A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 106
[Vol. 4] Chapter 106: Too Hasty
The carriage was not slow and quickly arrived at its destination. As soon as the two people got off the carriage, they were immediately welcomed by the villa maids, causing Ifia to excitedly wave at them.
Although the long journey was interesting, the feeling of returning home was also great.
Even though this was Amelia’s villa, for Ifia, it felt as comfortable as returning to her own nest!!!
Hmph, as close friends, they naturally shared joys and sorrows!
Before the trip, Ifia used to think about not staying too long to avoid disturbing Amelia. However, after sharing meals and accommodations along the way, Ifia no longer wanted to return to the lonely dormitory.
Ifia has always liked a lively atmosphere. However, crossing into this world alone and starting in a slum made her unable to choose…
Fortunately, after entering Pulis Academy, she met Amelia and a few good friends. With the passage of time, Ifia gradually adapted, becoming more integrated into this world.
Of course, the main reason was Amelia’s considerate, giving Ifia a strong sense of security. Her playful and lively personality also returned. As for Amelia’s status as the duke’s daughter, it was the least important to Ifia… Only when Amelia used her privileges did Ifia feel a little envious.
Apart from that, there was nothing else. After all, Amelia did not use her influence to bully others actively. On the contrary, others admired and respected her.
Moreover, when interacting with Ifia, there had never been any arrogance. Instead, it was gentle and considerate. In this mode of interaction, Ifia was pampered to the heavens.
“Ifia, go rest! I need to take care of some matters and will be back soon.”
“Okay.”
As Ifia happily greeted the maids, Amelia stood aside, smiling. After Ifia finished her greetings, Amelia mentioned that she needed to go out for a while. Ifia nodded in understanding, indicating that she would stay obediently at home.
However, thinking about Amelia going out, Ifia’s eyes flickered, and a mischievous idea popped into her head, “Amelia, can you help me get something? I pre-ordered an iron hot pot at Seth’s Iron House on Clifton Street. When we get it, we can have a hot pot together!”
Before going to Camus, Ifia personally drew a diagram, all for the sake of having a hot pot! However, due to the sudden trip, she had forgotten until now.
Just the thought of sitting with Amelia, joyfully eating a spicy hot pot, made Ifia eager to get the iron hot pot as soon as possible. Seeing this, Amelia naturally wouldn’t refuse, but she jokingly mentioned a small errand fee.
She lifted her hand, pulling Ifia closer. Then, she bent down, extending her hand to lift Ifia’s chin, facing those moist black eyes. With a smile, she kissed Ifia’s lips.
After the kiss, she didn’t pull away but gently nibbled on the soft lips, eliciting a soft moan from Ifia.
Although bitten by Amelia, Ifia didn’t get angry. The gentle intensity was clearly a playful tease!
So, instead of pulling away, Ifia took the opportunity to flatteringly embrace Amelia, not saying anything but showering several affectionate kisses on Amelia’s cheek.
Then, as Amelia relaxed, Ifia quickly stepped back, her smiling eyes carrying a mischievous glint. She waved her hand at Amelia, signaling her to go about her business quickly.
After saying this, Ifia dashed away, slipping into the villa directly. Amelia couldn’t help but smile, her purple eyes exuding gentleness.
The indifferent expression on her face changed, making the maids present too breathless to even dare to gasp.
Even though everyone admired and respected Amelia Barlen, the aura of the Duke’s daughter was too strong. It made people hesitate to approach, let alone act as casually as Ifia.
Absolutely a warrior!
While the maids were thinking this, Amelia showed no interest in how others perceived it. She watched as Ifia entered the villa, then turned around and boarded the carriage again, instructing the coachman to head to the church.
Inside the carriage, Amelia held three special materials in her hands, her face relaxed. The hard work of collecting them was finally going to be put to use. Ifia’s fragmented soul could finally be restored.
After inspecting the materials for a while, Amelia placed them into a box. She planned to hand this box over to Saint Tiffany when she met her. Glancing out of the carriage window, she observed the bustling streets with people coming and going. She raised her hand to support her chin and smiled.
Looking forward to it!
Additionally, the magical plants escorted by her people should have arrived in Darwa City by now. When those nobles summoned demons, it would be like pouring water into a hot oil pan, causing the once calm royal city to become ‘lively.’ How many people would wail and perish at that time?
Just the thought made the demons feel a great sense of pleasure. However, thinking about Ifia’s dislike for the Rosward royal family, Amelia pondered silently and decided to dispatch an unfavorable demon to the royal family.
Magical plants could indeed summon demons. However, it was not as whimsical as the legends suggested, with summoning at will. As long as someone used magical plants to summon demons, a special fluctuation occurred.
During this time, if a demon was interested and responded to the fluctuation, the summoning was considered successful. Otherwise, it failed.
However, due to the demons’ desire for human souls, no demon was willing to pass up the opportunity for an easy meal.
Throughout history, demons had always toyed with humans. How could humans possibly control them? Yet, humans foolishly believed they could subdue demons, only to meet a tragic end in the end.
Amelia’s purple eyes flashed with a hint of mockery, but then she remembered that Ifia was also human.
Well…
Her previous thoughts were too hasty. Ifia is different from other humans. After all, she’s so cute that even if she were to be controlled, it would be only natural!
Amelia, still exhibiting her double standards today, thought like this.
Even though she had only been separated from Ifia for a short while, it made her restless, wishing to return immediately.
However, restoring the soul was crucial. She wanted Ifia to be healthy and not exhausted after a few steps. Moreover, only by successfully repairing Ifia’s damaged soul could Amelia reveal her true form in front of her.
Amelia wanted Ifia to see her demonic form. At that time, Ifia could touch the horns on her head or even reach out to touch the demon tail if she wished.
Just thinking about Ifia all the way, time passed quickly, and the carriage entered the area where the church was located, stopping directly in front of the two-story house where Saint Tiffany lived.
Amelia got off the carriage, just as she stood still, the snake demon Taroumati came with the wind.
Unlike the last time Amelia saw Taroumati full of loss and resentment, this time she looked presentable with a smile on her face, showing a confident demeanor.
Clearly, there had been good progress between her and Saint Tiffany.
“Ahriman, you finally came. My dear has been waiting for you for a long time.”