What on earth is that girl planning...
Yvonne's head was covered in black lines,
Elsa, looking excited, called the children together, seemingly plotting sothing. It was obvious she was up to no good.
Nevermind, I'll deal with her later.
Since they decided to stay, she needed to take care of things at hand.
"Excuse , Sister, is there a larger stable nearby?"
Holding the reins, Yvonne patted Sphinx, who let out a low growl, to calm him,
He's run all day and is tired too. She needed to settle this child for a good rest for a few days.
"Ah, there is an abandoned stable in the monastery's backyard..."
Fortunately, Sister Delia was an agreeable person. As soon as Yvonne asked, she smiled and gestured to lead the way.
"This way, please."
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This old monastery serving as a relief agency looked quite aged.
Due to years of disrepair, there were mottled stones falling off the walls, and the stone pillars supporting the main structure were covered in black stains,
On the way, Delia suddenly initiated conversation:
"By the way, it seems that child has caused you trouble."
"...Do you an Dorothy?"
Yvonne touched her hair, pondering how to answer:
"It's fine, within my capacity to handle."
This honest answer unexpectedly made the Sister laugh. She covered her mouth and giggled, then her gaze beca distant, as if recalling the past,
"I was also very surprised at the ti, that child... had finally passed the selection to enter the Magic Academy in the royal capital, but just before school started, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on running off to such a distant place..."
Speaking of this, Delia held her forehead, sowhat troubled.
"But... seeing Miss Yvonne, I feel relieved."
Sister Delia, walking in front leading the way, smiled slightly and turned towards her.
Yvonne was stunned for a mont.
In her smile, she seed to see Elsa's shadow.
Probably influenced by her, that's why she beca that kind of personality.
"Miss Yvonne is a good child. With Elsa together with you, I can rest assured."
Hearing such words, she felt very uneasy.
"...I may not be as good to her as you imagine."
Yvonne unconsciously clenched her hand.
"My, my, I'm very good at judging people, you know."
Delia smiled lightly, her pale gray eyes curved into a beautiful shape,
From the way that child looks at her, she could understand, she is the person Elsa has been seeking all along.
"...Is that so?"
"Yes, indeed."
Delia could see that a noble and pure soul fire was burning within this young lady's body.
"We're here."
The stable was empty, but unexpectedly clean. As long as they brought so straw bales from the woodshed to spread out, it could be used.
"By the way... can this child eat horse grass?"
Delia didn't seem afraid of the swift dragon with its sharp teeth. Her face was full of curiosity, just like a child.
"...Swift dragons are carnivorous, eggs are also fine."
"My, my~ As it happens, soone from town sent a lot of eggs. I'll bring so over later."
She said with a smile,
"Leave the rest to . It's getting late, Miss Yvonne should rest early too, right?"
"...Yes, then I'll trouble you."
The sky had already darkened. In this situation, it was too late to continue traveling. There were no special plans for the sumr vacation, and seeing Elsa's attitude, she seed to intend to stay for a few days, so Yvonne could only stay along.
"The weather is very nice today, so the moon is beautiful too..."
Sister Delia looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky and said with a smile,
The silver moonlight poured into the courtyard, clear and transparent.
"Ah—"
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew towards them, accidentally blowing off Sister Delia's headdress.
"It's alright, I caught it."
Standing behind, Yvonne stood on tiptoe and reached out, finally catching the flying headdress before it was blown away,
"Sister... your... hair??"
However, just as she was about to return the headdress to Delia, she looked up and saw the scene before her, dumbfounded.
Under the moonlight, Sister Delia's hair seed to absorb the moonlight, changing from its original flaxen color to a dazzling silver.
"Oh my... you've seen it by accident."
Lowering her hands that were still trying to hide sothing, the silver-haired sister put her index finger to her lips, her smile revealing a trace of bitterness.
"This, please keep it a secret from that child."
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Although not large in area, it was a complete theological building, truly a case of small but complete.
The corridors connected the main buildings together. The central area was the most important facility, the church used for daily prayers, with a stone statue of the Earth Goddess inside.
The west side was the guest reception hall and courtyard, with a gatehouse controlling the only exit to the outside public courtyard. The sisters' rooms were in the building on the east side, with a dedicated small classroom, bathroom, and dining area.
