Chapter 356: 355 Modo… Modo…!
“Click…”
In the faint sound, a room’s door was nearly silently opened.
The Foxman Saintess peeked her head out from the room, her expression brimming with vigilance.
Under the watchful eyes of the Foxman Saintess, the living room outside the room was fully visible to her.
And so, the Foxman Saintess saw such a scene.
“Please open your mouth, Miss Jade.”
A stunningly beautiful maid was holding a bowl and, with a voice devoid of ups and downs, was feeding a cute little girl.
“Ah~~~”
The adorable little girl obediently opened her mouth to receive the soup spoon brought before her and consud a spoonful of soup-infused at. She then puffed up her little cheeks and chewed slowly.
Beside the pair of girls was a man who was yawning, busily cutting into a steak with his cutlery.
“Eating sothing so heavy so early in the morning, isn’t that not too good?”
While he muttered this, his actions didn’t show the slightest hesitation; he gulped down the steak bite after bite, eating faster than anyone else.
The Foxman Saintess was not without understanding of his apparent disdain yet honest appetite.
After all, even from where she stood, she could sll the wafting aroma that was tempting and irresistible.
(“Ah, it slls so good…”)
The Foxman Saintess was sure that such fragrant delicacies must be incredibly delicious.
In front of such exquisite food, even the pickiest of eaters would probably find themselves unable to resist and would devour it completely.
The Foxman Saintess felt an urge to rush out and feast happily.
But she restrained herself.
The people before her were all known to the Foxman Saintess.
There was no need to ntion Jade; the Foxman Saintess had known of her existence from the start.
Lasha had also been observed by the Foxman Saintess during Jeliteli prayers.
As for Shane, it needn’t be said; he was nearly at fault for unraveling the Temple’s sealing.
That is to say, these people before her were no different from enemies to the Foxman Saintess.
(“I really have been taken captive…”)
She was overwheld by gravity.
The pressure was imnse.
Since her birth, people from the Priest Group had always been by her side, never had she been as isolated as now, alone and captured by the enemy.
For the Foxman Saintess, who had never acted alone, this was undeniably a highly pressured situation.
Under such circumstances, she had to face a group of powerful enemies by herself, even confronting Jade, which made the Foxman Saintess feel an urge to cry.
(“Wuwu, I can’t do this anymore…!”)
The Foxman Saintess lanted inwardly.
Perhaps due to never having been alone since her childhood, the Foxman Saintess was unexpectedly timid.
With the Priest Group by her side, she could stand tall, displaying the Holy Daughter’s dignity, but once alone, she felt extrely insecure.
Have you ever encountered a young girl who, for fear of the dark, couldn’t sleep alone?
That was her.
Have you seen a girl who screams in fear during thunderstorms?
That was her.
No one knew this side of the Foxman Saintess; only those who had accompanied her since childhood were privy to it.
Therefore, for the Foxman Saintess, the current situation was truly worriso.
(“Will I be imprisoned till death?”)
(“Those delicious-looking foods, surely there’s none for , right?”)
(“What do they intend to do by capturing ?”)
(“And… were my clothes changed by that human male…?”)
(“What will they do to next?”)
Wuwu, how worriso…
The Foxman Saintess couldn’t help but imagine various tragic futures, causing her timid nature to gradually surface.
While the Foxman Saintess was absorbed in her thoughts, Shane and the others were still enjoying their al.
“Co, have another bite, Miss Jade.”
“Ah~~~”
“…Hey, I want to ‘Ah~~~’ too. Can I have a bite?”
“Next, please eat these vegetables, Miss Jade.”
“Ah~~~”
“Ignoring …!?”
The group of three continued to dine and jest right in front of the Foxman Saintess.
To tell the truth, such a scene made the Foxman Saintess feel envious.
(“I can never eat with others at the sa table…”)
Because of her sacred status, the Beastman Race’s Holy Daughter would hardly ever dine with others.
The Priest Group was the sa; they would discreetly take turns eating only after the Holy Daughter had finished her al.
So, the Foxman Saintess actually envied those who could happily eat together.
But…
(“Now is not the ti to think about this!”)
I needed to gather my courage and sneak away while they were unaware.
(“After eting up with Oz and Mafi, I’ll co back here to retrieve the ‘Half Body.'”)
The Foxman Saintess resolved herself to do so.
Unfortunately…
“How about we add a dish to our al?”
Shane, who was in the midst of eating, suddenly suggested such an idea.
“If Mr. Xi’en desires it.” Lasha paused in her feeding and coolly said, “Then, may I ask what you would like to have?”
“Let think.” Shane’s lips curved into a smile before he blurted out, “Fox at, I suppose. I’ve never had fox at before.”
Upon hearing this, the Foxman Saintess, who had been about to sneak out of the room, froze.
