A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 30

[Vol. 4] Chapter 30: Playing with Fire

The effect of igniting several giant torches was extremely explosive.

The roaring flames soared into the sky, and the excited exclamations of the crowd created a lively atmosphere. However, for Ifia, who was standing on the rooftop watching, her thoughts were not focused on the spectacle.

Even though initially, she wanted to witness the ignition of the bonfire…

Now, with the perfect opportunity to complete her mission in front of her, who would still pay attention to the fire?

It’s time to play with fire directly!

She wanted to ignite the flame on Amelia~

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However, even though there were only the two of them on the rooftop, she couldn’t just rush directly. Instead, she needed to proceed gradually.

For example, start with throwing out a topic to capture attention.

Suppressing her excited heart, Ifia’s cheeks turned rosy due to excessive imagination, resembling a fresh and delicious pink peach that would burst with juice when lightly bitten, spreading a sweet taste in the mouth.

Her sparkling black eyes shone like stars, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curve upward.

The whole person seemed like a delectable dessert, emitting an irresistible sweet fragrance.

Seeing this, Amelia subtly raised an eyebrow, knowing that Ifia was up to some mischief again.

Recalling their past experiences, no matter what Ifia tried to do to her, she always managed to turn it into a clumsy charm, allowing Amelia to savor the sweetness.

She was really looking forward to it!

“Amelia, this year’s academy festival is really fun. It’s a pity it only happens once a year. I wish we could have celebrations every day.”

Thinking that she successfully disguised her intentions, Ifia remained oblivious to the fact that she had already exposed her thoughts. She continued to use her brain to complete the task.

After throwing out the topic, she glanced at Amelia, hoping for a certain response. However, what she got wasn’t the reply she anticipated.

Amelia raised her lips with an indulgent tone, saying, “Once I control the Sith Empire, I’ll customize festivals according to Ifia’s preferences. We can even celebrate every day.”

“Hush! You can’t say that. How can national affairs be treated so lightly!”

Although Ifia tried to stop her verbally, her heart felt sweet. The smiling expression on her face revealed that her words were insincere, and she actually liked it.

Hehehe, hearing Amelia say such things, she seemed like a fox spirit confusing a monarch. Although Amelia was currently just a candidate, the other competitors were too weak.

There was only Prince Carloy, who had the support of the royal family and some conservative aristocrats. However, judging by Carloy’s behavior, he was nothing but incapable and enraged.

No matter how you look at it, he was nothing compared to Amelia.

However, if Amelia were to come into power in the future, Ifia hopes Amelia can be a wise ruler. It might be better not to bring their little quirks into the public eye and enjoy them privately.

However, the current king is still alive and kicking, so even if Amelia succeeds in the election, she won’t immediately take over unless the king dies suddenly.

Considering the current situation, the king seems healthy, and he won’t die in the short term unless a demon targets the royal family.

Lost in her thoughts, Ifia suddenly realized her thoughts were jumping too far. She should focus on completing the task now. So, Ifia continued to make an effort to change the topic, feeling a bit urgent this time, narrowing the scope.

She was just about to state her purpose directly.

“Amelia, I think the annual celebration is worth commemorating. Since we are currently dressed in role-playing costumes, how about playing a little game?”

“A game?”

Amelia, who usually struck fear into other demons, now had a perfectly surprised expression on her face. She seemed genuinely curious and completely aware of Ifia’s cunning intentions.

She had difficulty holding back her tail that wanted to appear because she couldn’t wait for it.

Not knowing that Amelia was just playing along, the naive Ifia continued to deceive.

“Hmm, we can cooperate with each other, performing a scene related to the characters we are playing. Anyway, there’s no one else here, so there’s no need to be shy.”

The more she spoke, the more excited Ifia became. She secretly pinched her thigh to stay alert, the pain helping her keep from breaking into a crazy smile.

“That sounds interesting,” Amelia nodded solemnly, giving Ifia considerable encouragement.

Encouraged, Ifia continued to emphasize an essential point, “To perform smoothly, we must follow the rules, which means no character breakdowns… In simple terms, we shouldn’t do things that go against our character setups.”

“For example, my character is a fierce vampire, so there must be some intimate contact actions.”

Ifia didn’t want to be too explicit. In reality, she wanted to say that the angel character should be gentle and weak, easy to submit… making Amelia obediently lie down without resisting. An escaping angel caught by a vampire would surely receive some ‘lessons.’

Cough, however, the secluded rooftop wasn’t suitable for such a challenging performance. There weren’t even any cushions. It would be better to wait for a chance to play later!

Ifia’s excessive imagination made her eyes dart around, avoiding looking at Amelia. She could only glance around aimlessly, and in doing so, she noticed a chair not far away.

The chair was covered with a layer of black cotton cloth, appearing clean and tidy. It just needed the fabric to be lifted, and it could be used as a prop! With this chair, there were many creative possibilities.

Perhaps Ifia’s gaze on the chair was too obvious. Amelia followed her line of sight and then spoke, “This chair must have been left by other members of the art club. You can use it.”

It was practically like falling asleep and being handed a pillow.

Upon hearing this, Ifia immediately ran over, lifted the black covering, revealing a dark wooden chair adorned with intricate and elaborate patterns. It was clearly an item used by nobility.

Ifia touched it, finding no dust and a pleasant texture. This chair would be perfect for their role-playing.

Ifia could already envision herself sitting on this chair, creating various scenes with the delicate angel Amelia.

However, she quickly remembered that Amelia hadn’t explicitly agreed yet, bringing her back to reality. Now, everything was ready, just awaiting Amelia’s nod of approval.

Eagerly, Ifia didn’t hesitate to look directly at Amelia.

However, this time it was Amelia who avoided eye contact, speaking with a little restraint.

“Ifia, are you sure about this? Once we start role-playing, we can’t call it off, you know.”

Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. She really looked forward to seeing what this little cutie wanted to do.

Especially with the tail still visible behind her, wagging faster, indicating her owner’s impatience.