[Volume 4]: Chapter 115 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Here's the translated passage: "I feel like I'm being played with!" Even after getting on the carriage, Ifia was still sulking with a look of discontent in her black eyes. She then clearly snorted at Amelia and turned awkwardly to the other side. She acted as if she would not talk to Amelia for an hour. Amelia found it amusing but did not try to appease her. The stubborn little thing had it coming. So, when they arrived at Saint Tiffany's residence, as soon as the carriage stopped, Ifia was the first to jump out and then, carrying a light suitcase, she headed towards the door with an air of annoyance. So infuriating! On the other hand, Amelia leisurely alighted from the carriage, her elegant black dress outlining her perfect figure, swaying gracefully with each step, like an enchanting and dangerous mandrake. Her long silver hair flowed behind her, lifted by the gentle breeze. Her beautiful purple eyes narrowed slightly, complementing her pleasant smile. It gave off a captivating and somewhat dangerous vibe. Taromati, sensing the arrival of her old friend Aliman, hurried over and saw the mischievous look on Aliman's face. It would be normal for anyone else, but seeing it on Aliman, it was as if heaven itself had turned against her. Terrifying! While Taromati was silently sighing, Amelia, upon seeing her, immediately wiped the smile off her face, leaving Taromati with a cold look. She reverted back to the aloof highland flower she was before. This double standard treatment made Taromati roll her eyes directly. She thought it was really unfair. Fortunately, she still had the Saint to rely on. Thinking of the Saint's instructions, Taromati promptly told Amelia, "The ritual to repair the damaged soul is ready. It can start anytime. But the Saint suggested resting for a night to replenish strength, which will improve the success rate." "Alright." This was better for Ifia. Naturally, Amelia did not object. However, before starting the ritual, the little one had to cool off. Maintaining a good mood. "Aliman, it's not for me to say, but you still haven't taken down that human girl? Still trying to charm her after all this time?" While Amelia contemplated how to cheer Ifia up, Taromati, by her side, was boasting with a hint of arrogance in her words. It seemed that she was showing off after reaping the rewards from Saint Tiffany. However, Amelia did not let Taromati continue to gloat. She glanced at her and then slowly curled her lips, her words laced with sharpness, "Fool, do you really think that Saint Tiffany has accepted you? It's all just smoke and mirrors." With that said, she paid no attention to Taromati, who was left standing stupefied, and went straight into the room. Her relationship with Ifia was based on mutual fondness. Not exposing this bond was just a form of amusement for both of them. What did Taromati, this puppet played by humans, have to be proud of? Saint Tiffany was not as easy to deceive as her little one. She was calm and rational, possibly having some fondness for Taromati, but she would not let her cross the line she had drawn for herself. Unless Taromati was not a demon. But that was impossible. So, it was futile. In any case, Taromati was just a silly snake. Maybe she would be fooled by the Saint for a lifetime and still be content... Thinking of this, Amelia went into the living room and saw Ifia placing her suitcase to the side. She then sat obediently on the sofa and, upon seeing Amelia, immediately snorted. She turned her face away, refusing to look at Amelia. Amelia found her cute and, disregarding Ifia's anger, sat directly next to her, reaching out to grab Ifia's small hand. While Ifia struggled in annoyance, Amelia exerted a little force and pulled Ifia into her arms, at the same time placing her other hand around the little one's waist to confine her. Then, Amelia lowered her head, pressing her forehead against Ifia's. "You're so temperamental. When you were being stubborn in front of me earlier, did you ever think about whether I would get upset?" "..." This statement immediately made Ifia feel a bit guilty. Obviously, she was well aware of how stubborn she had been. Ifia's black eyes flickered, clearly showing her guilt. In truth, she wasn't really angry; she just wanted to test Amelia's reaction and see if she could get her to confess first. But she had been too arrogant before, and now she was reaping what she had sown. So, Ifia could no longer pretend to be angry. She lifted her hand to encircle Amelia's neck, pouting and snuggling up to her, softly admonishing, "Amelia, you know exactly what I want." To Ifia's accusation, Amelia lightly chuckled, then couldn't help but rub her cheek against Ifia. She adored the little one’s stubbornness. What else could she do when she liked someone so much? She could only spoil her. "Let's make a temporary truce for now. We'll talk again after Saint Tiffany's ritual ends." Amelia's plan was well thought out. When Ifia's damaged soul was successfully restored, she would reveal her demon form to confess her true feelings to Ifia. However, when Ifia heard these words, she looked at Amelia with suspicion, “Really? Don't lie to me, or you'll regret it." "Yes, it's true." Ifia was really very easy to appease. After getting a promise from Amelia, she immediately became cheerful, like a soft and fragrant rice cake she wanted to take a bite out of. After their temporary reconciliation, Ifia became clingy again. However, while the two were getting intimate, there was a different scene outside the door. Since Saint Tiffany had taken a step back, Taromati had been very happy recently, thinking that her genuine feelings had won over the Saint and she had succeeded in winning her over. It was for this reason that she had shown off in front of Aliman. However, being called a fool by Aliman was like a wooden stick hitting her head, waking her up. It restored her previously muddled mind to clarity. Actually, Taromati was not unintelligent, just caught in a dangerous romance, which had turned this normally dispassionate demon into a lovesick fool, completely irrational. She did not want to believe that the Saint could be so cold-hearted towards her. However, Aliman would not lie, which fuelled Taromati's doubts. So now, Taromati decided that she needed to ask for herself. As she was lost in thought, still not aware of her surroundings, she suddenly looked up and saw Saint Tiffany standing silently by the side. Not knowing how long she had been there, or if she had heard... Taromati instinctively tightened her grip, feeling a dryness in her throat, but she would not allow herself to shrink back. "Pevela. Tiffany, do you really like me?" Facing Taromati's pleading gaze, Saint Tiffany smiled gently. She directly and simply replied, "No, I do not."