“…Mr. Xi’en wants to eat fox at?”
Lasha fell silent for a while before asking such a question.
“Yeah, it’s quite nice, right?”
Shane responded with a grin.
“Yes, it’s quite nice,” Lasha said indifferently. “I know how to cook it and how to remove the musky and fishy taste of foxes, but fox at seems a bit hard to find.”
Upon hearing this, Shane revealed a big smile.
The Foxman Saintess then saw that smile.
And that smile made her shudder involuntarily, with a surge of fear welling up in her heart.
(Could he… possibly…!?)
The Foxman Saintess couldn’t help but gaze at Shane.
And as she stared, sothing terrifying happened to the Foxman Saintess.
Shane, knowing when to turn his head, looked in the direction of the Foxman Saintess with a smile on his face and said this:
“Look, isn’t the at right here?”
It was self-evident whom he was referring to.
“Bang!”
The previously quietly opened door was suddenly knocked open forcefully, creating a loud noise.
The Foxman Saintess could no longer restrain herself. She rushed out of the room in panic and ran outside.
However…
“Thud!”
“Ouch…!”
Accompanied by the sound of a collision, the Foxman Saintess felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, as if sothing had appeared and then she had run headlong into it. Amidst seeing stars, she fell to the ground.
When the Foxman Saintess’s vision cleared up, she found soone standing in front of her.
Who could it be?
Without a doubt — that was the devil.
“Good morning, Holy Maiden.”
Shane looked down at the Foxman Saintess sitting on the ground, his face very amiable.
However, the Foxman Saintess nearly let out a cry of despair.
Even though his face was friendly, the Foxman Saintess always felt that the way he looked at her was not as if he was looking at a person, but more like looking at a piece of at.
This made the Foxman Saintess cover her small mouth, looking absolutely terrified.
Yet, the expression of the other party beca even more amiable.
“Did you sleep well last night?”
The devil uttered a low hum, making the fox at about to beco a dish nod tearfully.
“Would you like to take a bath first?”
The devil kept on humming lowly, making the fox at envision itself being boiled in a hot pot, thus shaking its head desperately.
“Are you hungry yet? Do you want to eat sothing first?”
The low hum of the devil had turned into a seductive temptation.
The fox at really wanted to agree.
But, she couldn’t help but doubt whether the other party wanted to fatten her up before cooking her.
So, the fox at shook its head even more desperately, almost bursting into tears.
And looking at the Foxman Saintess sitting on the ground with tearful eyes and quivering lips, Shane just wanted to say one word.
“Ah…”
That was a sound of ecstasy.
This was not good, not good at all.
But he couldn’t help it, who made the other party so cute? Cute enough to make Shane feel like sothing had awakened inside him?
“I’ll give you the chance to say one thing,” Shane said, his face turning from amiability to sothing brimming with malevolence. “Co, tell , what do you most want to say right now?”
What did she most want to say?
Wasn’t it obvious?
“Don’t… don’t eat …!”
The girl finally let her tears overflow.
“Give a reason.”
Shane didn’t feel the slightest pity for her; instead, he felt as if his soul had ascended, making him want to caress… caress… her more and more!
And the feeble Foxman Saintess fully satisfied him.
“I… I don’t taste good at all…!”
The girl gave the answer that Shane found the most cliché, but also the one he most wanted to hear.
Her face, tear-stained and trembling as she claid she “didn’t taste good,” was truly endearing.
“No good, I really want a taste now…”
Shane successfully discovered a new fetish.
Until…
“Gurgle…!”
Shane suddenly let out a pained noise.
Because Lasha appeared before Shane, inserting a fork with a piece of at directly into his mouth.
“Alright, you’ve had your fun, Mr. Shane, can you calm down now?”
Lasha said this with a face full of indifference.
Shane, however, did not manage to reply.
All he could do was cover his throat, rolling on the ground, groaning in pain while nearby, Miss Jade picked up a fork, squatted beside Shane, and poked him repeatedly with it.
Lasha then approached the Foxman Saintess.
“I apologize, my master seems to have been too impolite,” Lasha said calmly. “Can you stand up?”
Upon hearing this, the Foxman Saintess stared blankly at Lasha.
“Don’t worry,” Lasha watched her, her tone unchanged, yet she said so: “You’ll be fine.”
This statent made the eyes of the Foxman Saintess look at Lasha differently.
They looked as if they were gazing at a savior.
By the ti Shane had finally eased a bit, swallowing the piece of at in his throat, he saw the Foxman Saintess, who was being helped up by Lasha, looking at her admiringly.
“Can I call you Big Sister?”
The Foxman Saintess said, blushing, to Lasha.
“…”
Lasha fell silent.
Shane was confused.
“What the hell?”
Wasn’t the developnt of this plot a bit off?
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