Chapter 37: Shall we interrogate him?

Before departure, Milly came to bid farewell to the Pope.

This mission could only be carried out by the two of them.

They had to infiltrate the Silver Soiree. If they went in a group, it would only arouse suspicion. Felucia and Milly were lovers, which was why the Pope felt at ease giving them the order.

Their identity papers had already been prepared.

Felucia would play the role of a noble lady, while Milly would act as her maid.

“Maid” was just a euphemism; in reality, she was a *slave.

To ensure the mission went smoothly, Felucia picked out an outfit for Milly.

The top was a camisole, paired with an ultra-short skirt, and underneath were safety shorts. It looked incredibly seductive, making Milly’s face flush as red as an apple.

“Why do I have to wear such embarrassing clothes!”

“It’s all for the mission,” Felucia coaxed, “Don’t forget, we might find that damn witch this time. Then you can finally take your revenge!”

Mentioning the witch calmed Milly a little.

That’s right, for revenge—what’s a little embarrassment?

Luckily, she didn’t have to wear the shameful outfit before leaving the house. After all, if the saintess were seen behaving so indecently in public, what would the people think?

Not long after, Milly and Felucia slipped out the back door.

This was a little-used alley, cluttered with all sorts of junk. Only the maids, when cleaning, would occasionally pass through here.

Milly couldn’t help but think, no matter how splendid the surface, there’s always a dark side.

“Milly dear, what are you thinking about?”

Felucia grabbed Milly’s hand. Milly’s cheeks flushed again. She wanted to pull away, but thought it unnecessary—besides, they might even be having a child together.

She still hadn’t told Felucia about the baby.

Milly didn’t know whose child it really was.

Maybe in two more months, she’d be able to tell.

All witches carried miasma. If she was pregnant with a witch’s child, once the baby grew a little, Milly would start to show signs of corrosion.

On the other hand, if the baby in her belly was Felucia’s flesh and blood…

If it was Felucia’s child, all she had to do was confess. Not just Felucia, even the Pope would probably be happy for them.

But if it was the witch’s child, Milly would have to run away. She’d find a secluded village and raise the child alone.

No matter whose child it was, Milly was determined to give birth.

She’d taken plenty of pregnancy medicine and tonics from her doctor sister, who had even warned her to minimize any intimacy with Felucia.

If she really couldn’t resist, they absolutely couldn’t get too creative.

Be gentle, and always in the proper position.

Liana was a doctor and explained everything from a medical point of view. But Milly still turned crimson, nearly crying from embarrassment.

“Milly, is something on your mind?”

“Huh? ……”

Milly snapped back to herself and looked up at Felucia.

“It’s nothing, just that the mission is a bit too embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t lead you astray,” Felucia said with a bright smile. “Even if we attend the party, I won’t do anything over the line. It’s just for show.”

Felucia had no intention of being intimate with Milly in public.

Those things were better done back in their room, just the two of them.

“I’m warning you, during the mission, you are not allowed to get handsy with me!” Milly said sternly. “Even if you can’t help it, you have to be gentle!”

“Uh, what’s with you…”

“What do you mean, what’s with me? I just want you to be gentle!”

“You’re never like this,” Felucia cupped Milly’s face. “Usually you say, ‘Sister Felucia, be rougher, I like it rough!~~’”

“Who—who! Who said that!——”

Milly, flustered and angry, pounded on Felucia’s chest.

Only after did she notice Felucia’s face full of satisfaction.

“Why are you so bouncy!”

“We’re about the same, neither of us can talk…”

Felucia took the chance to cop a feel. Milly was too slow to dodge and got grabbed right at her weak spot.

Milly clenched her fists, veins popping on her forehead.

“I just told you not to touch me! Can’t you understand human speech?!”

Milly stomped down hard. Felucia shrieked, clutching her foot as she hopped on one leg. Milly paused, then burst out laughing so hard her ribs hurt.

Felucia, having suffered a loss, was clearly displeased.

“Milly, just wait until tonight. I’ll deal with you then!”

“I told you, don’t bully me.” Milly shot Felucia a glare. “Otherwise, you’ll regret it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

If the child was Felucia’s flesh and blood,

And because of Felucia’s shenanigans, Milly ended up miscarrying—

Then she really would regret it!

Milly was utterly serious, not the least bit like she was throwing a tantrum. Felucia was taken aback. Her instincts told her Milly was hiding something from her.

Whatever it was, it was no trivial matter—enough to make Felucia regret it.

But what could it be?

Felucia racked her brain but couldn’t figure it out. Milly wasn’t saying anything either; now wasn’t the time to come clean. At least, not until she was sure whose child it was.

Milly quickened her pace, walking a few steps ahead.

She secretly placed a hand over her lower belly, a look of maternal love appearing on her face.

In her heart, she whispered to the child: Don’t worry. No matter whose child you are, Mama will bring you into the world and help you grow up healthy and strong.

Milly’s silver hair was far too eye-catching.

Before leaving the house, she had already dyed it coffee brown.

Felucia’s blonde hair, on the other hand, was common. Most nobles were blond. As long as she changed her hairstyle and dressed up a bit, no one would recognize her.

They made their way to Yunhang Port.

This was where the airships docked. From the Holy Nation’s capital “Harlenama” to their destination “Gutrham” was about 1,200 kilometers.

If they went by carriage, it would take at least half a month.

They couldn’t wait that long. Fortunately, the Pope had already prepared new identities for Felucia and Milly, so there would be no trouble with the paperwork.

At the ticket counter, Felucia waved her hand and tossed out five gold coins.

“We’re going to Gutrham. Prepare a first-class cabin for us!”

“Uh, of course!……”

Seeing Felucia’s generosity—and knowing she was a noble— the attendant didn’t dare slack off. In just a few moments, she handed over two airship tickets.

Felucia took the tickets, glanced at them, and dragged Milly away without a backward look.

Along the way, Milly grumbled in annoyance.

“Did you have to be so harsh with her?”

“You don’t understand, Milly,” Felucia said helplessly. “We’re both celebrities, especially in the Harlenama area. If we dawdled too long, she might have recognized us.”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right…”

As a saintess, she often had to attend prayer ceremonies.

Who’s to say that ticket attendant hadn’t attended one?

As for booking a first-class private room, that was just to avoid drawing attention. Once they changed their appearance again, no one would recognize them when they got off the airship.

“How wonderful, first-class!” Felucia said with a mischievous grin. “When we’re alone, I’ll interrogate you properly about what you’re hiding from me.”

“Ugh!……”

Milly reflexively covered her stomach, then guiltily looked away.

But her hand covering her skirt made her look shy, and Felucia didn’t suspect a thing—she had no idea Milly was protecting their child.