A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 5] Chapter 5

[Vol. 5] Chapter 5: Believing in One is Believing in All

This was the first time Ifia had seen a human possessed by a demon.

In the past, she had only encountered fictional characters in novels and animations, so she hadn’t expected to witness it with her own eyes now!

However, contrary to the imagined demonic form, Count Duler was a very round middle-aged man, with the characteristic round belly of his age, looking as if he had been pregnant for ten months, which was a particularly obvious curve.

His body was round and his face was no exception. His cheeks were so fat that they squeezed his eyes into slits.

It was unclear whether he had been possessed by a demon recently, leading to overeating, but he looked as heavy as three hundred pounds.

Therefore, even with horns growing from his head and his eyes turning bloodshot, there was nothing particularly terrifying about him at the moment.

When Count Duler chuckled, the clergy of the church began to act. Priests began chanting with holy scriptures in their hands, while nuns stood behind them, bowing their heads in prayer.

Ifia watched in bewilderment, then tugged at Amelia’s sleeve once again.

“Amelia, do these church people’s actions work?”

“More than your cross does.”

Amelia looked at Ifia helplessly, and taking advantage of her height advantage, she lightly patted Ifia’s head with her hand…

If it were someone else asking such a boring question, she would have killed them long ago. But with Ifia, Amelia couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was enough of a double standard. She didn’t find Ifia annoying, just overly curious…

However, upon hearing Amelia criticize her cross, Ifia immediately became angry.

“Amelia, you don’t understand the importance of the cross. In the past, I’ve read in those… well, in books, there’s a devout person who suffered and was nailed to two intersecting wooden planks, and then…”

As for the origins of the cross, Ifia only knew bits and pieces. But with her half-hearted knowledge, she felt confident enough, especially facing someone like Amelia who seemed to know nothing. Even in areas where she didn’t know how to explain, she vaguely skipped over them.

In the end, she managed to finish speaking! Although if you asked Ifia to repeat it, she wouldn’t remember the content herself, but now she could boast in front of Amelia.

“So, Amelia, you have to have a devout heart to be protected and not be attacked by demons!”

“I see.”

Amelia’s face showed a look of sudden realization, making Ifia nod with a smile. However, Amelia’s next words directly stumped Ifia.

“So, just believe in this one? Or do you also have to worship other gods and Buddhas? Is that devout?”

Sometimes, what Ifia said to Amelia was random.

Even she herself would forget, but Amelia wouldn’t.

But with Amelia’s reminder, Ifia immediately recalled…

During their previous conversation, Ifia had mentioned the issue of faith boldly, saying that even if you wanted to believe, you couldn’t just believe in one, but in multiple.

In this way, the chances of being heard by gods and Buddhas would be greater, and wishes would be easier to fulfill. Anyway, believing in one is still believing. So, believing in one is believing in all, right? But now she was caught off guard…

Ifia scratched her nose with her hand, her dark eyes shifting nervously, as she muttered, “Of course, you have to worship multiple gods sometimes. Sometimes some God is busy, so you naturally have to seek help from other gods.”

Ifia’s twisted reasoning knew no bounds.

Amelia reached out and pinched her cheek, not pressing further, but instead looked towards the commotion near Count Duler, while explaining, “The clergy of the church have the ability to communicate with the divine, so chanting can indeed harness the power of light to suppress demons.”

“But they’re too weak, they can’t even harm the demons.”

As Amelia finished speaking, Count Duler emerged unscathed, using his obese body to press down on the clergy, leaving them almost breathless.

At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the clergy members’ hair, stuffing it directly into his mouth, murmuring, “Delicious, delicious, delicious,” as he ate directly, exposing their scalps and even tearing off a piece. They were thrown into the mouth by Count Duler and chewed away.

The nobles on the sidelines were already terrified by Count Duler’s behavior, their legs almost giving out. Seizing the opportunity before they were noticed, they hurriedly scrambled to the door of the room, putting some distance between themselves and Count Duler.

For a moment, the scene was chaotic and extremely noisy.

Just as Ifia worried about being accidentally harmed and wanted to pull Amelia away from there, Saint Tiffany took the initiative to step forward. She raised her hand and quickly drew a complex and intricate magic circle in the air, then sprinkled pure water.

The pure water, which should have fallen to the ground naturally, now hovered in mid-air as if the magic circle above had absorbed it.

The next moment, in the somewhat dim room, a familiar dazzling white light quickly bloomed, causing Ifia to quickly close her eyes to avoid the piercing sensation.

After a while, when the light dissipated, Ifia opened her eyes and saw Count Duler, who had been continuously attacking humans before, now lying peacefully on the ground.

The demonic horns that had protruded from his head were nowhere to be seen, and upon carefully examining his eyes, there was no trace of red.

Was that the successful expulsion?

Ifia felt like they were just accompanying players, not even given a chance to participate, just coming to play a round and then leaving…

( – ? – )

Oh well!

It was good that the saint was powerful.

It was better than putting Amelia, the guard, in danger.

After Count Duler returned to normal, his steward, Bisse, quickly ordered someone to take Count Duler away and freshen up. Then, he didn’t forget to praise Saint Tiffany.

“Madam Saint, you are so powerful. You dispersed the demon in one go. If only we had asked you to help treat the Count earlier.”

Facing the steward’s praise, Saint Tiffany remained unchanged, still maintaining an untouchable aura of sanctity. On the other hand, standing beside her, Taroumati smiled brightly. She stood tall and proud, radiating with glory.

Similar to Ifia when someone praised Amelia. Taroumati looked very proud when someone praised the saint.

“Everyone, thank you for making the trip. Please stay for a late-night snack as a sincere thank you from the us. Please don’t refuse.”

Steward Bisse was eloquent. With his words, even those who had planned to go home and rest felt too embarrassed to leave.

Of course, most people had heard that Count Duler loved food, so not only was he wealthy, but he also employed many talented chefs… It was an opportunity to come and taste, so it couldn’t be missed.

Ifia was equally eager, so after agreeing with Amelia to stay, she parted ways with her and headed straight to the kitchen to see the cooking process of Count Duler’s chefs. Although Ifia was skilled in cooking, she knew she couldn’t rest on her laurels and needed to occasionally learn from others.

Unfortunately, Count Duler’s guards were very strict about the kitchen and wouldn’t let Ifia in. Disappointed, Ifia had to turn back. However, on her way back, she accidentally collided with a maid, causing a jar of rose water to spill all over her, enveloping Ifia in a strong rose scent in an instant.

As the maid apologized profusely, Ifia had to comfort her in return. After finally seeing off the maid, Ifia continued on her way, now carrying the intense scent of roses.

However, one unexpected event followed another. Ifia stood behind a tree, her face full of shock as she watched Count Duler, who had already been successfully exorcised, kneeling before Amelia.

He respectfully said, “Great Sovereign, the task you entrusted to me has been completed.”