Good heavens?!

Wh-what is going on?!

Why did the female lead suddenly wake up?!

Saiboke-Baniya, damn you!!!

Looking into Mengxi's beautiful pale-purple eyes that sparkled like stars, Miss Yumo froze on the spot as if struck by lightning. Her whole body became numb as she entered a state of complete confusion.

Without a doubt,

this scene was completely beyond Miss Yumo's expectations.

According to her calculations, Mengxi shouldn't have awakened for at least another five days. During those days, she would have been able to do whatever she wanted!

But...

‘What the hell is this?! Why did she suddenly wake up?! Hasn't her soul power not recovered yet?!’

Yumo cried out over and over inside her heart.

Her body instinctively began retreating.

At this moment,

Mengxi had only just regained consciousness and was still in a dazed state. She knew nothing about her current condition or where she was.

After all, she vaguely remembered collapsing from exhaustion upon the ruins of Garos Fortress.

But why, after waking up, was she looking at an unfamiliar ceiling?

And judging from the style, it didn't seem to belong to the Asumos Church or Wind Facing City.

Besides,

there was an unfamiliar black-haired girl standing before her.

Although she had to admit that this black-haired girl, who looked as if she had just finished bathing and resembled a lotus rising from water, was unbelievably adorable and charming, her attractiveness not inferior to Mengxi's own.

Wrapped in a bath towel, wearing an astonished expression, the girl looked even more enticing, giving one an impulse to swallow her whole...

But while she was astonished by the girl's appearance, Mengxi also noticed a serious issue.

Namely,

the power gathered at the black-haired girl's fingertips.

It wasn't magic.

Nor battle aura.

Nor holy energy.

It was the most terrifying power in the world—

Shadow of Silence Power.

And more importantly,

those fingertips were only an inch away from her forehead.

Instantly, Mengxi's eyes contracted.

The grogginess in her mind vanished completely, replaced by vigilance and intense fighting spirit.

Coldness and killing intent once again surfaced within her pale-purple eyes.

Who is this girl?!

She can use Shadow of Silence Power?!

Is she an Abyss Demon?!

Or someone infected by Abyss Demons?!

What is she trying to do by reaching toward me?!

That crimson Shadow of Silence Power...

Is she trying to harm me?!

Realizing this, an overwhelming sense of danger surged into Mengxi's heart.

In an instant,

Mengxi narrowed her eyes and leaped up from the bed!

A torrent of silver-white holy energy burst out around her body, strengthening her physical abilities to the extreme.

She squeezed out every last bit of strength remaining within her.

Faced with "danger," Mengxi had never been someone to sit and wait for death.

Taking advantage of the black-haired girl's momentary shock, Mengxi pounced forward!

A high-level restraining spell rapidly formed within her palm.

?!!

Eh?!

Seeing this, Yumo inwardly cried out in alarm. Confusion was written all over her crimson eyes.

Watching Mengxi's fist rapidly approaching and feeling the divine power contained within the silver-white radiance, Yumo's body unconsciously began releasing Shadow of Silence Power in preparation for a counterattack.

The Blood Butterflies instinctively prepared to riot.

No—

No!!!

I can't fight back!

The moment she felt the power surging within her body, Yumo was horrified.

With Mengxi's current condition, if her own power counterattacked, the girl would undoubtedly die!

Not wanting to injure the female lead, Yumo hurriedly suppressed her strength and tried to explain.

“Listen to me! I wasn't trying to hurt you! I didn't mean any—”

However,

before Miss Yumo could finish speaking, Mengxi had already pounced onto her.

“Ah~”

Accompanied by the girl's soft cry,

Yumo, who had restrained her own power and suffered the backlash, was immediately knocked onto the floor.

The thin bath towel wrapped around Yumo's body was blown away by the silver energy, and their delicate bodies became entangled together.

To suppress Yumo's movements, Mengxi's thigh, wrapped in white stockings, tightly pinned down Yumo's legs.

The black hair with crimson gradients inevitably mixed together with the silver hair.

Their beautiful faces were already only inches apart.

At this moment, Mengxi could clearly feel the slight rise and fall of the black-haired girl's chest, and she could also smell the lingering fragrance of bath soap and the girl's own faint natural scent.

Likewise, the droplets clinging to the tips of the black-haired girl's hair, the panic inside those crimson eyes, and the blush covering her face were all clearly visible to Mengxi.

This delicate and appetizing beauty was currently lying beneath her.

For a moment,

a faint pink atmosphere seemed to fill the room.

However,

although suppressing such a breathtaking girl inexplicably gave Mengxi a strange sense of accomplishment,

her heart was still dominated by vigilance.

Thus,

maintaining a cold expression, she mercilessly sat atop the black-haired girl and pressed her right hand firmly against the latter's chest.

As silver-white holy energy surged, a restraining spell activated within Mengxi's palm and directly enveloped the black-haired girl's body.

At the same time,

Mengxi suddenly raised her left hand into the shape of a knife.

Powerful silver-white holy energy gathered around it.

“Who are you? What are you trying to do to me? And why can you use the power of Abyss Demons?”

Mengxi coldly questioned.

Her hand blade, wrapped in silver-white light, rested against Yumo's neck.

Faced with Mengxi's interrogation,

the black-haired girl didn't answer immediately.

Instead, she bit her lip with a flushed face.

There wasn't the slightest trace of fear in her crimson eyes.

Instead...

there seemed to be resentment??

While waiting for her answer,

Mengxi increased the output of the suppression spell to prevent resistance.

At the same time, she carefully observed the girl beneath her and examined the room from the corner of her eye.

When she noticed the black hair fading into crimson and the blood-red butterflies fluttering around the room, Mengxi's eyes narrowed slightly.

This person...

seemed...

very similar to that woman who had appeared before her back then.

Perhaps...

they were the same person?

Thinking this, the look in Mengxi's eyes gradually became strange, and a trace of hesitation appeared within them.

Of course,

Mengxi wasn't the only conflicted one.

Miss Yumo beneath her was even more conflicted.

In fact, far more so.

From a certain perspective, Miss Yumo felt utterly wronged.

She had been taking care of the girl properly, okay?

Why was this girl being so fierce immediately after waking up?!

‘There's no justice in this world!!’

And also...

Wh—

Why?

Why, why am I the one underneath again?!

And damn it, I've been seen naked again!!

Miss Yumo, her face completely red, continuously cried out inside her heart while glaring fiercely at this Child of Destiny who had pinned her down time and time again.

Although this wasn't the first time she'd been seen naked, nor the first time she'd been pinned down—

this time was different!

This time, it was her real body that had been seen!

It's over, I won't be able to get married—

Bah!

What am I even thinking?!

Besides,

‘Little ancestor! Could you please stop pressing there?! There wasn't much to begin with! If you keep pressing, they'll go completely flat! Wuuu!!’

Looking at the beautiful hand pressing upon her tiny buns, Yumo suddenly felt like crying without tears.

As the saying goes,

anger rises from the heart, evil springs from the gallbladder.

Extremely "angry," and being someone who held grudges, Yumo couldn't help shifting her gaze toward the pair of plump white rabbits on Mengxi's chest that looked so tender and appetizing.

You brat...

Just wait!

I'll definitely find a chance to get my revenge!

Also,

glancing at the hand blade resting against her neck, Yumo couldn't help rolling her eyes.

‘Come on, young lady, what use is that lousy hand blade anyway...?’