to have reached its peak, attributing her compliance not to the enchantment of Amelia’s beauty but to a complete trust in her.

Therefore, Ifia’s initially cautious choice is effortlessly altered. After nodding somewhat foolishly, she realizes with a hint of frustration, as she covers her forehead, that she tends to be too agreeable whenever facing Amelia.

It must be because her trust in Amelia has reached its maximum, and not because of the impact of Amelia’s beauty causing a loss of self-control.

“However, before we proceed, Ifia, you need to wash up.”

“?”

Upon hearing Amelia’s words, Ifia tilts her head in confusion. Despite some dishevelment from the journey, she doesn’t see why she needs to clean up at this moment.

Before Ifia can voice her continuing confusion, Amelia quickly provides an explanation, “The illusions require the use of mediums like pollen or robe powder from the forest plants. It must be washed off promptly. Otherwise, it can be uncomfortable for the body.”

“I see.”

“There’s a lake ahead, perfect for cleaning up.”

While Ifia didn’t mind the lack of explanation from Amelia earlier, she now feels an itchiness all over upon hearing the reason. She wishes to quickly strip off her clothes and wash away whatever may have clung to her. Wait, strip off her clothes!

Swiftly capturing the keywords, Ifia’s eyes light up. She suddenly recalls the unfinished task in the system: “Honest interaction!”

A golden opportunity has presented itself, and she cannot let it slip away.

Quietly devising a plan in her mind, Ifia, upon noticing that Amelia seems reluctant to wash off the illusion marks together, immediately seizes an idea.

“Amelia, is the lake deep? I don’t know how to swim, and what if…”

Ifia hesitates, standing in place. Once Amelia’s attention turns towards her, she voices her concerns with more conviction than her previous acting.

However, one can still see through it at a glance, realizing that this little cutie is up to something mischievous again. What kind of idea has popped into her head this time?

Following past experiences, every time Ifia makes a move, it’s like a freshly bathed little lamb, willingly presenting itself… soft, tender, and very tempting.

Naturally, Amelia won’t refuse. But rather, she anticipates it with a hint of excitement.

So, instead of immediately addressing it, she smoothly continues the conversation based on Ifia’s lead, saying, “Do you need me to accompany you?”

This remark hits the bullseye perfectly. Hearing this, Ifia feels a sense of satisfaction, knowing that the fish has taken the bait, and it’s time to reel it in!

“Yes.”

Ifia eagerly nods in agreement, then seems to realize she might have appeared too eager. Quickly attempting to conceal it, she adds, “With you, Amelia, by my side, I’m not afraid of anything. Oh dear, I feel so much powder on me, let’s hurry and wash it off!”

Hehe, it went incredibly smoothly. Amelia agrees to shower together.

This time, the mission will definitely be successfully completed!