Aimoer calmly tossed a mint candy into her mouth and gripped the slender branch tightly.
On the surface, she exuded an aura of composed strength, but inside, she was panicking like crazy.
If it really was a large group of heretics, she would have to think about how to die more gracefully.
After all, having a large group of suicide bombers surrounding you like that was quite terrifying.
No one wanted to go boom and fly up to the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.
Aimoer poked her head out to look under the tree.
What met her eyes was a group of elven soldiers in silver armor, holding four heretics who had fallen into a sweet sleep.
They were looking around in confusion, as if searching for something.
“Are… are they reinforcements?”
Aimoer swallowed.
That subtle gulp caused the soldiers below to turn their gazes toward her, startling her so much that she almost let out a gibbon’s call and leaped out of the tree.
She patted her chest to calm herself down.
After scanning the crowd, she finally spotted a familiar face, then gracefully jumped down from the tree and said with a smile.
“Oh, good afternoon, gentlemen.”
Aimoer calmly made the sign of the cross over her chest.
Her composed, masterful demeanor actually made the soldiers’ eyes carry a bit more caution and respect.
But in reality, Aimoer’s heart hadn’t calmed down yet, and her tail was still stiff behind her, clearly still shaken.
If these people hadn’t arrived just now, she would probably have been blown up together with this forest.
Seeing her finally appear, the soldiers’ ranks suddenly stirred, and then a green-haired, heterochromatic-eyed elven female general stepped out.
It was none other than the Elven Princess Qingling, who had been teased by Aimoer not long ago.
“Was that holy light the signal you sent?”
At this moment, Qingling had a serious expression, holding a silver spear tightly in her hand.
Her entire body exuded an aura of “It’s work hours now, no touching or poking.”
Aimoer nodded repeatedly and quietly stepped closer.
Seeing her approach, Qingling’s eyes flashed with a moment of panic, and she also stepped back a few steps.
Her fingertips gripping the silver spear turned slightly white, and her face was clearly written with the words “Don’t come any closer.”
‘So cute. I really want to pull her into my arms and squeeze her right here.’
“It was my signal. I didn’t expect you to arrive so quickly.”
Aimoer was indeed a bit surprised.
Logically, from seeing the signal to deploying troops to reach her location, it should have taken at least an hour.
But unexpectedly, the elven troops had arrived in just over ten minutes, and even helped her deal with those suicide bombers on the way.
‘Can humans do that!’
Aimoer then thought of the attack outside the City of Purification.
She had taken two suicide bombers head-on and almost went to have tea with the Goddess of Holy Light, while the human soldiers had no reaction at all.
‘What a gap!’
“It’s nothing. Quick response is the basics of marching. Hmm, by the way, were these four guys the ones who attacked you?”
Qingling picked up one of the heretics like a chick.
It was hard to imagine that such a ferocious guy, in daily life, could be so submissive and easily pushed around.
“Yes, yes, yes, it’s these guys. They clearly mean trouble…”
Aimoer took the opportunity to embellish the story of what had happened.
Qingling noted everything down, then had the guards escort Aimoer back to Princess Manor.
After tying up the heretics, she prepared to leave.
“Okay, I understand the situation. I’ll have the guards escort you back. Try not to go out for the next couple of days. If you need to go out, come find me, and I’ll assign a guard to protect you personally.”
Having said that seriously, Qingling stepped back a few steps, and before Aimoer could say anything, she left with the guards.
This demeanor was as if she was afraid that Aimoer would suddenly take a whim and bully her in front of so many people.
Aimoer smiled lightly.
Then, under the protection of the guards, she finally returned to the manor without any incidents.
As soon as she entered the living room, a flash of red caught Aimoer’s eye.
Qihuo was wearing a translucent loose pajama, letting out a big yawn, carrying a basket of snacks as she passed by.
“Oh my, you’re back?”
Qihuo still had a carefree, indifferent expression.
She waved her hand, grabbed a small piece of bread from the snack basket, stuffed it into her mouth, then handed the basket to Aimoer.
“Want some? To tide you over.”
After thanking her, Aimoer imitated her action and grabbed a piece of bread to stuff into her mouth.
It was salty, with a strong wheat aroma, and quite addictive.
She didn’t let herself think about Senteli anymore.
She didn’t dare to think, afraid that a single slip would cause her emotions to completely collapse.
‘Is another one of my few friends in this world going to disappear?’
Aimoer licked her fingers.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted back to the basket, and she grabbed another piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth.
‘Even the snacks at the princess’s place are this delicious. I can’t imagine how fragrant dinner will be.’
Right now, she just wanted to stuff more food into her mouth.
On one hand, to replenish energy, and on the other—
To deliberately divert her attention from certain matters.
“If you want to eat, come to my room. I specifically had the head maid put your room next to mine.”
Qihuo winked as she spoke, with an expression that said, “Now I’ve got you, where can you run?”
But Aimoer wasn’t afraid of her at all.
She didn’t believe that a person could fall in the same place twice.
This time, she had to get on top of Qihuo!
“Sure, I’ll take a rest too.”
Qihuo smiled upon hearing that, then grabbed Aimoer’s hand and led her toward the room.
“Hmm, I heard from Xiao Ling that someone tried to attack you outside the City of Purification?”
“There were a few troublesome guys, but nothing worth calling a threat.”
“Is that so? Well, if you run into any trouble in Torlenlans next time, use that Demon Board I gave you to contact me, and I’ll have someone take care of it.”
Qihuo licked her lips as she looked at Aimoer, deliberately slowed her pace, and at the next corner, suddenly spun around and pinned Aimoer against the wall.
She leaned close and gently licked her earlobe.
“After all, you’re my body pillow and Miss Mistiko’s honored guest. At least within the elf territory, no one can touch you.”
Caught off guard by the sudden tease, a hint of blush spread across Aimoer’s neck, but she quickly calmed down, pushed Qihuo away, and scolded her righteously.
“I’m not your possession. That was only once. Just because I gave you a little taste, you want to take advantage?”
“Oh, is that so? Then I’ll have to inform Miss Mistiko that due to your inappropriate remarks, I’m preparing to expel you from the country. You better think carefully. Are you really going to throw a tantrum in front of me?”
‘Ugh, fatal blow.’
Aimoer decided to behave for now.
She would get back at her once they were in the room.
She didn’t argue anymore and obediently let Qihuo lead her into the room.
“Alright, Miss Body Pillow, take off your clothes. You know what to do.”
As soon as they entered the room, Qihuo locked the door.
She put the snack basket on the floor, then went to the corner of the room and pulled out a set of painting tools.
She patted the spot beside her, signaling Aimoer to sit there.
“There’s a maid outfit on the hanger over there. It’s not good to always let you wear so little. Wear that this time.”
Qihuo smiled at her, then added another jab.
“Think clearly about the consequences of resistance.”
‘Damn it. Just wait until I get close. I’ll use my techniques to pin you down and squeeze you hard.’
Aimoer cursed in her mind with gritted teeth.
She believed that the sisters’ weak points were roughly the same, so she was going to use the same method she used on Qingling to get back at her.
She repeatedly rehearsed the techniques she would use in her mind, imagining Qihuo begging for mercy, as she slowly took off her nun’s habit.
clatter clatter—
But just then, perhaps because she had stuffed too many candies in her pocket, the Inverted Pentagram Pendant that she had kept there suddenly fell out.
Qihuo’s ears twitched.
She turned around and caught the pendant in her hand, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
“Naya’s Old Seal?”