A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 107

[Vol. 4] Chapter 107: The True Face of the Demon

Amelia ignored the smiling Taroumati, who looked like a fool, and walked straight into the door, where she saw Saint Tiffany sitting on the sofa in the living room.

After months of separation, Saint Tiffany remained as saintly as ever, radiating purity that repelled demons.

But was Taroumati really a demon?

The once most unrestrained demon surprisingly managed to resist devouring the saint’s soul, instead behaving like a trained dog.

Such a slap in the face for demons.

Amelia’s peripheral vision caught Taroumati entering the door cheerfully, her emerald eyes shining as she looked at Saint Tiffany, almost wagging her tail with excitement.

However, Saint Tiffany remained unchanged, pretending not to see.

Although Saint Tiffany’s eyes were covered by a dark green ribbon, she was not an ordinary person and could see everything around her without those eyes.

According to the beliefs of those who worship the benevolent god, this was the grace of divine love…

“The Lint Fruit, the Holy Lotus, and the Misfortune Vine are all here. When can we start repairing Ifia’s fragmented soul?”

Amelia didn’t waste any words and directly handed over the box she was carrying, stating her request.

After receiving the box, Saint Tiffany didn’t open it immediately.

Instead, she turned to where Amelia was standing and solemnly said, “Miss Barlen, please allow me to inform you beforehand that repairing a fragmented soul is not a trivial matter and there is a possibility of failure.”

Nothing is absolute.

Therefore, Saint Tiffany couldn’t guarantee success, only do her best.

However, being able to successfully repair Ifia’s soul was also a good thing. It could restore Ifia’s physical condition to its peak, without feeling exhausted due to the burden of a fragmented soul.

Saint Tiffany had a good impression of Ifia, so she also hoped that Ifia’s soul could be successfully repaired. Although the one leading this was a demon…

To be honest, Saint Tiffany didn’t understand it very well. She didn’t believe that demons could truly fall in love with humans. Especially Amelia Barlen, whose true identity was the Demon Lord Ahriman.

Among the demon race, to ascend to the top of demons, besides overpowering strength, the number of souls devoured also matters. Just looking at the demonic domain unfolded by this Demon Lord, where millions of souls wail and scream in agony, almost causing Saint Tiffany to lose her mind because of their cries, she could easily be consumed by madness.

Having countless souls as servants, cruelly playing with everything in the world.

How could such a ruthless demon possibly have opened her heart to humans?

Perhaps she just found Ifia amusing.

After all, demons by nature have a sinister sense of humor, enjoying tormenting humans until they despair… the thought of such a lovely child like Ifia being harmed makes Saint Tiffany feel very sorry.

Just like the Demon Lord in front of her, who, in order to please Ifia, searched tirelessly for special materials to repair her fragmented soul, with a deeply affectionate appearance…

However, once it got bored, its true demonic nature was revealed.

Saint Tiffany didn’t believe in demons from the bottom of her heart, so no matter how attentive the snake demon Taroumati was, she couldn’t touch her heart. It was all just empty flattery.

Since Taroumati was unwilling to leave, she would be allowed to stay, and when she became uninteresting, she would leave on her own.

Thinking from Amelia Barlen to Taroumati, Saint Tiffany lightly furrowed her brow, but then listened to the Demon Lord speak, deciding not to dwell on it further.

“Failure… will it harm Ifia?”

“No, if there’s a failure, we just need to gather the special materials again.”

Upon hearing Saint Tiffany’s reply, Amelia agreed to continue without hesitation. It was just a loss of some special materials, not a big deal.

Even if there was only one ripe Lint Fruit left, Amelia had seeds and could use magic to ripen it. Even if there were hundreds of failures, it wouldn’t be a problem.

With Amelia Barlen’s consent, Saint Tiffany picked up the box. Starting the ritual required a lot of preparation, just like dealing with the special materials now.

“Miss Barlen, please bring Ifia over as soon as possible, the magic circle will be ready soon.”

“Mm.”

Amelia nodded towards Saint Tiffany, then turned and walked towards the door. It was time to go home.

However, just as Amelia stepped out of the door, she was stopped by Taroumati.

Taroumati, at this moment, had chosen to selectively forget the near-death experience she had with Amelia before.

Instead, she wore a flattering smile on her face, her beautiful and seductive features filled with pleading expectation.

Seeing this, Amelia snapped her fingers and directly sealed Taroumati’s mouth, leaving her only able to make muffled sounds of frustration.

“I don’t care about whatever relationship you have with the Saint. Don’t bother me.”

Amelia glanced disdainfully at Taroumati, bypassed the obstruction, and climbed onto the carriage. The coachman immediately pulled the reins, urging the horses to start running, quickly leaving the area around the church.

They headed towards the villa in the Pulis Academy.

During the journey, Amelia instructed the coachman to stop on Clifton Street to pick up the iron hot pot Ifia had reserved.

As for Amelia, she sat silently in the carriage, pondering Saint Tiffany’s words, deciding to let Ifia rest for a day before setting off the day after tomorrow.

Making a round trip to the Camus territory consumed a lot of energy, and Amelia occasionally noticed Ifia showing signs of exhaustion. It would be better to wait until she was in better condition before discussing anything!

Speaking of which, Amelia was not a patient demon, especially in situations where there was no profit to be gained, she was indifferent. Just like when Taroumati sought help, Amelia didn’t even listen and outright refused.

However, since meeting Ifia, her indifference had faded away. Anything related to Ifia, no matter how difficult, she would do it.

This was a stark contrast to Amelia’s previous behavior, and after realizing this, she couldn’t help but laugh lightly.

She liked Ifia, it was already so obvious.

But she hadn’t noticed her feelings before, continuing to treat Ifia as a cute pet, something belonging to her as a demon, and no one could take her away.

Looking back, she felt she had been foolish.

Her feelings for Ifia had already taken root deep within her. It’s just that she had awakened to it, while Ifia was still being stubborn.

Luckily, she wasn’t in a hurry, and besides, it was quite amusing this way.

Especially after discovering the system, the subsequent system tasks could…

Amelia’s lips curved upwards, her eyes and brows filled with delight, eagerly anticipating Ifia’s next system task.

“Miss Barlen, we’ve arrived!”

With the coachman’s reminder, the carriage stopped in front of the villa’s gate. As soon as Amelia got off the carriage, she saw a window on the second floor of the villa open.

Ifia was leaning against the window, looking outside. She was squeezed among several pots of small sunflowers on the windowsill, like a little elf lost in a flower garden.

As Ifia looked around boredly, she immediately spotted Amelia getting off the carriage.

Her adorable little face lit up with a bright smile, her black eyes sparkling as she enthusiastically waved towards Amelia.

This made Amelia feel a warm sensation in her chest, happiness ready to overflow.