Chapter 84: The Deranged Elven Princess Turns Into Steam Maiden (2)
Looking at the bloody scene outside the truck and then at her hands, she quickly decided to feign amnesia.
"Excuse , sir, do you know… why I’m here?"
Nia timidly lifted her delicate face, cautiously gazing at Shia. Her expression was one of fear, yet her actions were bold.
The two stood close, and Nia leaned in further, intently observing him. The boy’s face was strikingly handso, and his height required her to tilt her head to see him clearly.
With soft black hair and an aura of comforting warmth, Shia was captivating.
Nia moved even closer, sniffing at him like a curious little puppy. She spoke timid words while doing the most daring actions. If Shia had truly been a bad person, she might have been in trouble already. But Nia seed blissfully unaware of how bold she was acting.
Still, she looked at Shia with a timid gaze, waiting for his answer, her mix of innocence and audacity utterly disarming.
“You were kidnapped and brought to this slave market to be sold. I saved you,” Shia said plainly, his tone reflecting a spectator’s detachnt.
Nia blinked, her expression still blank, as though overwheld by the information. After a few seconds, she covered her mouth and let out a surprised gasp.
“Oh? Thank you so much!” she exclaid, her face lighting up with a shy smile.
“Let reintroduce myself. My na is Nia! And really, thank you again!” she said, waving at Shia before turning to leave.
“No need to thank .”
“So, I can leave now, right?” Nia tentatively took a step forward, testing the waters.
Shia smiled and nodded, making no move to stop her.
Really, he’s letting go? So he really is a good person?
Nia bead at Shia before carefully lifting her skirt and avoiding the ss on the ground as she walked away, her figure growing smaller in the distance.
Shia wasn’t worried about his plan failing. Instead, he stood still and began counting silently in his mind.
One, two, three…
When he reached eighteen, he saw Nia’s figure reappear at the far end of the road.
Shia’s smile deepened, entirely unsurprised by this turn of events.
A mont later, Nia stood before him again, her large eyes filled with confusion. This ti, she had co back specifically to ask for directions.
“Excuse , do you know where this place is?”
The adorably clueless princess was utterly lost. Faced with unfamiliar surroundings, she had no choice but to return to the seemingly trustworthy boy she had just t.
“Even if I point you in the right direction, do you have a place to stay tonight?” Shia asked.
Nia’s eyes went blank again. She stood frozen, deep in thought, before honestly shaking her head.
No, she had no idea where she was, let alone a place to stay.
“My house has a cat that can do backflips,” Shia said with a gentle smile, his tone reminiscent of an older brother coaxing a child.
Nia’s reaction was imdiate. Her eyes lit up with excitent.
“A cat that can do backflips?”
Shia nodded, still smiling.
“Since you don’t have anywhere to go, why not stay at my place for the night?”
Nia eagerly nodded, her face brimming with enthusiasm.
“Okay, sure!” she exclaid, looking easily convinced.
anwhile, the “backflipping cat” in question—a certain princess nad Rong—was lounging on the sofa, waiting for Shia to return ho.
Bored out of her mind, she fiddled with her hair, holding strands up to the light streaming through the window. The golden sheen reflected in her hair entertained her briefly, until she heard the sound of the front door opening.
In an instant, Rong flipped over on the sofa, sitting upright with a posture of practiced elegance. Her previously languid expression transford into one of stern seriousness, as though possessed by a different spirit.
A true master of theatrics.
Hearing footsteps approach, she reached for the book beside her, intending to resu her act as a studious beauty. However, her hand paused mid-reach. She sniffed the air, her sharp senses picking up the unfamiliar scent of another woman.
Rong’s eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze toward Shia, who was now walking in with a petite figure trailing behind him.
Golden hair cascaded down to the girl’s ankles, framing a small, delicate face with an adorably confused expression. Her petite stature made her look even smaller next to Shia. Green-patterned stockings accentuated her slender, straight legs, while a white dress added a touch of innocence.
However, it was her ample bosom, utterly disproportionate to her youthful appearance, that stole the show. It seed impossible for her to see her feet when she looked down.
Her long elf ears clearly marked her as a mber of that race.
The mont Rong laid eyes on the newcor, a sense of crisis welled up within her. The pressure was imnse.
Who is this girl? And why is she here with Shia?
Despite her youthful appearance, why is she so… developed?!
Rong didn’t even need to look down to know there was no comparison between her flat chest and the girl’s exaggerated curves. She felt like her title as the Succubus Princess was slipping away.
Her dignity as a succubus was in shambles…
Before the battle had even begun, she felt utterly defeated.
Rong turned her pitiful gaze toward Shia, her eyes brimming with questions.
“This is Nia. She has nowhere to stay, so she’ll be staying with us tonight,” Shia explained, introducing the girl.
Rong stood up, feeling flustered. Her hands fidgeted nervously, wringing together with such force that her fingers turned white.
“Ni… Nia, hello.”
Nia blinked, taking a mont to respond before offering an elegant greeting.
“Hello. What’s your na?”
Rong’s face turned bright red.
“R-Rong,” she mumbled, her voice barely audible.
After a long day, Shia felt dusty and tired. As he headed towar d the bathroom, he called out,
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