105 - The Butler Dismissed by the Saintess Couldn’t Possibly Be the Demon Dragon Princess

Chapter 105: The Origins of Silver-Haired Liliane The sound of rushing water gradually subsided. In the mist-filled bathroom, a silver-haired young beauty emerged, donned in only a bathrobe, reminiscent of a water lily coming into bloom. Her shoulders, half-exposed, seemed to tempt a certain dense-headed individual who was oblivious to romance. "Hurry up and get dressed! If you're like this, what will Ian think of us?" The voice of blond Liliane echoed anxiously in her mind. Always taught to be graceful and well-mannered, she never dressed so immodestly. Moreover, the idea of using such attire to entice someone else was absolutely unthinkable for the bashful blond Liliane. "She'll definitely think I'm being incredibly frivolous." "What? Are you jealous and don't want me dressing like this for others to see?" Silver-haired Liliane responded with a tantalizing smile, clearly satisfied with blonde Liliane's reaction. "That's-not it at all! It's just that—you're dressed so improperly." "But if I don't do this, how will we ever get our sister Ian to open up?" Silver-haired Liliane said, deliberately adjusting her robe to reveal more of her alabaster skin. She sauntered across the soft carpet, her bare feet adding touches of lazy allure with each step. "Don't—please don't do this, I'm begging you," Blond Liliane pleaded with tears in her eyes. Hearing her cries, silver-haired Liliane, who was currently in control of their body, froze. Having absorbed all of Liliane’s memories, she naturally understood that tears indicated great sorrow. "Alright, alright, I just can't win with you." Silver-haired Liliane's voice softened with affection. Although she was in charge, she fully respected the original Liliane's wishes. "Such a waste of a perfect opportunity." "Someone as remarkable as Ian is sure to attract a lot of admiration. If you don't make the first move, you won’t stand a chance." Silver-haired Liliane donned the robe properly, covering the alabaster skin, her tone full of mild exasperation. After a moment of silence, blond Liliane spoke softly, "Thank you, regardless." "Thank me? For what?" "Are you going to thank me for not misusing your body?" "Why are you always like this? I just want to thank you for listening to me, unlike those entities in stories that possess others' bodies." "What do you take me for? Don't tell me you think I'm some entity left by that special creature in your body." "Isn't that it?" Blond Liliane was dumbfounded by her response. She couldn’t imagine how the current situation could have resulted otherwise. "Of course not. If that were the case, do you think you'd still be as you are now?" "Those creatures became bloodthirsty due to those essences. What makes you think you’re special, just because of your not-yet-awakened holy bloodline? Don't make me laugh." "Then who are you?" "Do you remember the soul stone you obtained during the Holy Trial?" Silver-haired Liliane explained patiently. "I do, but didn’t that stone vanish after we left the secret realm?" "You’re such a fool. I didn't just disappear; I entered your body because your aura resembles that woman's.” "That woman? You mean Elia?" "Yep. I played my part well, didn’t I? She didn’t notice a thing, just thought your personality changed." "Doesn't feel like you acted at all." "It's late. I have to look for our sister Ian now. Even if you say not to be too forward, a little physical contact is okay, right?" With that, Liliane tied her robe, obscuring her alluring figure. Despite her robe, her silhouette remained captivatingly alluring. Meanwhile, Ian busied herself tidying the lace bedspread, uneasy at the thought of sharing the room tonight with that state of Liliane. "Ian~ I've finished my bath." Silver-haired Liliane’s seductive voice reached Ian's ears. "How can you dress like this?" Ian's voice tightened, quickly averting her gaze as her ears turned a telltale red. "Just finished bathing; it's more comfortable this way." Silver-haired Liliane twirled in front of Ian, the robe's hem lifting to reveal her slender legs. "Doesn't Ian like it?" "How could I possibly like it?" "Really? I thought you might enjoy seeing me like this." In her mind, blond Liliane was nearly screaming, "Stop! Ian clearly finds your behavior troubling!" "Troubling?" Silver-haired Liliane laughed inwardly. "I’d say she's shy. Look how cute her red ears are." "I-I’ll go take a bath now. If you get tired, just sleep. Don't wait for me." After saying this, Ian hurriedly retreated to the bathroom, flustered like a defeated soldier. "I'll be waiting for you." Leaning against the bathroom door, Ian caught her breath, her mind replaying Liliane's actions, which made her blush uncontrollably. "She's just Liliane, how could she act so forward?" Ian splashed cold water on her face, attempting to cool her flushed cheeks. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, silver-haired Liliane lay leisurely on the bed, legs swaying. "You see, Ian clearly likes it~," she boasted internally. "Her stubborn denial is adorable." "Th-that's nonsense!" blond Liliane retorted. "Ian's just too kind to strongly turn you down." "Oh, shall we bet on it then?" The silver-haired girl said slyly, "When she comes out, if I slightly make a move, do you think she’ll reciprocate?” "No way, absolutely not!" "Weren’t you confident about Ian before?" "What’s holding you back now?"