In truth, Milly also felt lost about this matter.
Witches are living, breathing people too—even if their crimes are unspeakable, do they really deserve to be burned alive? Besides, most of them were forced to become witches in the first place.
Anyone tainted by miasma would be hunted down by the Church of the Goddess.
With nowhere else to go, they had no choice but to join the witches’ ranks.
Yet the Pope told her that this was justice.
Milly didn’t dare dwell on it; after all, the number of witches who had died by her hand was beyond counting.
All she could do was keep convincing herself that this was justice. Even if it wasn’t, she was only following orders—there was no sin on her.
At six in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.
After a bout of turbulence, the airship slowly landed. Felusa reached out a hand to Milly, who hesitated for a moment before shyly placing her delicate hand in Felusa’s.
However, before they could step out, they heard the door next to theirs open.
Milly’s cheeks flushed red as she quickly pulled Felusa back.
“Let’s wait a moment before going out!” Milly whispered in a low voice.
Felusa blinked. Only when flirtatious voices echoed in the corridor did she remember—when they first boarded the airship, they’d overheard plenty of those girls’ yuri romance films.
If they went out now, it’d surely be awkward.
So Felusa dawdled a bit. When most of the people had left, she finally stepped out of the airship with Milly.
On the deck, Milly gazed out over the entire city.
Gutram was surrounded by forests, with greenery all throughout the city as well. There were no lakes or nearby seas; the air was dry and stifling.
The sun had already set, and magical lamps lit up the streets.
It all looked especially romantic—she really wanted to settle down here. But Felusa, at her side, kept groping around her waist now and then, completely ruining the mood.
“Don’t touch me like that…”
Milly shot her a glare, but Felusa remained utterly unfazed.
“Don’t forget, this is the witches’ territory,” Felusa whispered into Milly’s ear. “If they find out we’re fake lovers, the whole plan will be ruined.”
“Mmph, you bully…”
“Alright, hurry up and act a little closer.”
Felusa took advantage of the moment, Milly clenched her tiny fists, but couldn’t push her away. All she could do was endure it, though everywhere that shouldn’t be touched was being touched.
“My affection alone isn’t nearly enough,” Felusa teased with a wicked grin. “How about this—why don’t you give me a kiss? And make it a gentle one.”
Milly shuddered, staring at her in disbelief.
“In broad daylight? Have you no shame!”
Her voice was loud; passing travelers all looked over at them.
Milly’s face burned even redder, but it was too late to back out now. She could only force herself to bear the humiliation, glaring furiously at Felusa.
“Don’t worry, just a kiss on the cheek.”
“Just on the cheek…?”
Milly bit her lip—she was already riding a tiger and couldn’t get off.
All her fault for yelling so loud—now so many travelers were secretly watching. Felusa was right, there might even be a witch’s spy among them.
If they were to convincingly play the part of lovers, they absolutely couldn’t let anyone spot the act.
“Alright, just do it, okay?” Felusa leaned in. “Don’t you like me the most? Then hurry up and give your big sister a kiss.”
“Kiss, kiss!~~”
The crowd started chanting, Milly growing both shyer and angrier.
There was no helping it—this was for the mission, for blending into the witches’ den. If she was lucky, she could even catch that damn witch and stomp her underfoot!
Milly took a deep breath and timidly rose onto her tiptoes.
Smooch!~~
Milly planted a kiss on Felusa’s cheek.
“Happy now?”
“Not enough,” Felusa pointed at her right cheek. “One more, over here.”
“You!” Milly gritted her teeth. “Don’t push your luck!”
“Kiss her! Kiss her!~~”
Egged on by the crowd, Milly was on the verge of tears, utterly embarrassed. She had no choice but to kiss again—after all, it was only the cheek, nothing serious.
Smooch!~~
Milly kissed Felusa’s cheek again.
“Now you’re satisfied?”
“Still not enough,” Felusa swept aside her bangs, revealing her gleaming forehead. “Give me a kiss here too. This’ll be the last one, I promise?”
“Kiss my head, huh!—”
Milly couldn’t take it anymore and gave Felusa a punch.
Felusa whimpered, clutching her stomach and trembling. Milly put her hands on her hips, gave an adorable “hmph-da” sound, and lifted her chin high.
The onlookers were all dumbfounded.
But everyone could see—they were a pair of bickering lovebirds, just flirting, with no sign of relationship trouble.
Actually, with all the onlookers, Milly felt a bit guilty toward Felusa.
So most of the travelers dispersed.
Milly thought she’d made a mess of things, but the atmosphere around her didn’t seem so bad after all. And she noticed a suspicious figure.
Cloaked and hooded, the person looked just like a villain.
Probably a witch’s spy?
They couldn’t alert the enemy, or everything would be ruined. Fortunately, she had listened to Felusa and kissed her on the cheek—no cracks in the act so far.
Felusa also noticed the figure in black.
That person in black was none other than one of her own subordinates.
Felusa was speechless: Why dress so suspiciously? Not just Milly—even the passersby were avoiding her by a mile.
It was like carrying a sign that said: “I’m a witch!”
“Let’s go book a hotel first,” Felusa took Milly’s hand and deliberately changed the subject. “Big sis has money, so let’s stay at the best place!”
“I know you’re rich…”
Milly shot her a look, then lowered her voice. “Did you see? That person in the black cloak—I suspect she’s a witch.”
“No, no,” Felusa also lowered her voice. “Witches wouldn’t be so obvious—probably just a cosplayer from somewhere.”
“That…actually makes sense.”
If witches were really that stupid, the Church of the Goddess wouldn’t even be needed—civilians’ reports would be enough to catch them all.
Still, better to be cautious. Maybe the witch was just playing hard to get.
Felusa led Milly through the crowd.
She had wanted to stay at the biggest hotel, but it was fully booked—turns out reservations had to be made three days in advance. Felusa could only take Milly and leave for now.
Milly was a little disappointed; she had hoped for a big, fancy room.
“So where are we going to spend the night?”
Felusa felt a bit embarrassed, glancing around.
In truth, there were plenty of inns all over. But most of them were plain and unassuming, and Felusa thought they didn’t suit her status.
Besides, she’d already boasted they’d stay at the best.
If they ended up at an ordinary inn, wouldn’t that be a blow to her pride?
“Come on, what’s more important—your pride or finding a place to stay?” Milly rolled her eyes at Felusa. “Let’s just pick a clean, tidy inn and check in already.”
If they waited any longer, even the cheap inns would be full.
“Besides, where there are lots of people, witches won’t appear easily.”
After all, witches were like wanted criminals—they wouldn’t show up in a crowd.
If they stayed at a luxury hotel, witches would avoid it; but if they stayed at a cheap inn, a witch might slip in through a window.
Then, they could make contact without suspicion.
Felusa agreed—it made sense, especially since she needed to meet up with her subordinates.
This time in Gutram, she had two objectives: destroy the Silver Rapture Party, and disguise herself as a witch to thoroughly train Milly.
Then, using her Saintess identity, she’d crash the scene—a true hero rescuing the beauty.
That’d make Milly fall completely, helplessly in love!
Still, since Milly was making her a cake, she could go easy with the “training”—no ropes, no blindfolds this time.
She used to worry about being exposed, but now she had disguise magic.
With a new face, Milly would never get suspicious.