Aimoer wiped the tears from her eyes, put on her gloves, carefully parted the grass, and crawled out.
There was nothing in sight.
Was it a hallucination?
Aimoer tiptoed out, moving toward the source of the sound she had heard a moment ago.
She crouched behind an old tree and peeked out with one eye.
Just a few steps away, a girl in a black magician’s robe and an oversized wizard hat was crouched there, apparently gathering some herbs.
Who was she?
Aimoer felt a vague familiarity.
Just as she was about to lean out for a better look, her vision blurred for a second.
Aimoer rubbed her eyes, thinking some sand had gotten in.
When she looked again, the girl had vanished.
Her hair stood on end.
She quickly turned and pressed her back against the tree trunk, scanning her surroundings.
Had she been spotted?
Aimoer thought hard.
When she’d seen that girl just now… hadn’t her Succubus Perception activated at all?
That was a skill etched into a succubus’s bone and blood.
Normally, as long as a living thing had body heat and was moving, a succubus would sense it.
Unless that thing was completely inanimate, or—
The other party had used some extremely advanced, self-made cloaking magic.
‘Damn it, did I accidentally wander into a high-level zone?’
Aimoer’s heart pounded wildly.
She swallowed, turned around, and started toward the spot where the girl had been gathering herbs.
But before she could take a few steps, her vision flickered like a broken old TV screen.
Aimoer panicked and tried to retreat, but she had completely lost control of her body.
As a pair of pale hands covered her eyes, Aimoer blacked out.
Vaguely, she heard some indistinct voice.
[Curious little kitten, you need to be punished.]
Aimoer didn’t know how she had gotten back to the City of Purification.
All she remembered was waking up lying in the presidential suite of some high-end hotel in the city.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.
The suite’s bed was so soft and comfortable that she was about to drift off again.
Aimoer smiled contentedly, hugged the blanket, and rolled onto her side, letting out a happy little purr.
Wait, something was wrong!
Aimoer’s eyes snapped open.
She sat up, looked around—the luxurious decor and unfamiliar surroundings made her heart clench.
She grabbed her head in shock.
“No way, where is this place!”
She threw off the blanket.
She was still wearing the pure white nun’s habit.
The bloodstains on her chest had vanished, the wounds from the Holy Light burns were completely gone, and even the cross and gloves were still on.
Aimoer looked left and right, then ducked under the covers, took off her clothes, carefully examined her chest, and then checked other sensitive spots.
Confirming there were no strange marks, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At least nothing more terrifying had happened.
Just as she tried to flick her tail, she felt an odd resistance.
She twisted around—someone had tied a knot in her tail, and a note was stuffed into it.
‘Damn, a tail fetishist!’
Aimoer shuddered.
She carefully untied the knot, took out the note, then gave her tail a shake.
After confirming it was still alive, she let out a long breath.
She didn’t open the note right away.
Instead, she put her clothes back on, hopped off the bed, and twisted in front of the large dressing mirror.
After confirming nothing was off, she sat on the bed and unfolded the note.
[Nosy little one, this hotel costs 10 gold coins a night. I booked it for seven days for you. Next time, remember to keep your curiosity in check.]
Aimoer broke into a cold sweat.
She quickly felt her pocket—the money bag Ouluola had given her was empty.
Only five pitiful gold coins remained inside.
“No way, my money!”
QAQ
Aimoer wanted to cry but had no tears.
She had finally gotten an expense account from Ouluola, and now it was gone.
Right now, she wanted to travel back in time and slap herself twice.
Why did she have to go poking around?
She could have been eating small cakes and sweet drinks until she was full.
Now she’d have to tighten her belt again.
Aimoer sat despondently on the bed.
It took her a while to recover.
‘Forget it. What’s done is done. First, go see Senteli.’
Aimoer sighed and left the presidential suite.
At the Church Infirmary, Senteli was lying on a soft bed reading a book.
When she saw Aimoer push through the door carrying a small paper bag, her eyes lit up.
She threw off the covers and started to get out of bed.
“El!”
“Hey, no, no, no! Stay put. You’re a patient now; you need to rest properly.”
Seeing Senteli try to get up, Aimoer rushed over, pressed her down, made her lie back, and tucked the covers around her.
“El… actually, I’m really fine. Just a little dizzy.”
“If you’re dizzy, you need to rest even more. Be good.”
Aimoer patted her head, wearing a gentle, soft smile.
‘If I push a little harder, I might unlock a special CG. Then I’ll need to custom-make some light armor that doesn’t interfere with the CG interactions.’
“By the way, El, people from the Church of the City of Purification were looking for you. They said they wanted to ask about the attack.”
“Got it. Here, this is for you. Remember to eat it, and then rest well.”
Aimoer placed the paper bag on the nightstand.
Inside was Senteli’s favorite pineapple bun.
Aimoer gave her a warm smile, then waved, threw in a hint of charm with a wink, and strode away.
‘Ah, being a succubus is such a pleasure.’
Having finished flirting, it was time for some serious business.
Aimoer recalled the recent enemy attack, and a flicker of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.
‘They made me suffer so badly. Time to settle the score.’
She walked to the office of the Bishop of the City of Purification and knocked softly on the door.
Soon, the door opened.
A white-haired, mature, capable beauty appeared before Aimoer.
The Holy Light on her was also scorching, but compared to other nuns, she carried a faint aura of bloodshed.
That was the mark of someone who had been on many battlefields.
“You’re Miss Aimoer?”
“I am. Senteli said you were looking for me.”
The Bishop smiled, walked into the office, sat down, and beckoned to her.
“Yes. Senteli should have told you why. Please, have a seat.”
Aimoer closed the door, sat across from her, straightened up, and put on a faint professional smile while gazing at her.
The Bishop smiled, took a sip of water, then displayed a gentle smile and spoke slowly.
“Before we start the main topic, may I say something off-topic?”
“Please go ahead, Bishop.”
Aimoer expected the Bishop to say something like praise or a reprimand, but instead, she received a chillingly cold interrogation.
“Miss Aimoer, you have a very special scent about you.”
Aimoer’s skin crawled.
Her heart raced, and her hands and feet turned cold.
‘What’s going on? Have I been found out?’
Aimoer frantically thought of crisis PR measures to counterattack, while keeping that faint smile on her face.
‘No way, it can’t end here with a Game Over, can it?’
‘I only just started Senteli’s route!’