[Volume 4]: Chapter 82 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

The sudden assault of the vine of misfortune approached aggressively. However, before the vine could strike Ifia, it was promptly cleaved by Amelia's sword, instantly losing its attack power and falling to the ground. - The vine, about the size of a palm, landed not far from Ifia's feet, twisting and struggling like a green worm. It was only at this moment that Ifia, with a sense of lingering fear, stepped back a few paces. Phew. (She almost lost herself. She was almost struck down by the vine! Thankfully, Amelia was there to shield her from the blow. Otherwise, considering the speed and force with which the vine was swung, she might have been spun into the sky like a top... Thinking of this, Ifia seethed with anger! If that had happened, what would become of her image! Looking at the still writhing vine, Ifia let go of Amelia's hand, took a few steps forward, and viciously stomped on it, wanting to squash the nuisance with all her might. But as she lifted her foot to crush it, Ifia found the vine to be exceptionally tough. Even with all her strength, she couldn't squish it; it maintained its form, and the writhing force made her unable to stand firmly and caused her to sway. Thankfully, Amelia had anticipated this and was waiting nearby, reaching out just in time to support Ifia and prevent her from embarrassing herself by stumbling. "Amelia, this vine of misfortune is so annoying!" Unable to vent her frustration, Ifia felt thoroughly despondent and then turned to Amelia, seeking assistance! She might not be able to handle it, but Amelia could! She refused to believe nobody could deal with this vine of misfortune. (*) Seeing Ifia's sullen expression, Amelia’s purple eyes flashed with a glint of cunning. She had been thinking of ways to get Ifia to care for the cursed vine for seven days. After all, any ordinary person would refuse to nurture a magical plant. But Ifia, despite being a bit foolish, sometimes showed remarkable shrewdness. She had a natural alertness, like a small animal. Surely, she would refuse. Thankfully, there were loopholes to exploit. For example, when Ifia was angry, her rationality temporarily vanished. So, it was a perfect opportunity that willingly presented itself. Thinking all this, Amelia maintained a calm expression and looked at Ifia with tenderness, smiling as she explained, "Magical plants are not like ordinary ones. Besides their offensive capabilities, their defensive capabilities are also remarkable. "Ordinary attacks cannot harm them unless something special is used, like the substance added to my sword during its forging, which allows it to effortlessly sever the vine. Upon hearing that Amelia's sword could easily deal with the vine of misfortune, Ifia's eyes lit up, thinking that she didn't necessarily need Amelia to do it, she could do it herself. It would be even more satisfying to take revenge personally! "Unfortunately, Ifia, you cannot use it." However, as Ifia was eagerly about to try, Amelia let out a regretful sigh. As Ifia's eyes fell on the sword in Amelia's hand, she found that it was no different from an ordinary sword, apart from the intricately carved hilt and the embedded tiny gemstones, as well as a sharper and more radiant blade. Puzzled, she tilted her head, then looked back to Amelia, her black eyes filled with questions, seemingly asking why she couldn't use it. Amelia smiled and turned her wrist, reversing the sword's handle, and then handed it to Ifia. "Why don't you try?" Despite her words, Amelia did not release her grip immediately. She pressed the sword down into the ground, burying the blade. Once Ifia nodded swiftly, Amelia let go, leaving the sword standing firmly in place for Ifia to use. Seeing this, Ifia couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then earnestly prepared to extract the sword. She had assumed that it would be easy, especially after watching Amelia gently bury it in the ground. However, after struggling to pull it out for some time to no avail, Ifia realized that there were significant differences between people. At least, she couldn’t pull out Amelia's sword. No matter how hard she tried, it was futile. Ifia was like a feeble rabbit trying to free a giant radish – she craved it but lacked the strength, leaving her red-faced, panting for breath, and feeling powerless. (> #) What kind of sword was this? So heavy! After persistently trying for a while, Ifia ultimately chose to concede. She really couldn't move it... After experiencing failure, Ifia looked up with a resentful gaze at Amelia. Her puffed-up expression was truly adorable, like a pufferfish. So cute. Amelia smiled, pulled at Ifia's fuzzy hat, candidly explained, “This special material added to the sword makes it extremely heavy, but with a special scabbard, its weight can be temporarily sealed so it becomes like an ordinary sword.” "At this point, even several strong men together would be unable to lift the sword." "So, Ifia, you needn’t be disappointed. The result would have been the same for anyone else." Fine then! Even though Amelia didn't say it plainly, Ifia could read between the lines – she was "uncommonly talented". She, an ordinary person, shouldn't dwell too much on it. Losing interest in Amelia’s sword, Ifia looked back at the still writhing vine, already contemplating having Amelia cut it into eight pieces to vent her frustration. It didn’t necessarily have to be her to do it. Although it would lessen her enjoyment. But revenge was the priority! "However, if you wish to deal with this vine personally, Ifia, there is another way." "What way!" While Ifia was internally convincing herself, she quickly heard about another method, causing her to immediately look at Amelia, her cute little face filled with anticipation. Amelia didn't keep her in suspense, “If you carry this vine, it will affect your consciousness, but as long as your willpower is strong, it will have no effect.” “Even if it does affect your consciousness, it won't have any serious repercussions, just a slight change in character. If worn for more than seven days, it will lose its defensive power, and by then, it could be severed even with a simple dagger." After speaking, Amelia smiled and continued, "However, this method is slow, so I might as well just cut it to pieces directly! After all, Ifia, your willpower isn't that strong, and "Me, weak-willed? Who says that! It's actually super strong!” She insisted on being tenacious, instantly coming up with a retort. Although Ifia didn't think the vine of misfortune was anything fun, she felt no fear in hearing that wearing it wouldn’t endanger her life, just slightly affect her character - the lure of taking revenge personally was irresistible, and she simply couldn't refuse. To prevent Amelia from refusing, Ifia quickly picked up the "writhing" vine and smacked it against her wrist, instantly halting its movement and wrapping it neatly into a circle, securely fixed in place. Upon seeing it, it resembled a black bracelet – just a bit ugly. "Amelia, let me show you my willpower...” After bragging a little, Ifia proudly raised her chin, about to say something before freezing in place the next second. The side effects of the vine of misfortune had taken effect.