[Volume 4]: Chapter 64 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Ifia was surprised to turn her head and see someone she recognized. It was Taromati, whom she had met briefly at a private villa before. She had visited specifically, claiming to be Amelia's good friend. However, Amelia had already clarified that they only had a business transaction and were not that close. Yet, Ifia’s memory of Taromati was not just about this, but also because of Taromati's extremely dazzling beauty. Both Taromati and Amelia were tall and beautiful women, but unlike Amelia's aloofness, Taromati exuded a more seductive charm. With just a glance, she could enchant anyone, and every move she made exuded a captivating allure. Her emerald eyes sparkled like precious green gemstones, and her wavy, long hair, combined with her preference for revealing clothing, made it impossible to ignore her presence. Ifia couldn't help but glance at Taromati's attire today, and in the sacred church, she remained true to herself, not changing her dressing style. Though she wore a deep red dress, it was unusually conservative in terms of fabric usage. This led to it not covering much at the top, with a split at the bottom, revealing her bare, slender legs, which were adorned with a green ribbon that left visible marks. It was quite suggestive! Miss Taromati was truly the embodiment of sensuality. But the green ribbon tied around her legs seemed familiar to Ifia. Lost in her thoughts, Ifia's gaze lingered on Taromati's legs, and soon she felt a hand covering her eyes. Due to the familiar sweet fragrance, Ifia was not startled but curiously asked, "Amelia, what's wrong?" While speaking, Ifia raised her hands to grab Amelia's arm, trying to regain her vision. However, like a sturdy tree, Amelia couldn't be swayed. Soon, Amelia leaned in and whispered to Ifia, "Some people are vulgar. It's better not to look." As she spoke, Amelia looked at Taromati with cold, deep purple eyes, exuding a powerful aura that made Taromati's heart ache. This left Taromati speechless and somewhat puzzled. Was Amelia so possessive? Taromati wasn't the one trying to seduce Ifia; it was Ifia who had looked at her first. Was Amelia feeling insecure about her own charms? At this thought, Taromati couldn't help but smile wryly. It was quite amusing to see the cold and aloof demon prince becoming jealous. Unfortunately, being in this world meant she couldn't share this amusing sight with her old friends. As a demon, Taromati also had a strong twisted sense of humor. She couldn't help but let her tongue drift across her lips, thinking about how to make mischief more fun. But before Taromati could continue with her mischievous thoughts, her gaze suddenly met Saint Tiffany standing at the door. She was as sacred as ever, seemingly gentle but actually as indifferent and ruthless as a demon! More heartless than a demon itself! Instantly, all of Taromati's thoughts vanished, leaving only deep resentment. Isn't it said that humans need a secure status to feel safe? Why did Tiffany refuse when it offered to establish a relationship? Did she, Taromati, not meet the standard? Wait a minute, with Ifia staring at her for so long, would Tiffany be angry? Though Saint Tiffany's eyes were covered by a ribbon, it didn't mean she couldn't see anything. She had other methods of sensing her surroundings and pretended not to see to avoid trouble. As Taromati's thoughts quickly changed, she was about to explain herself when Saint Tiffany seemed to sense something. Before Taromati could speak, she invited everyone in. "Please come in." Saint Tiffany's attitude seemed to imply ignoring a certain snake that had 'sneaked out.' This made Taromati feel frustrated, with her mood souring like a wilted flower. Amelia, on the other hand, silently sneered, thinking Taromati finally had to give in! Although Amelia wanted to drive the audacious character away, Taromati's strength and the potential intervention by Saint Tiffany if they engaged in combat made it too arrogant to do so in the church's territory. Their purpose for coming here was to retrieve the Sacred Lotus, but with Taromati around... Considering Ifia's unwavering attention, Amelia felt stifled. After thinking for a moment, Amelia raised her hand and gestured casually. In the next moment, Taromati was forced to change into a modest, conservative black dress and topped it with a thick, long shawl to conceal her curves. If the color of the dress was changed, it would resemble an old-fashioned nun's attire. Taromati rolled her eyes in silence. The occasion wasn't suitable for her to quarrel with this petty person. Her focus was solely on Saint Tiffany, trying to secure a position for herself. Tiffany shouldn't think she could use and then refuse a demon once she was done! While Taromati was resentful, Amelia released her hand and gently guided Ifia into the room, disregarding the visibly affluent items in Saint Tiffany's secluded residence, which were all of high quality. However, unlike the opulence seen in the small church, which was full of gold-made objects, the private abode of the saint was elegantly simple, displaying exquisite taste. The bright roses on the coffee table seemed a bit discordant; Ifia thought daisies might have been more fitting. While Ifia curiously looked around, Amelia was focused on the matter at hand and directly addressed Saint Tiffany, "Saint, I have brought the Sacred Lotus, and I hope you will keep it safe. Although the nurturing of the Sacred Lotus seems foolproof, I must warn you to refrain from any tricks and stick to the plan." "Of course, please stay for a few days. I need assistance in dealing with the Sacred Lotus. Ifia, would you be willing to help me?" "What?!" Ifia's visit was initially just for the ride, and she did not expect to hear a request from the Saint! Ifia was surprised, her eyes widened, looking dazed and cute. Then, she instinctively looked at Amelia, her black eyes showing panic and a desire for outside help. Seeing this, Amelia was tempted to lift her hand and pinch Ifia's soft cheeks. Unfortunately, it wasn't the right time for such an action. Instead, she maintained her composure and nodded to Ifia to indicate her approval.