Chapter 191 : Digging a Hole for Oneself

“Today…”

After opening her mouth, Stacy suddenly paused, as if hesitating whether she should speak about what she had seen today.

As a Saintess, she wasn’t supposed to harbor any suspicions toward the hero, yet what she had seen today kept popping into her mind from time to time. Even though she tried to control herself, forcing herself not to think about it or say it aloud, she had actually managed to do so for a while.

But now, in order to divert her attention and suppress another emotion that was almost bubbling over in her heart, she could only speak of this troubling matter.

Milly had no idea what Stacy was about to say, but she inexplicably felt an ominous premonition. It felt as though what Stacy was about to say was related to her, and moreover, it was highly likely to be something she had hidden and did not want Stacy to know about.

“Today, while we were searching all over the city for demons, I think I saw something emerge from your palm, Milly.”

The moment those words fell, Milly’s spine instantly went taut, and her slightly turned body stiffened.

Crap, even though Milly had tried her best to be careful while using it, almost exclusively releasing the tentacle when her palm was pressed flush against the target’s forehead, and only letting go after it was fully retracted—had she still accidentally let a shadow slip out?

Now she could only hope that Stacy had seen it wrong, that she hadn’t made out the exact shape and had only caught a blurry shadow. It wasn’t the end of the world if it was seen; Milly could just make up some excuse about a weird mimicry spell to bluff her way out of it.

It was just that she really didn’t want this specific thing to be seen by Stacy.

After all, thinking back to the suffering she had endured at Stacy’s hands, just recalling it now made Milly’s scalp tingle with dread.

What if the reason the future Stacy had such a fetish for tentacles was because she had seen the thing Milly summoned today and became fascinated by it? Wouldn’t that mean Milly had dug a hole for herself?

Thinking about everything she had done up until now—leading Stacy down the path of being interested in her body, and now letting Stacy see a tentacle-shaped object—maybe all of Stacy’s twisted fetishes were single-handedly cultivated by Milly herself!

Tch… did this count as her totally screwing herself over?

No wonder that from the very first moment they met, that bastard had been all handsy with her, even forcing her to warm her bed. So it turned out that all of these behaviors might have been cultivated by Milly herself, and her present self was digging a massive pit for her future self?

No, wait… she had only entered a sealed memory segment, so it shouldn’t fundamentally alter the core shaping of Stacy’s personality.

A coincidence, right. All of this was just a mere coincidence.

“And then?”

Although panic had already begun to set in, Milly still tried her best to maintain a facade of calm, waiting for Stacy’s next words to hear exactly what she had seen.

“However, I don’t know if it was just an illusion, but I thought I saw something that looked like an octopus tentacle.”

Oh boy!

It was over, it was all completely over. She had seen the shape so clearly. Exactly when had she seen it? She was supposed to have hidden it perfectly; why was it noticed by Stacy?

Or could it be that Stacy actually possessed some kind of ability she didn’t know about, and this ability just so happened to allow Stacy to see the hidden tentacle?

This is bad… how was she supposed to explain this to Stacy?

With her heart churning like a stormy sea, Milly had absolutely no idea how to open her mouth. Furthermore, if she spoke now, her tone would likely carry a hint of panic.

What should she do? What should she do? What could she say to dispel Stacy’s suspicions?

Or perhaps, should she strike now?

The tentacle could extract a target’s memories, so it should be able to delete their memories too, right? The problem was that Milly didn’t know how to use it that way! She only knew how to extract memories. If she slipped up and accidentally deleted all her memories, wouldn’t she end up with an idiot version of Stacy?

Hmm… that actually didn’t sound like a bad idea.

“But then again, it might just be that I saw it wrong.” Just as the bewildered Milly was debating whether to strike, Stacy spoke up again, making Milly abandon the thought. She was just about to ride the wave down and convince Stacy that she had indeed seen it wrong.

However, her next sentence instantly brought Milly’s heart leaping up to her throat.

“I don’t know why, but that thing seemed to have a strong attraction to me. My mind involuntarily keeps conjuring up that shadow, and I even want to…”

Staring at Milly’s back, a dangerous thought involuntarily popped into Stacy’s heart. That thing seemed very suitable for Milly, very suitable to get close to her, and then…

No, wait!

Just before her thoughts slid into an irrecoverable abyss, Stacy fiercely slapped her burning cheeks. What on earth was she thinking?

Could it be that perhaps it really was as Milly had said? That although she appeared to be a pure Saintess on the surface, her true nature was entirely the opposite, uncontrollably fantasizing in her mind about Milly, and doing things with Milly.

Why did it have to be Milly? Why of all people was it Milly?

She had only just appeared today, yet she possessed an inexplicable attraction to her, as if they had known each other for a long time. Perhaps they had even developed that kind of relationship, which was why she couldn’t stop herself from fantasizing.

Ugh… was that even possible?

Before Milly appeared, she had never had such thoughts. Everything changed after Milly showed up. Was this her problem, or was it Milly’s problem? She couldn’t figure it out, she just couldn’t figure it out anymore. Stacy’s eyes gradually swirled into dizzy spirals, and in her confused state of mind, she subconsciously blurted out the words that were troubling her.

“Milly, have we met before? I feel like we’ve known each other for a very long time.”

Known each other for a very long time?

There was nothing wrong with that statement, except it wasn’t the Stacy currently beside her.

Milly didn’t understand why Stacy would suddenly ask this question. She had just been talking about the tentacle, but now the topic abruptly shifted to whether they knew each other.

That unfinished sentence… what had Stacy thought of in the second half that she didn’t say, ultimately throwing the conversation toward this question instead?

Perhaps she had unknowingly discovered something, or maybe Milly herself had been too obvious. But if she had to talk about the Stacy currently beside her, it was indeed their first time meeting, so…

“We haven’t. Today is our first time meeting.”

“I’m sorry… then it must be my mistake.”

Stacy’s voice gradually weakened. This late-night chat didn’t last very long. Ultimately, after mentioning that they still had to gather the squad candidates the next morning, neither of them spoke anymore.

Silence returned to the room, but Milly couldn’t fall asleep no matter what.

The rhythmic sound of breathing gradually came from Stacy beside her; it seemed she had fallen asleep.

That bastard started the topic, and then she just fell asleep like that. In contrast, because of Stacy’s words, Milly couldn’t sleep at all now.

Perhaps, tonight was going to be a sleepless night.

Turning her body over, Milly glanced at Stacy’s sleeping face. The silver-haired Saintess had her eyes closed, her long eyelashes casting fine shadows in the moonlight. A faint, almost imperceptible smile lingered on her lips, making it look as though she was having a sweet dream.

Sleeping so soundly. Just looking at her appearance, they were exactly the same; there wasn’t the slightest difference. It was truly hard to imagine that the Saintess before her would ultimately fall and become that paranoid, perverted Fell God. Exactly what kind of events had she experienced to turn her into that?

Milly suddenly had a premonition that if she continued to let her stay by her side, she would probably find the answer.

But the current Milly only wanted to clear the game quickly and leave. After that, before the countdown ended, she had to find an item capable of turning everything around. Therefore, as to what Stacy had actually been through, those things had nothing to do with her present self, so she shouldn’t waste any extra time exploring them.

Good night.

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