There was no hot water here, but fortunately it was sumr now, so washing with cold water wasn't too stimulating,
After a simple wash, Yvonne lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
That silver hair was clearly a characteristic of the demon race.
There wasn't much information available to players about this sister. Yvonne only knew that the monastery was the initial location for triggering the demon race plot.
But... she never expected...
Really never expected that Sister Delia would actually be of the demon race!!
—The ga never ntioned this!! Is this a foreshadowing for later, or a hidden plot?
However, she had heard that demons would naturally attract each other,
In that case... the second male lead, the Demon King's heir, being injured and collapsing at the door of this church to be picked up by the protagonist later wasn't purely for plot needs and coincidence.
There were probably deeper reasons behind this.
"What's wrong, Evie? Your brows are furrowed so tightly?"
Wearing the white nun-style robe as pajamas, Elsa crawled onto her bed, tilting her head to look at her.
"............"
Rembering the sister's request to keep it a secret, Yvonne's heart beca even more tangled.
It seed she didn't know about this.
The person who raised her for many years was actually of the demon race...
"I'm sorry, Evie..."
She hesitated, then suddenly spoke.
"What's with the sudden apology?"
"Because... the conditions here are much worse than where we lived in Erald Port, right? You must feel very uncomfortable..."
After all, Yvonne was born into nobility. Making her stay in such a place with herself was too much of an imposition.
Elsa lowered her head, twisting her fingers, feeling extrely guilty for her selfish request.
However... indeed, it was sowhat inferior.
Yvonne glanced around.
The ceiling was covered in mold and had cracks. If it rained, who knows if it would leak. The bed was also a hard wooden plank bed without a soft mattress, probably not very comfortable to sleep on.
However, Yvonne didn't actually mind,
Compared to the days of being imprisoned, Yvonne felt more at ease being together with her like this now.
So the good or bad conditions didn't matter.
"I'll clean it up well! Give
so ti, this place will beco comfortable soon!"
Saying this, she was like a little horse breaking free from its reins, ready to jump out of bed to clean.
"Are you trying to exhaust yourself?! Stop right there—"
She reached out and grabbed Elsa's wrist, holding back this little horse's reins,
"But..."
"As long as we can sleep, it's fine. I'm not complaining about this."
Yvonne was very helpless. This girl seed to have an inexhaustible power plant in her chest, always able to burst out with endless enthusiasm.
She was also very tired today. After arriving, she had been using magic to help the relief agency with cleaning and laundry, seeming to want to share so of Sister Delia's work. Yvonne had also helped with cleaning using wind magic. With their joint efforts, the church quickly beca spotlessly clean, but using magic for a long ti was quite exhausting.
Even a magical genius couldn't possess unlimited magical power.
"...Then what is it because of?"
Seeing her innocent face, Yvonne beca irritated.
It's all because of this troubleso girl that I'm so worried!!
Yvonne thought angrily, unconsciously reaching out to pinch her cheeks and pull them apart,
"Uwiii—"
Elsa was startled by Yvonne's sudden action, letting out a high-pitched scream.
"Gumu, is this bullying?"
With her cheeks grabbed, her speech beca unclear, which was sowhat amusing.
"It's not."
I just simply wanted to vent a little.
Rub— rub rub— rub rub rub!
But... it feels so good.
This girl's face was soft like mochi, feeling very moldable. The texture was excellent, so Yvonne couldn't help but pinch a few more tis,
"It hurts~ It hurts, Evie—"
Pinched until sore and aching, she finally began to beg for rcy,
"Hmph..."
Only when she saw her about to cry from her pinching did Yvonne reluctantly stop.
After she let go, Elsa actively grasped her hand and pressed her face against it.
"Just touching is fine, you know."
Her hand pressed against her elastic skin, her fingertips imdiately feeling the soft sensation.
"For Evie, you can touch as long as you want."
Saying such problematic lines, she looked at Yvonne with a dreamy gaze, then moved Yvonne's hand to caress her soft cheeks.
...This girl.
Her neck reflexively swallowed.
This cunning appearance made one couldn't help but doubt if her earlier begging was all just an act.
"So... no bullying today?"
Because she wasn't bullied, she looked sowhat disappointed,
"...How much do you want
to bully you?"
With her hand held, Yvonne couldn't help but retort with a red face.
"Hmm..."
Elsa tilted her head, thought for a mont, then said with a very bright expression:
"Why not bully
for a lifeti?"
"Dream on."
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