[Volume 4]: Chapter 118 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Saint Tiffany did not expect to be seen through at a glance! She remained composed, her thoughts hidden behind the green ribbon covering her eyes. She had no intention of admitting anything, opting for a perfectly timed look of surprise instead. "Baroness, what are you talking about?" Absolutely cannot let Baron Amelia find out! Otherwise, not only her, even Ifia would not be able to escape. Even if she has to inform Ifia of the truth, it must be done in a safe setting. However, Amelia did not intend to tangle with Saint Tiffany. She had no patience for someone who wanted to take the little one away. "Saint, don't waste our time, stop your dangerous thoughts and be a respected saint in the church!" Amelia's words crushed Saint Tiffany's hope. However, after hearing the authoritarian words, Saint Tiffany clenched her fists, knowing that she could no longer hide her true feelings. Taking a step forward, the dimly lit basement couldn't hide her radiance. "I may not know exactly what happened to Ifia, but her soul's original form is that of an angel. It's clear that Ifia is a kind person, and I cannot stand by and watch her be entangled by demons." "Entangled by demons?" Amelia felt like laughing. Who is the clingy one after all? Although she wanted to let the little one have a listen and then speak, it was not a good time. Just after the mending of Ifia's fragmented soul, she needed some time to stabilize and adapt. It was best not to be stimulated during this period for better recovery. However, this blind saint was too stubborn. Since learning of Ifia's angelic soul, she saw Ifia as one of their own, while she saw herself as the villain forcefully seizing her, thus necessitating caution. It's meddling in things between her and Ifia that don't need other people's intervention in the slightest. "Just you? Just an outsider!" Amelia coldly chuckled. As she spoke, an invisible hand grabbed Saint Tiffany by the throat, lifting her into the air, leaving her unable to struggle. Rapidly losing oxygen and feeling the dull pain in her neck, Saint Tiffany could only feel as if her chest was being crushed by a boulder. Losing the ability to breathe, flashes of light constantly flickered in her mind, making her lose consciousness. Nevertheless, even so, Amelia did not retract her magic. The consequence of blind fury was Amelia's uncontrollable anger, wanting to ruthlessly kill the other without a second thought. After all, Ifia was by her side, she didn't need the saint's help at all. Thinking this, Amelia was even more ruthless later on, intending to snap Saint Tiffany's neck and leave her body in the basement. However, just as Amelia was about to act on her impulse, a small green snake suddenly darted out from the corner. The snake opened its huge mouth and bit into the black magic hand, swiftly severing it into two pieces, saving the near-dead Saint Tiffany just in time. The killing intent was interrupted by a small snake, causing Amelia to furrow her brows. She sneered disdainfully at the green snake, "Taromati, I thought you left?" As she spoke, Amelia's killing intent did not diminish. The broken magic hand quickly recovered, ready to try again without giving up until the target was achieved. Ethereal silver hair fell without a breeze, crimson eyes shining like transparent crystals. Her stunning face bore no smile, an expressionless visage that made one's heart tremble involuntarily. However, the green snake that thwarted the attack did not speak, steadfastly standing in front of Saint Tiffany, preventing Amelia from harming her. Seeing this, Amelia was almost amused. Yesterday, she thought she didn't see Taromati return. It turned out this rascal was sneaking around in the corner. Clearly, not too long ago, Taromati was a flirtatious playboy, the kind who broke hearts and attracted countless demons. Now, she's defeated by a saint? What goes around comes around. Taromati's arrival diminished Amelia's murderous intent. She couldn't be bothered to act again and simply took Ifia out of the basement, ignoring the others. Ifia was rendered unconscious due to Amelia blocking her auditory senses. When Amelia laid Ifia on the bedroom bed, the little one still didn't wake up, causing her to lean in and kiss Ifia's forehead, unable to hide her affection for Ifia from Saint Tiffany. Amelia would not allow Saint Tiffany to 'prematurely' reveal the truth. This was just a warning. If there's a next time, even if Taromati intervenes again, she will kill the saint. "Why are you still here, Taromati?" After Amelia left, Saint Tiffany coughed a few times and 'looked' in the direction ahead, her holy face silent. Baroness Amelia's murderous intent was not concealed at all. Saint Tiffany naturally knew that the other party had not held back. She truly wanted to kill her... If it weren’t for Taromati, she would probably be dead by now. Grateful, yes, but her and Taromati were not on the same page. Instead of feeling remorse later, it would be better to sever ties now. Yesterday, seeing Taromati leave so despondently, she thought she wouldn't see her again. Who knew she was hiding beside her. One couldn't help but acknowledge that this was quite like Taromati's style, always so shameless. Seeing that she could no longer hide, Taromati did not revert to her true form. Still in the form of a small snake, she slithered on the ground, speaking with a sulky tone. "Tiffany, even if you're cruel to me, I still can't let go of you." Even Taromati didn't know why she was being so devoted. Just one night without seeing Saint Tiffany, and it felt like her heart couldn't beat. No matter what she did, Saint Tiffany's figure was in her mind, haunting her. So, with a keen yearning, Taromati sneaked back. She meant to take a look and leave, but she ended up encountering Saint Tiffany infuriating Ahriman, the big jealous pot. It's fortunate that she came, otherwise, Saint Tiffany would have died today! It's really lucky! She almost lost Tiffany! "Taromati, there's no need for this. We can't be together." "Who says we can't? I haven't forced you to betray anyone. Is it really not okay for you to accept my presence by your side?" Taromati tried to retreat, using the harshest tone but speaking the most cowardly words. Still caught in the shadow of Saint Tiffany's death, Taromati made a decision. Perhaps, this was retribution for her past unfaithful ways. She was going to spend the rest of her life fixated on Saint Tiffany.