A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 116

[Vol. 4] Chapter 116: Test Your Endurance

Because Ifia’s soul was damaged, the apparition above her head wasn’t solid.

However, it didn’t prevent her original appearance from manifesting.

But when Saint Tiffany saw the soul in its angelic form with golden hair, golden eyes, and wings, she was stunned, frozen in place.

How… how is this possible?

Ifia is just an ordinary human.

Why is her soul in the form of an angel?

Saint Tiffany, being a devout follower of the God of Light and possessing innate talents, although she hadn’t encountered angels directly. She was familiar with the divine and angels.

So, naturally, she wouldn’t mistake Ifia’s soul essence.

It truly was an angel!

Could it be that the true reason the Demon Lord treated Ifia differently was because of the demons’ instinct to toy with angels?

At the thought of this, Saint Tiffany immediately became agitated. As a messenger of the gods in this world, she couldn’t just stand by and watch Ifia, who possessed the essence of an angel, continue to be deceived and manipulated by demons!

Even if it meant death, she had to make Ifia aware of the truth and help her escape quickly!

Unlike Saint Tiffany’s panic, Amelia silently watched the apparition.

Like an angel descended to earth, her exquisitely beautiful face radiated purity.

Her golden eyelashes blinked, revealing innocence and naivety.

As her white wings flapped and her golden hair billowed, her otherworldly charm left people entranced.

Not to mention, even demons known for their like of angels couldn’t help but be tempted.

However, Amelia was used to seeing Ifia with her black hair and black eyes, so seeing her with golden hair and golden eyes now felt somewhat displeasing, despite it being the same face.

But no matter how beautiful angels may be, they couldn’t compare to her Ifia in Amelia’s eyes.

On the one hand, the angel reminded her of the past. Despite having the same face, Amelia hadn’t realized it until now.

Amelia, who always had double standards when it came to Ifia, felt that it didn’t matter and that the most important thing was her Ifia she had now.

“Saint, let’s continue the ceremony,” Amelia said, suppressing her inner discomfort, addressing Saint Tiffany who seemed lost in thought beside her.

She wanted to quickly repair Ifia’s damaged soul to prevent any mishaps. So far, everything has gone smoothly. She hoped it would continue this way.

Upon hearing Amelia’s urging, Saint Tiffany didn’t waste any time.

She continued by picking up the white jade bowl and using her finger to dab the liquid inside onto Ifia’s forehead, writing and drawing. Each time her finger touched Ifia’s forehead, Ifia’s consciousness would blur for a moment.

The apparition above her head gradually became solid, her radiant golden hair shining brightly in the dim basement, even more dazzling than the golden patterns on the circular altar.

The ceremony to repair the damaged soul wasn’t complicated, but it required Saint Tiffany’s full concentration.

If there were any minor mistakes in her drawings, this special ceremony would have to be abandoned.

Ended in failure.

Saint Tiffany had briefly considered sabotaging the soul repair ceremony…

But then she thought about how difficult it was to gather the special materials.

It wouldn’t be fair to Ifia.

Especially after successfully repairing her damaged soul, Ifia wouldn’t be troubled by fatigue and weakness anymore. No matter what the Demon Lord wanted to do, it had nothing to do with Ifia!

Therefore, Saint Tiffany continued the ceremony, even more nervous and serious than before.

It was not out of being coerced or threatened by the demons, but out of willingness to help.

Although she didn’t understand why Ifia’s soul essence was that of an angel, it was evident from this that Ifia’s goodness was beyond question.

In the heightened tension of Saint Tiffany’s mind, she calmly made the final stroke. As she waited for her finger to pick up, she saw Ifia’s body begin to emit a dazzling golden light.

The light grew stronger and stronger, too bright to even open one’s eyes to see.

As the light gradually dissipated, Ifia’s apparition above her head had become solid, floating in the air without much difference from the real person.

But as the ceremony came to an end, the apparition returned to Ifia’s body.

The next moment, Ifia was no longer dazed but immediately opened her eyes.

They were the familiar black eyes of Amelia.

They were now as clear as a pool of spring water.

Ifia didn’t know what had just happened, but she knew her body felt extremely relaxed.

It was like a ten-year-old vegetable suddenly being able to move…

Although a bit exaggerated, this refreshing feeling was really amazing!

Ifia’s mood became joyful along with her physical condition, prompting her to immediately look towards Amelia, wanting to share her good mood.

However, she didn’t dare to move recklessly since she wasn’t sure if the ceremony had ended yet.

Luckily, Saint Tiffany quickly informed her, “Ifia, the ceremony has ended.”

With excitement in Saint Tiffany’s eyes, Ifia suppressed her urge to scratch her head, nodding towards the Saint before bounding towards Amelia like an excited puppy.

She started to show off happily, “Amelia, I suddenly feel so light and comfortable. I could even run ten laps around the house now!”

As she spoke, seizing the opportunity while Amelia wasn’t paying attention, Ifia leaped up directly. With a smile on her face, she mischievously reached out and clung to Amelia, being as affectionate as possible.

Amelia, feeling helpless, raised her hand to hold Ifia and prevent her from falling to the ground. At the same time, she indulgently rubbed her cheek against Ifia’s.

Amelia leaned close to Ifia’s ears and whispered with a seductive tone, like the enticing charm of a succubus.

“Really? Then let’s test your endurance tonight!”

“……”

Upon hearing Amelia’s words, Ifia was taken aback.

She suspected that Amelia was playing around.

But even if she was just playing, Ifia wasn’t afraid.

She remembered that Amelia had promised to give a definite answer after the ceremony. As for who confessed their feelings first…

Even if they didn’t say it now, waiting a few more days wouldn’t be a problem.

After all, Ifia didn’t believe that Amelia had no feelings for her. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have kissed her passionately.

Yes, it was the kiss they shared this morning in the dining room that confirmed it for Ifia!

Not only did she have feelings for Amelia, but Amelia also harbored romantic intentions towards her.

Knowing this, Ifia immediately felt relieved. What was there to be afraid of? Hehe, she would just wait for Amelia to confess to her.

Therefore, Ifia naturally skipped past their friendship and switched to lover mode. She didn’t feel uncomfortable at all, and now all that was left was a public confession ceremony.

“I apologize for the intrusion, Miss Barlen. Ifia needs stability now. Please try to keep your distance from her to avoid any accidents,” Saint Tiffany said quietly as Ifia was about to get intimate with Amelia once again.

Ifia finally remembered that there were others present and her expression stiffened.

She quickly let go of Amelia and stepped back.

Oh dear, how embarrassing!

How could she forget that the Saint was still there!

There was an underlying message in the Saint’s words that Ifia couldn’t quite grasp, but Amelia understood it instantly.

Keeping her distance to prevent her magic from affecting Ifia. If the Saint could play her role a bit more convincingly, maybe Amelia would believe it.

A smirk played across Amelia’s lips as she pulled Ifia into her embrace.

Then she used her magic to block out Ifia’s hearing before addressing Saint Tiffany.

“Saint, what do you intend to do? Are you planning to tell Ifia about my true identity?”