Chapter 140: The Cowardly Princess Drunkenly Strikes Back, Turning the Elf Princess into a Carnivore (1)
Rejecting men to the extent of not wanting any male within a ten-mile radius—that was the level of aversion the so-called saintess of this neighborhood harbored.
She was also a resident of the Arlinga villa district.
Judging by her lifestyle, it was obvious she wanted me to leave.
That made things a bit tricky.
But Shia wasn't without strategies.
"Good afternoon, Senior," he greeted with a warm smile, stepping aside to make way.
"Did you need something from me? Please, come in and let's talk inside."
Lowering his posture slightly, Shia nodded politely, deliberately presenting himself in an unthreatening manner.
Faced with such a courteous junior, Sistine found herself in a dilemma.
Why was his attitude so good?
She had come to convince him to move out, but how was she supposed to play the villain when he acted like this?
For a moment, Sistine was at a loss.
Though her heart was troubled, her face remained calm and composed, revealing nothing. The only giveaway was her tightened grip on the hilt of her sword.
Even so, she couldn't think of how to deliver her rejection.
Sistine followed behind Shia into the villa, distracted and preoccupied, unable to even take note of her surroundings. Her focus was entirely on how to broach the subject.
But soon, an alluring fragrance tickled her nose.
Hmm? Was that wine?
Sistine's dainty nose twitched slightly as her gaze locked onto the bottles on the table. Her eyes lit up.
Drinking for courage!
That's right—she could take a drink, gather her nerve, and just blurt it out. That way, she wouldn't have to agonize over her words anymore.
Her movements were so swift that Shia didn't have time to stop her.
Seeing her pick up a glass, Shia instinctively reached out, trying to intervene. "Hey, wait—"
Too late. Sistine had already downed the entire glass in one gulp.
Setting the empty glass on the table, she savored the taste with a slight look of satisfaction on her face.
Even though she drank quickly, she still noticed the rich and complex flavor of the wine.
And then, in the next moment, Sistine's expression froze.
A surge of magical power erupted through her body, shredding her clothes in an instant.
Her porcelain-like skin was exposed to the air, with only a few tattered pieces of cloth clinging to her figure.
Both women turned wide-eyed in shock.
So, this wine worked like 'that'?
In reality, it was the overwhelming magical energy contained in the small glass that caused an uncontrollable outburst, tearing apart her garments.
The good news: nothing crucial was revealed.
But seeing the exposed white thighs, the slender waist that looked like it could be encircled with one hand, and the soft pink undertones of her fair skin made her all the more enticing.
The way her most sensitive areas were still covered only heightened the desire to uncover more.
Both Nia and Rong shifted their gazes toward Shia simultaneously, their expressions filled with suspicious disbelief.
Shia froze for a moment, then slowly withdrew his hand, which was still mid-air.
Turning his head, he was met with Nia and Rong's accusing stares.
Though neither of them said a word, their eyes said it all.
'Did you plan to do this to us too?'
Shia: 'No, no, no, you've got it all wrong!'
He hadn't expected Sistine to act so quickly! He had planned to take advantage of her gentle and reasonable personality to at least prevent her from making any rash demands, if not outright befriending her.
Who knew she'd act so decisively, spotting the wine immediately and gulping it down without hesitation?
Nia glanced Shia up and down with disdain.
"Ew! If you wanted to look, just say so. Why sneak around like this?" she said with a tone full of mockery.
The oblivious princess was veering completely off-topic.
Rong bit her lip, her gaze dark with accusation.
"So, this is the kind of thing you're into?"
It's not!
Shia felt utterly wronged.
Why did the conversation always turn strange with these two?
"This isn't what it looks like!" Shia protested.
But it was clear the two women trusted their eyes more than his words.
Rong even took a small step back, as if to distance herself from him.
Meanwhile, Nia remarked casually, "Junior Shia, we're already so close, there's no need to be sneaky about it."
The clueless princess even adopted an "I get it, I totally get it" expression.
'What do you even think you understand!?'
Shia was on the verge of tears from sheer injustice.
Everything he said was true, but they simply refused to believe him.
His reputation was crumbling at an alarming rate.
"Do you really see me as that kind of person?" he asked, genuinely hurt.
The two women continued to stare silently, their eyes speaking volumes.
They hadn't expected this, but the evidence was right in front of them.
So whether they wanted to believe it or not, they had to.
Shia felt like the most unjustly accused person in history.
"How can you doubt my character like this?"
"That wine is meant to be sipped slowly. Who told her to down it all at once?"
"I was about to stop her, but she was too fast for me!"
Yet the undeniable truth was that a scantily clad Sistine was now lying dazed nearby. No amount of explanation could change how the situation looked.
The three continued their lively debate, but Sistine, seemingly oblivious, had entered another world entirely.
The moment the wine touched her lips, the sweet and spicy flavors exploded in her mouth, transporting her to another realm.
It was as if the entire world had transformed.
All sounds faded into the distance. The wine's potency surged straight to her brain, leaving her consciousness both blurred and heightened.
She couldn't perceive what was happening around her, yet she felt an intimate connection to the world itself.
She could hear the whispers of flowers, the calls of the wind, and even the joyful hum of her sword.
It was as if she could reach out and touch the fabric of reality itself—not just the air, but the very rules that governed existence.
The once intangible now felt solid.
And she, in turn, seemed to dissolve into the ether, soaring freely across the world as though they had become one.
It was a sensation impossible to describe—something that could only be experienced.
For the first time in her life, Sistine felt an overwhelming desire and hunger for the sword in her hand.
She looked down at the blade that had been her companion for years.
For years, Sistine had shared an unspoken bond with her sword. She could feel its joy now, resonating through her fingertips as emotions churned within her chest, building up and demanding release.
What was this feeling?
Frowning, Sistine closed her eyes slightly, her fingers tightening one by one around the hilt of her sword.
Clang!
The sudden unsheathing of the blade broke the tense argument among Shia, Nia, and Rong.
All three turned their heads in unison, their attention drawn to Sistine.
Her long, slender legs, as pale and delicate as porcelain, were exposed, with the shredded remnants of her clothes barely maintaining their modesty. The breeze played with her hair and the tattered strips of fabric, creating a tantalizingly incomplete view that only stirred the imagination further.