Chapter 45: Wait, Is She Really a Pervert?

The Hero, it’s the Hero again.

That legendary figure who emerged from nowhere sixty years ago, turned the tide in the war against the Demon Race, and saved the world.

“Then…”

Celia hesitated for a moment.

“Where is the Hero now?”

Olivia shrugged.

“Who knows? She disappeared after the war ended. Some say she went into seclusion, others say she’s already dead. Who knows where she went? She’s one of the strongest beings in this world.”

“What? Want to find her and become her disciple?”

Celia glared at her.

“I was just asking.”

“Alright, alright, just asking.”

“By the way—”

Olivia suddenly leaned forward.

“What functions does your System have?”

“You… you don’t know?”

“What should I know?”

Olivia tilted her head, looking completely innocent.

“Then why were you explaining everything so confidently just now?”

Celia’s voice rose half an octave.

The Dragon God’s Oracle, Veronica’s divination, the System not being the first…

This person was spouting it all so convincingly in front of her, as if it were real! And now she’s saying she doesn’t know?

Olivia blinked.

“Because those are things Sister Veronica told me.”

Her tone was completely matter-of-fact.

“She knows the System exists, knows you have it, and knows roughly what it’s about, but the specific functions, she doesn’t know either. Every System seems to be different.”

“I only know about the existence of the System, not what’s inside it. What’s contradictory about that?”

Celia opened her mouth, then closed it.

Well… there didn’t seem to be any contradiction.

But she still felt something was off.

“So,” Olivia leaned in even closer, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“What exactly are your System’s functions? Can it do lottery draws? Issue quests? See other people’s affection levels?”

Celia shrank back.

“W-why are you asking?”

“Because I’m curious,” Olivia said, still matter-of-fact.

“I’ve told you so much already. The Oracle, the Hero, the Dragon Sage… you won’t even tell me this? I don’t mean you any harm. I’m a princess. If I really wanted to retaliate against you, I wouldn’t have come here myself.”

Celia fell silent.

It seemed… that was true.

But the System’s functions…

“It’s not that I can’t say…” she hesitated.

“It’s just… a bit complicated.”

“Complicated is fine. I have plenty of patience.”

“Alright.”

She sighed.

“The only function my System has is that it can do lottery draws.”

“Lottery draws?”

Olivia’s eyes lit up.

“Draw what? How?”

“It’s just…”

Celia thought about how to explain.

“Collect some things, accumulate enough, and you can draw once. The things drawn are all sorts of weird stuff, some useful, some useless.”

“For example?”

Celia paused.

“For example… some items,” she said vaguely.

Olivia looked at her expression, and the corner of her mouth curved up again.

“For example, my stockings?”

Celia’s face flushed bright red instantly.

“So…”

Olivia stopped laughing, a sly glint in her eyes.

“Were my stockings comfortable to wear?”

“You… you insolent person!”

“Calling me names again?”

Olivia tilted her head, that innocent look back on her face.

“I’m just concerned about my stockings. They’re made from my shed scales, you know. Very precious.”

Celia was speechless.

She stood there, her face hot enough to fry an egg, her mind in complete chaos.

“What’s wrong? Not saying anything? Were they so comfortable to wear that you’re embarrassed to say?”

Celia took a deep breath.

I can’t take this anymore.

She closed her eyes and silently chanted in her heart.

The next second, three items appeared out of thin air in her arms—three pairs of stockings, neatly folded together.

Celia opened her eyes and threw them right at Olivia’s face.

“Take them back!”

The three pairs of stockings hit Olivia’s face and then fluttered down lightly, draping over her.

Olivia was stunned for a moment, then she immediately laughed.

She reached up and took the stockings hanging from her face, looked down at them, then looked up at Celia.

“What are you doing?”

“Returning them to you! Your stockings, take them back! I never wore them!”

“Never wore them? Not even once?”

“Not even once!”

Celia said firmly.

“They’ve been in the System Warehouse for however long, that’s exactly how they are. See for yourself!”

Olivia lowered her head and examined the stockings in her hand carefully.

Indeed.

The folding creases were neat and tidy, without a single wrinkle from being worn, still carrying the brand-new sheen from when they were first taken out of the treasury.

She looked up at Celia.

“Why didn’t you wear them?”

“Because I’m not a pervert! I don’t have the hobby of wearing other people’s stockings!”

Olivia froze.

She looked down at the stockings in her hand, then looked up at Celia.

The expression on her face slowly changed, from surprise, to grievance, to a seriousness that made Celia’s heart sink.

“You look down on my stockings!!”

“Wh-what?”

“You look down on me,” Olivia repeated, lowering her head.

“My scales, my stockings… you’re not even willing to wear them.”

“I’m not—wait, hold on—”

Celia fumbled to explain.

“I’m not looking down on you, I just—these stockings are your personal undergarments, how could I—”

“Why couldn’t you?”

Olivia raised her head.

Where was any trace of grievance in those eyes now?

“They are already our Token of Love.”

Celia’s brain crashed again.

“Wh… what?”

“Token of Love,” Olivia said, completely matter-of-fact.

“You drew my stockings. That’s fate’s guidance. Now you’re returning them to me. That’s an exchange of feelings. Back and forth, the bond between us has already been formed.”

She took a step forward.

Celia instinctively took a step back.

“So—”

The corner of Olivia’s mouth curved into a smile that made Celia’s scalp tingle.

“You must wear them.”

“I won’t…”

Before Celia could finish her sentence, she felt her body stiffen.

An invisible force surged from all directions, like unseen ropes, binding her wrists, ankles, and waist.

She looked down.

Pale blue magical light swirled around her body, forming an intricate Restraint Magic Array.

“You—!”

“Me what? I kindly gave you a Token of Love, and you actually refuse to accept it?”

Holding the three pairs of stockings, she walked leisurely up to Celia.

“It’s fine. I’ll help you put them on.”

“You… don’t you dare! I’m warning you.”

“Warning me about what? I just want our Token of Love to fulfill its proper purpose.”

She knelt down and picked up the pair of black stockings.

“Which pair should we put on first?”

Celia struggled desperately, but those magical ropes didn’t budge an inch.

“Olivia! Let me go! We’ve only met once! I don’t even know you! How is this a Token of Love?! Don’t take off my shoes! Are you a pervert?!!”