[Volume 4]: Chapter 117 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Due to Ifia’s damaged soul, the shadow above her head fails to materialize. However, this doesn't hinder it from appearing as it should. On seeing Ifia's soul in the form of a golden-haired, golden-eyed being with wings, Saint Tiffany was stunned, frozen in place. How... how is this possible? Ifia is just an ordinary human, so why is her soul in the form of an angel? Saint Tiffany, devoted to the God of Light and gifted with innate insight, though never actually encountering angels, was familiar with divine beings. Therefore, she would not mistake Ifia’s true soul. Indeed, Ifia is an angel! Could it be that the Archdemon's special treatment of Ifia is due to the demon's innate desire to toy with angels? At the thought of this, Saint Tiffany immediately became agitated. As the earthly emissary of the divine, she couldn’t simply watch as Ifia, with her angelic essence, remained in the dark and was played with by the demon. Even if it meant risking death, she had to let Ifia know the truth and escape quickly! In contrast to Saint Tiffany's panic, Amelia silently watched the apparition. Like an angel fallen to earth, with a delicately beautiful face emanating purity, a pair of golden eyes blinked innocently. As her white wings fluttered, her golden locks billowed. Her otherworldly charm was captivating. Not to mention that the demon, known for their fondness of angels, couldn’t help but be moved. However, Amelia was used to seeing Ifia with black hair and dark eyes, and now, seeing her with golden hair and eyes, it felt somewhat jarring. Despite having the same face, no matter how beautiful the angel might be, she was not as lovely as her Ifia. "Saint, let's continue with the ritual," Amelia expressed, suppressing her displeasure, addressing Saint Tiffany, seemingly lost in thought, wanting to repair Ifia’s damaged soul quickly to prevent any mishaps. So far, everything had proceeded smoothly. Hopefully, it would continue this way. Upon hearing Amelia's urging, Saint Tiffany didn’t waste any time and continued to pick up the small white bowl, using her fingers to dab the liquid inside and draw patterns on Ifia's forehead. Each time Saint Tiffany's fingers touched Ifia's forehead, Ifia's consciousness would blur for a moment, and the shadow above her head would gradually solidify. Her radiant golden hair shimmered in the dimly lit underground chamber, outshining even the golden patterns on the circular altar! The ritual to mend the fractured soul wasn’t complex, but it required Saint Tiffany's undivided attention. If there were any minor mistakes in her drawings, the special ritual would come to an end, failing. Saint Tiffany had considered the option of messing up the soul-repairing ritual directly. However, considering the difficulty of gathering the special materials, it wasn’t fair to Ifia. Especially after successfully mending her damaged soul, Ifia would no longer be plagued by physical weakness. Whatever the Archdemon had in mind had nothing to do with Ifia! Therefore, Saint Tiffany proceeded with the ritual even more nervously and diligently than before, not due to a forced threat from the demon, but out of willing help. Though she didn’t know why Ifia's soul was that of an angel, it was evident from this that Ifia's kindness was beyond doubt. In Saint Tiffany's highly tense state, she calmly made the final stroke and waited for her finger to lift. Then she saw Ifia's body emanating a dazzling golden light. The radiance grew increasingly intense, painfully blinding the eyes, rendering them unable to open. As the light gradually dissipated, the shadow above Ifia's head had solidified entirely, floating in mid-air with no distinguishable difference from the real person. As the ritual came to an end, the shadow returned to Ifia's body. The next moment, Ifia wasn’t dazed; she immediately opened her eyes. It was the familiar black eyes of Amelia. Her eyes were now as limpid as a spring. Ifia wasn’t aware of what had just happened, but she felt remarkably relaxed. It felt as if a vegetative person for ten years suddenly gained mobility. Although a slight exaggeration, the sensation was extremely refreshing! (*) Ifia's mood became joyful with the change in her physical condition, prompting her to look toward Amelia, eager to share her good mood. However, she didn't dare to move as she wasn’t sure if the ritual was over. Thankfully, Saint Tiffany quickly informed her, "Ifia, the ritual is over." Meeting Saint Tiffany's slightly excited gaze, Ifia restrained her impulse to scratch her head, nodded at Saint Tiffany, and then happily ran toward Amelia like an excited puppy. She enthusiastically exclaimed, "Amelia, I feel so light and comfortable now! I could run around the house ten times!" As she spoke, catching Amelia off guard, Ifia leaped onto her. With a smile on her face, she playfully reached out and clung to Amelia, displaying an affectionate demeanor. Amused, Amelia embraced Ifia, preventing her from falling, and then affectionately nuzzled her cheek. “Really? Then let’s test your endurance tonight!” "... Hearing Amelia's words, Ifia was momentarily stunned, doubting Amelia's sincerity. But she had evidence!!! Even if she was being mocked, she wasn’t afraid. Ifia remembered that Amelia had promised to give a definite answer after the ritual ended. As for who would confess first... Even if it wasn’t now, waiting for a few more days wouldn’t be an issue. After all, Ifia was certain that Amelia held affection for her, especially after the passionate kiss this morning. Yes, it was that morning's kiss at the restaurant that confirmed it for Ifia! Not only did she not harbor ill intentions toward Amelia, but she was also sure that Amelia reciprocated her feelings! Knowing this result, Ifia became carefree. What did she have to fear? Hehe, she'd just wait for Amelia to confess to her. So, Ifia naturally bypassed the stage of friendship between the two and embraced the role of a lover, not feeling out of place at all. All that was left was a public confession ceremony. "Apologies for interrupting, Miss Baron. Ifia now needs stability post the effective ritual. Please keep your distance to prevent any accidents," Saint Tiffany spoke up silently as Ifia was about to be affectionate with Amelia. Ifia suddenly realized that there were others present, her expression stiffening. She quickly let go and stepped back from Amelia. Oh no, this was so embarrassing; how could she forget that Saint Tiffany was still there! While Saint Tiffany's words had an underlying meaning that Ifia couldn't understand, Amelia immediately grasped it. Keep her distance to prevent her magic from affecting Ifia. If Saint Tiffany could be a bit more convincing, maybe Ifia would have believed her. Amelia's lips curved into a wry smile. She pulled Ifia into her arms, then used her magic to block their hearing before addressing Saint Tiffany. "Saint, what do you want? After regretting, are you ready to inform Ifia of my true identity?"