Chapter 188 : Meanie…

With the end of their conversation about how many people would go to the Demon King’s castle, the fingertips combing through Milly’s hair also came to a stop.

“Done.”

If it were still early, perhaps she would have considered properly styling Milly’s hair and giving her a new look.

However, since it was already quite late, simply drying her hair and giving it a basic comb-through was enough for now.

Her fingertips hooked one last strand of hair.

Looking at the silky strands resting against her fingers, an unconscious smile curled the corners of Stacy’s lips.

She would just have to give her a proper hairstyle tomorrow morning.

With that thought, Stacy released her fingers, and Milly hopped down from her lap.

“It’s getting late today. I… I’ll go look around the Church; there should still be some empty rooms available.”

Stacy turned and left the dressing room, seemingly going out to ask the nuns about empty rooms.

Milly touched her long hair behind her head.

It was completely dry without a single trace of moisture left, though the process had been much slower compared to the other Stacy, who could dry it with a single snap of her fingers.

However, the process of having her hair combed was quite comfortable.

At least for Milly, having someone else groom her long hair was still a rather novel experience.

But since it was her own hair, always relying on others wasn’t very good.

She would find some time later to learn a bit of magic.

Learning a few spells related to daily life skills would be enough.

As for the combat side of things, she temporarily couldn’t add any points there, as her abilities were currently locked tight by the seal left by that old fool.

Having just taken off the bath towel draped over her body, Milly picked up the undergarments placed to the side.

When she was forced to wear them for the very first time, she had felt a deep sense of repulsion in her heart.

Although she wasn’t as repulsed later on, merely wearing them still brought a slight sense of shame.

But now, having grown accustomed to it, she could put the undergarments on without batting an eye, as if she had completely adapted to it.

Her heart felt a bit empty, as if she had lost something, but as for what exactly she had lost, Milly simply couldn’t remember.

Since it had disappeared so inexplicably, it probably wasn’t anything important anyway, so she decided not to care about it anymore.

She put on the long dress that Stacy had prepared.

It was a dress with a very strong Church style, and she had actually thought she might be handed a nun’s habit.

Just as Milly finished dressing, Stacy happened to return to the dressing room, but her face carried a trace of apology.

“I just asked the nuns, and there are no empty rooms left in the Church, so…”

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, and an unnatural blush spread across her cheeks.

“If you don’t mind, you can stay in my room tonight.”

“The bed is quite large; it can sleep two people.”

As to whether there were actually any empty rooms, Milly wasn’t sure.

After all, Stacy was the Saintess, so whether there were any was entirely up to her word.

However, looking at Stacy’s deliberately evasive eyes, she really was terrible at lying, this Lady Saintess.

Milly leaned more towards the belief that there were empty rooms.

But why would Stacy claim there weren’t? Her motives were somewhat unknown.

Although she didn’t really want to speculate on the underlying logic behind Stacy’s actions, she couldn’t help but think back to the scene that had just occurred in the bath.

Milly suddenly had an ominous premonition.

That girl couldn’t possibly be on the verge of awakening some special fetish, could she?

Taking a step back, Stacy, who originally believed that girls shouldn’t do those kinds of things together, had her orientation completely flipped all because Milly took the initiative to provoke her.

Now she probably thought that it was perfectly fine for something to happen between two girls.

Ugh… She instinctively pressed her legs tightly together, meeting the confusion in Stacy’s eyes.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

Wait, what exactly was she panicking about?

In the bath, she had merely been tricked by Stacy’s feint and caught off guard.

Being pinned beneath the Fell God version of Stacy was one thing, but how could she possibly lose to this Saintess version of Stacy?

Taking a deep breath, her heated mind cooled down a bit.

She had originally just let her thoughts wander based on Stacy’s actions, and as a result, she nearly led herself astray.

She really was being too irrational.

“Alright then, I don’t mind at all.”

Milly suddenly leaned in close to Stacy, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to get close to her ear.

“But is the Saintess looking forward to something happening tonight?”

Feeling the warm breath brushing across her cheek, the tips of Stacy’s ears instantly turned bright red.

“I… No, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“No, I don’t…”

She became visibly flustered, her speech turning rapid and incoherent.

It seemed this girl’s defense was a bit too low, considering she had only said an ambiguous sentence.

Milly took a step back, looking at Stacy’s panicked expression.

For a moment, a wicked smile curled the corners of her lips.

Of course, the current Milly would never imagine just how far things would progress once night fell.

Therefore, for now, Milly could freely enjoy watching the flustered Stacy.

The thrill of this prank actually reminded her of the other Stacy; the tables had turned, and now their roles were reversed.

“Alright, I won’t bother the Saintess anymore. I’ll wait for you to come back tonight.”

“Milly!”

Hearing her say such misleading things, a blush instantly crawled back up Stacy’s face.

Watching Milly leave the changing room and disappear from sight, Stacy finally muttered softly.

“Meanie…”

Stacy notified the nuns to arrange visits for a few tracking squads.

According to her, she had many other things to do as well.

As for Milly, who had nothing to do, she was led by a nun to the door of Stacy’s room.

“Hero, this is the place.”

Milly had endured far too many passionate gazes.

Not to mention those nuns, even when she walked past the patrolling knights, they would stop in their tracks to salute her.

A different identity brought completely different treatment.

On one hand, there was the hellish scenario of being hunted down by the entire city, while the current situation on the other hand could absolutely be called heaven.

Here, Milly didn’t need to worry about being hunted; at most, the demons might send someone to assassinate her.

At least it was better than being hunted by the entire city.

She entered Stacy’s room. The room was arranged neatly and cleanly.

The large bed placed in the center of the room was indeed massive, just as Stacy had said, perfectly capable of sleeping two people, and even roughhousing on it would be completely fine.

However, everything she had said before was just to deliberately tease Stacy.

After examining the room, Milly walked over to the vanity mirror.

She was the only one in the room now, and Stacy shouldn’t be back for a while, so no one would come to disturb her during this timeframe.

Taking a deep breath, she had to try again.

If her demon form was sealed in this save file and unable to be toggled, then Milly’s combat power would absolutely plummet by a large margin.

To ensure she could achieve a one-life clear, she had to add a few more trump cards to her arsenal.

Pulling down the right side of her collar, Milly’s fingertips slid down her fragrant shoulder and landed on the thorn sigil manifesting at her collarbone.

As the obscure and difficult-to-understand syllables flowed between her lips, the magic within Milly’s body began to surge.

A faint tearing sensation emanated from her spine, as if something was about to burst out the very next second.

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