This is bad...
Shia's current mood could no longer be described as at a loss—she was completely dumbfounded.
To avoid pursuers, she had barely managed to escape to the red-light district and found a beautiful and kind-hearted proprietress who still recognized her as the true legitimate royal princess.
She had even acted the part thoroughly, changing into the outfit and everything, yet she was still discovered?
Looking at her shadow being caught by something that seemed to be a shadow but was actually more like some kind of flat octopus tentacle crawling on the ground, not a single joint in her entire body could move.
Shia knew this person definitely had ill intentions—she even had to consider whether this was even a person. After all, she had never seen anyone, even ancient elves, who could recognize what kind of magic this shadow manipulation was.
"Princess, I am Amontis. My patience isn't scarce, so I'll give you a few minutes to think about it."
The intellectual woman with black hair in a ponytail who called herself Amontis then actually used shadows to create a pure black chair, pulled it over and sat down, crossing her legs, even using her toes to make her high heels dangle back and forth.
Her expression was very familiar to Shia—this was exactly what nobles liked to do most, that smug look when threatening someone.
What should I do...
The difficulty on Shia's face had almost become tangible. Since Lily hadn't arrived yet, she was now completely at this woman's mercy.
The girl's gaze beneath her golden hair evaded, wanting to look at the ground to escape this negotiation, but her clear mind constantly reminded her that escape was impossible.
Before Lily arrived, she could only make two choices: first, refuse, and then, perhaps death; second, accept, and as for the consequences... anyway, she didn't want to naively believe the other party would really help her because of this, but maybe... it would let her survive.
The hesitant Shia didn't notice that the cross pendant around her neck was moving without wind, and from the crystal embedded in the center of the cross, a gaze faintly showed through.
In the room where several bags of garbage were piled up and hadn't been thrown out yet, Funiya was wearing a girly pink pajama set, her small wings extending through deliberately cut openings.
The angel lady with long pink hair was looking outside through the "glass window."
'Ugh, what kind of fit is the boss having now?'
'Since you've already found the person, can't you just obediently save her and become her new white moonlight?'
'Then help her return to her peak, and when the time comes, she'll make you a queen or something, and you'll be set for life?'
'Then give me some lower title too, divide up some land, and won't I be living the good life?'
'Oh, I get it. She's playing around again.'
'Ugh, playing around like this every day, otherwise how did Azicat emerge from your body?'
Funiya's right arm rested on the windowsill, her palm supporting her face, looking like she was watching a good show.
'Keep playing like this, I want to see when this trashy boss finally gets her comeuppance.'
Funiya's mind had already imagined many spectacular scenes, such as Lily's identity finally being discovered, and then naturally suffering a fierce attack from the Dragon King lady—where exactly she'd be attacked, she didn't know.
"My patience has ended. Make your choice, Princess."
Mm~ let's stop here. Going too far wouldn't be good.
Lily in Amontis form secretly turned her head, preparing to end this farce she'd started on a whim.
She had already seen Shia's embarrassed and shy appearance, which was already very profitable. Plus this outfit she was wearing had also been a feast for her eyes.
Mm, let's end with Shia refusing me. Come on, say it, Shia. A noble and dignified princess definitely couldn't accept such an unreasonable request, right?
Hehehe, I wonder if she'll run away in a rush.
"The room is this way. I'll take you there."
Huh?
Lily froze for a moment, her body being led by Shia to a room before she could react. It was a room full of pink atmosphere, seemingly using some method to adjust magic lights to pink to achieve this effect.
There was a large bed in the middle, and a large sofa beside it. Although Lily had never actually been to such a place, even if she hadn't eaten pork, she'd definitely seen pigs run.
She knew what this place was for, and she also knew.
She was too late...
"What kind of... service do you want..."
Ahhhhh!
Lily screamed internally.
We're done! Done for! I played myself! She! Why would she actually agree?!
No way! Could it be the Kingdom's princess was bent to begin with?!
That's impossible! How could she accept this?!
Now I'm screwed! No, wait!
I got it! I got it! I'll just transform back and let her know I'm Lily!
That's right! That's right! Although it'll be somewhat awkward then, at least it won't create a sinful relationship, right?!
"Come on, tell me. What kind of service do you want... you lowly scum."
Lowly... scum...
Although her exterior still maintained an almost immovable rigidity, Lily's heart had already turned to stone.
Shia's green pupils gazed at her as if looking at trash, humble yet unyielding, with disgust mixed with resignation beneath the defiance.
"..."
"Not speaking?"
"Um... let's stop here."
"Hm?"
Shia's gaze blanked for a moment. She looked at Amontis's fingers, which seemed to be wringing together from nervousness or guilt, especially that expression that had completely lost its earlier momentum.
Why does this feeling seem so familiar?
"I have something to do, I'll leave first. Don't mind me."
After speaking, Amontis climbed up from her seat in a rough manner completely unrelated to her earlier elegance, turning to run out of the room.
"Don't go!"
"Eh eeeh?!"
Grabbing Amontis's shoulder and pressing her back into her seat, Shia could now confirm it.
This sense of guilt, and that trashy quality that was outrageous.
So similar to that white-haired little loli.
"Do you know someone named Lily?"
"I don't know her. Cough cough! Enough! I've lost interest. If you dare obstruct my path again, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
The gaze beneath Amontis's glasses transformed into abyssal darkness. In the darkness, only a trace of empty white flashed by.
But although she seemed very fierce, Shia was all too familiar with this kind of outwardly strong but inwardly weak bluffing. How many nobles had argued with her like this, bringing up someone or some anecdote, when they themselves didn't even know if it was true.
Whatever, if you really are Lily, don't think I can just overlook you playing such a prank.
"You wanted services, didn't you?"
"Eh?!"
"Since you won't say it yourself, I'll give you the full package."
"Full?! Full package?!"
No! I'm not playing anymore! I'm transforming back!
But if I transform back now, won't I also be done for?!
"Come on, the service you wanted."
Shia straddled Amontis, her stern, contemptuous expression still looking at her like trash.