A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 3] Chapter 83

[Vol. 3] Chapter 83: I Ask, You Answer

Ifia hurried to Amelia’s side and saw a dark elf impaled through the abdomen by a long sword. The elf was ruthlessly pinned against a tree trunk, emitting continuous screams of agony from its mouth. Its contorted facial expression, exacerbated by the intense pain, made its already terrifying visage even more dreadful.

Witnessing this scene, Ifia was startled and instinctively took cover behind Amelia. However, her curiosity and desire for knowledge could not be restrained, as she surreptitiously peeked out with shining black eyes, eagerly observing the unfolding events.

“Evil… must… kill…”

Having encountered dark elves in the Taric Palace before, Ifia knew that they could speak the human language. Yet, this particular dark elf spoke intermittently, as if enduring immense suffering.

It was merely a sword thrust, after all. Although it would be excruciating for a human, creatures as resilient as dark elves should not be so fragile, right?

In reality, dark elves indeed wouldn’t be so affected by an abdominal injury, but on the condition that… Amelia could retract her Abyssal Domain. Due to their shared classification as demons, there existed a natural hierarchy of oppression.

The unfortunate dark elf before them faced the brunt of this oppression, its heart almost ceasing to beat under the overwhelming pressure of the Demon Lord. Naturally, it could barely articulate its words, let alone withstand the excruciating torment for another moment.

Every second was sheer agony, and the dark elf wished for nothing more than to die outright, escaping this torturous suffering.

At the same time, it was also understood that this time, a formidable figure had arrived, one not to be trifled with. It was unclear where the Taric royal family had summoned this demonic deity from!

As the dark elf writhed in unbearable pain, Amelia finally realized that the being couldn’t speak properly due to the hierarchical oppression. After a moment’s thought, she refrained from using magic directly against the dark elf but kept her Abyssal Domain active.

Instead, she employed a new method of intimidation. Immediately, countless wraiths wailed and screamed around the dark elf, sending shivers down its spine.

Although the dark elf belonged to the demon classification, it was not a purebred demon but rather a mixed-blood branch. Hence, lacking the abilities of a pure demon, it could only bully the weak ineffectively.

“Now, I ask, you answer,” Amelia didn’t afford the dark elf any time to calm down, straightforwardly making her demand, leaving the dark elf no choice but to quickly nod in agreement, fearing further torment if it hesitated.

“Where is the Lint Fruit?”

Amelia had no curiosity about the dark elf clan, nor did she care to listen to their grievances with the Taric royal family. It should be noted that demons have always been cruel and indifferent, adept at disguising themselves. For those they find interesting, they have enough patience to toy with them for a while before ultimately growing bored and causing irreparable harm.

This was how she treated Ifia before. Upon finding her adorable at first glance, she became intrigued. However, before she could bring Ifia out of the slums, the cute kitten had already fallen into her trap. When they met again at the Pulis Academy, Ifia foolishly followed along, completely unaware that she was dancing on the edge of death.

Initially, Amelia thought she would grow tired of Ifia quickly, but with more contact, her initial thoughts changed. She couldn’t bear to make Ifia cry, let alone grow tired of her.

Of course, in certain specific situations, Ifia’s tears might sound quite pleasing…

Arriving in Taric Kingdom this time, Amelia’s main objective was to obtain the Lint Fruit, an essential material for repairing Ifia’s fragmented soul.

“How… do you know…”

The dark elf’s eyes widened upon hearing the words “Lint Fruit” from Amelia’s mouth.

However, immediately after, it remembered that the figure before it was the Demon Lord. Even if she knew about the sacred object of the dark elf clan, it wouldn’t be surprising.

However, for a common dark elf like itself, it was not qualified to access the clan’s sacred objects.

“The Lint Fruit is a sacred object, only Elder Sylei can pick it… Please don’t kill me, I can take you to see Elder Sylei!”

Before the dark elf could finish its sentence, it saw the dangerous glint in Amelia’s eyes, and the wraiths surrounding it began to tear at its soul. Enduring the pain, it immediately displayed its strong survival instinct to prove its worth.

As for whether it was dangerous to bring the Demon Lord to see Elder Sylei? Even if the dark elf remained defiant until death, with the Demon Lord’s abilities, finding the dark elf clan’s settlement would only be a matter of time.

Even if Elder Sylei was powerful, she would not be stronger than the Demon Lord.

Anyway, the Lint Fruit was not the only one, it was just that they grew slowly, taking hundreds of years to bear fruit, making them particularly rare.

“In that case, lead the way!” After receiving a satisfactory answer, Amelia directly withdrew her long sword, causing black blood to splatter, sizzling as it hit the ground, corroding countless small pits.

Even if Ifia saw it again, she couldn’t help but marvel. This effect could rival that of concentrated sulfuric acid!

And the dark elf’s healing ability was impressive, as soon as the long sword was pulled out, the wounds on its waist and abdomen quickly healed, not affecting its ability to lead the way ahead.

“Amelia, there’s something strange about this dark elf. It doesn’t even attempt to run, it’s actually obediently leading the way!” Ifia curiously asked Amelia as they followed the dark elf.

The dark elves they encountered in the palace before were particularly brutal, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation. Now seeing rational dark elves, Ifia couldn’t help but feel they were surprisingly gentle, despite being a bit ugly…

Amelia, who was secretly intimidating and threatening, maintained a look of confusion and pretended to ponder before speaking. “Perhaps it’s due to the forceful suppression? That’s why it’s obediently guiding us.”

“Reasonable, but we still need to be cautious! If it tries to lead us into an ambush and employs overwhelming numbers, it would be disastrous!” Looking down at Ifia’s earnest and adorable expression, Amelia couldn’t help but raise her hand to ruffle her head.

Concurrently, she added, “Hmm? In that case, why don’t we just not go?”

Hearing Amelia offer another option, Ifia hesitated, then asked, “Is the Lint Fruit very important to you, Amelia?”

At this point, even if Ifia was slow to catch on, she knew Amelia had ulterior motives. From accepting Princess Sissi’s commission to wanting to enter the Dark Forest.

“Very important!” Although surprised by Ifia’s question, Amelia nodded earnestly. Despite not explicitly stating the reason, the seriousness of her expression made it clear how important the Lint Fruit was.

This prompted Ifia to make an immediate decision.

“Then let’s continue forward and make sure to obtain the Lint Fruit!” Ifia raised her fist to her chest, rallying herself. Seeing her unwavering determination, Amelia looked at her with gentle eyes, a smile unconsciously forming at the corner of her mouth.

She greatly appreciated Ifia’s consideration for her, which made Amelia feel warm inside, a sense of fulfillment washing over her. As the dark elf led the way ahead, listening to the conversation between the two, its emotions were complex.

It seemed that the dark elves had more reason to worry about the Demon Lord’s actions! However, the intimacy between the Demon Lord and the humans was quite peculiar! Was she toying with the human?

The dark elf dared not ponder the matters concerning the Demon Lord and could only lead the way in silence. After passing through the narrow path, it quickly brought the two to the vicinity of the dark elf settlement.