Chapter 38: What Did You Do to Me Last Night?!

What on earth happened last night?!

Tia was beyond shocked.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that not only had her clothes been changed, but even the bedsheets were different.

On the floor beside the bed lay a few scattered items of clothing.

No matter how she looked at it, it seemed as though Mephia had taken advantage of her while she was drunk and asleep.

They must have had a fierce battle in bed, and then Mephia had thoughtfully changed her out of her damp clothes and replaced the messy sheets…

Tia hugged her arms tightly.

For some reason, she felt as if the pain in her body was becoming more distinct, especially in her lower half.

She clutched the collar of her nightgown.

Her long blue hair was draped over her shoulders in a mess, and her usually clear eyes were wide with a mix of shock, shame, and an unbelievable sense of panic.

Beside her, Mephia gradually woke up due to the scream.

Seeing that the nightgown Tia was wearing was also in disarray, Tia hurriedly asked, “What… what did you do to me last night?!”

Mephia did not answer immediately.

After a moment of silence, she calmly met Tia’s gaze, her eyes carrying a hint of playful scrutiny.

“What else? I did everything that should be done, of course.”

Those words made Tia’s pretty face turn pale before it was quickly flooded with a crimson blush.

Her mouth hung open, but she couldn’t make a sound.

After a few seconds, she asked with a final shred of hope, “And… the things that shouldn’t be done?”

It was the first time Mephia had seen the girl so flustered.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the girl’s clothing, falling upon her naked body.

She leaned toward the girl, both hands propped on the mattress on either side of Tia’s body.

She closed the distance, her voice dropping lower with a lazy yet dangerous quality.

“I did those too. After all… you were just so ‘tasty.'”

*Boom — !*

It felt as if something had exploded in Tia’s mind.

‘I lost my virginity?’

‘In a state where I was completely unconscious, had no experience, and even have a total memory gap, I actually lost my virginity to this hateful, ice-cold enemy?!’

A massive wave of absurd frustration and indescribable shame swept through her mind, making her pull her body tighter until she could barely breathe.

‘Isn’t she, Mephia, supposed to be a righteous Inquisitor?’

‘Why would she do something so opportunistic?!’

‘Is it possible I never truly saw her for who she is?!’

However, just as her expression froze completely and her eyes began to glaze over as if she were trying to digest this tragic reality, Mephia straightened up.

The faint trace of playfulness on her face slowly faded, returning to her usual indifference.

She got out of bed, poured herself a glass of water, and tossed out three words in a casual tone.

“I’m lying.”

“…What?!”

Tia was stunned.

The massive emotional roller coaster made her reaction a bit sluggish, to the point where the lingering red of shock and shame remained on her face while her eyes turned into a state of pure confusion.

Mephia took a sip of water, turned around, and leaned against the edge of the table.

She looked at Tia with a calm gaze, her voice carrying a hint of inexplicable disdain.

“Actually, I didn’t do anything to you last night. The reason I changed your clothes and the sheets was simply because you were drunk and vomited everywhere.”

As she spoke, her brows furrowed slightly.

“If you can’t handle your liquor, don’t drink carelessly. Helping you change was exhausting. Besides, not everyone is as uninterested in you as I am. If it were someone else…”

“Maybe those guys wouldn’t have even finished by the time you woke up.”

The massive drop in emotion left Tia momentarily speechless.

Her shame and anger receded like a tide, replaced by an indescribable embarrassment, a sense of relief, and… a trace of inexplicable disappointment?

She wasn’t interested in her?

‘Hmph… Hmph hmph hmph!’

Unable to think of a retort, Tia could only let out a series of cold snorts at Mephia.

Then, her grip on her nightgown loosened slightly. Her lips moved, but in the end, she only let out a dry sound.

“…Oh.”

Mephia didn’t care about her reaction.

She said, “Get up. We need to discuss official business. The witches of the Witch Council want to deal with you. Maybe we can beat them at their own game and find a way to capture them.”

Perhaps because Mephia’s previous actions had angered Tia, she gave a sulky grunt and dove back into the covers.

Sniffing the faint, cold fragrance belonging to Mephia on the nightgown, she said, “I’m… I’m sleepy. My head is spinning… I want to sleep more…”

Mephia remained unmoved.

She walked to the bedside and looked down at her.

“No matter how sleepy you are, it won’t do. Do you plan on sleeping here forever?”

Under the quilt, Tia blinked.

Her watery blue eyes flashed with a hint of craftiness and a test of pushing her luck.

She pulled the edge of the quilt down a little, revealing her small nose and lips that were pouted in a slight act of coquetry.

Her voice softened, carrying a nasal tone.

“It’s not like I couldn’t…”

However, in the next second, Mephia bent over slightly.

Her shadow completely enveloped the girl, and her tone became extremely dangerous.

“It seems that I have no choice but to give you some punishment.”

“…Huh?”

***

*Slap — !*

*Slap — !*

*Slap — !*

In the early morning, rhythmic slapping sounds echoed in the small room.

If one listened closely, they could hear the girl’s faint cries for mercy underneath.

“I’m, I’m sorry, I was wrong…”

“No, don’t continue, it hurts!”

“The plan, we, uh, let’s make the plan quickly!”

Finally, under the girl’s red-eyed pleas for mercy, Mephia withdrew her hand and stopped torturing the girl’s buttocks.

It was only then that Tia let out a heavy sigh of relief, lying on the bed to recover her strength.

Afterward, at Tia’s suggestion, the plan to deal with the witches of the Witch Council was as follows:

Three days later, Tia, under the pretext of searching for classical literature, would accompany her maid to the Old Library in the Old Town District of Hela City.

Meanwhile, the Inquisition would secretly spread this news to lure the witch into attacking.

At that time, the Inquisition would set an inescapable trap near the Old Library.

Once the witch appeared, they would capture her.

At that point, no matter how powerful the witch might be, she would have no way to escape!

As for whether the witch would fall for the trap and go to the Old Library to attack Tia, Mephia had made many other preparations.

However, Tia knew that the witch would definitely fall for it.

Because…

Late at night, Tia found an opportunity to send a message.

Nightingale: [Grey Cat, I’ve finished my investigation. That Daughter of a Count is afraid of retaliation and has actively sought help from the Inquisition. The Inquisition has formulated a capture plan, intending to lure you to the Old Library.]

Nightingale: [Their plan is… simple, almost to the point of looking down on us. But my suggestion is to temporarily suppress your thoughts of revenge and wait quietly for the next perfect opportunity.]

Nightingale: [After all, our strength truly isn’t enough to provoke the Inquisition. Besides, time is on our side, right? Grey Cat.]

Grey Cat: […Since we know their plan, why can’t we beat them at their own game and pull off a real Black-on-Black? Isn’t this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? They need to pay the price for their contempt!]

Looking at the Communication Crystal, Tia saw that Grey Cat had lost her cool after being provoked. The corners of Tia’s mouth curled into a wicked arc.

Since Grey Cat wanted to play Black-on-Black, she would just have to reluctantly help her.

After all, she, Celeste, was a kind witch, wasn’t she?