Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

Kiana's eyes dimmed, and then she clenched her fists.

"Go rescue Bronya first. We must escape from here by tomorrow night."

If nothing unexpected happens, tomorrow will be the night of the festival.

Ling's Achilles tendons were severed, rendering her unable to walk; she could only rely on them.

Kiana has a bad feeling about her increasingly frequent nightmares and just wants to leave with Rin as soon as possible.

"Nightmare?"

Mei had heard Kiana mention this more than once, and she suspected that it was somehow related to Kiana's distorted perception.

Blankets, drinking water, and a priest with a wicked mind...

She tried to find the source, but often to no avail.

"Mei, we have to escape from here, and we'll take Rin with us..."

"Using living people as sacrifices, this guy... can no longer be called human. I will never allow such a thing to happen."

With his hands on Mei's shoulders, Chongchong said earnestly.

"Kiana-neechan, it's okay, let me go..."

A weak voice came from behind her, and the girl coughed twice.

Behind the door, the pink-haired girl stood with her hands behind her back, looking apologetic.

Because of his own affairs, he caused the two of them so much worry.

But if she doesn't go, the one who dies will become her sister...

"bell?"

Realizing that Rin had overheard her, Kiana gave Mei a look, signaling her to move outside and wait a moment.

"Don't overthink it, I'll help you solve all of this."

"Want some candy?"

The milky white candy didn't seem like something from this era, and it exuded a sweet, milky aroma.

Even if it can't cure a cold, it's still nice to satisfy a craving.

It's clear that Kiana completely treats Rin as her real younger sister.

Mei stood outside the door, quietly observing everything.

In the afternoon, Ling's fever subsided.

The herbal decoction had just been brewed, and I felt dizzy and unwell in the morning, but I felt better a few hours later.

Kiana was overjoyed and repeatedly measured her temperature, finally confirming that her fever had indeed subsided.

Not only that, but the cold also disappeared without a trace.

Mei immediately thought of the shrine maiden at the foot of the mountain.

Wait, does that mean she might have a way to deal with Kiana's abnormality?

No wonder she reminded us that she would continue to do divination in the afternoon; could it be that she predicted she would come back...?

..

Meanwhile, the area outside the town was bustling with activity.

Ziyao's fame spread successfully, and the townspeople discussed the so-called "Flying Pasta Association" to varying degrees.

Compared to shrines that morbidly worship deities, the god worshipped by this shrine maiden is very free, which attracts many people.

While listening to the lectures, you can also receive many small gifts and money.

This is precisely what attracted many townspeople.

Theresa stood on the table, holding the script prepared by Ziyao, and read the contents of the script aloud.

Most of it is nonsense doctrine, such as eating ramen every Friday, and the world being created by a drunken lump of soft spaghetti.

Such outrageous words stunned the townspeople, who felt they had learned something new.

The Far East believes in animism, with countless deities numbering in the hundreds of millions.

It might not be so strange to think of a lump of overcooked, mushy spaghetti as a deity.

Fortunately, there was no similar audience interaction content. If they suddenly said something like "Let's say xx together" or "Believe in yourself xxx", Theresa would really suspect that they were running a pyramid scheme.

As dusk fell, the setting sun cast its twilight glow.

As time went on, the shrine discovered them.

The priest, bewildered by Ziyao's outburst, stormed out of town with his men, arresting people without a word.

"Hey, Nightingale, is your solution to go to jail?"

Looking around, they found themselves surrounded by five or six people.

Theresa blushed with embarrassment, saying that even if she lost her powers, it would still be easy for her to deal with a few ordinary people.

If this makes the shrine wary of them, it could very well be counterproductive.

"I'll handle this. You may all leave."

A cold voice sounded from behind, and Mei, holding a katana, approached Ziyao.

"Why are you here instead of protecting the priestess? Mind your own business!"

The priest spat, but dared not provoke Mei, so he had no choice but to leave with his men in a huff.

"I thought you'd be late. Did you miss me?"

"I have a favor to ask of you."

Mei remains as simple and straightforward as ever, only showing her gentle side to those close to her.

"This is not the place to talk. Come with me."

Looking around at the people, the shrine maiden shook her head and took Mei's hand.

After crossing a wasteland, they arrived at Yae Sakura's bamboo house.

Theresa didn't come along because she had to tidy up her stall.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

With her legs crossed, Ziyao said calmly.

She could tell at a glance that Mei was from the Yae Shrine just by looking at her clothes.

Since there are troubles, they must be related to the shrine.

"I have a friend..."

Mei recounted the events in general terms, but changed many things, such as concealing Kiana's name and not telling Azusa that they were from the outside world.

"No problem, I can handle it."

How can I believe it?

A single candy that cures a fever is not enough to convince people.

Mei was very cautious, keeping a close watch on everything in the consciousness space.

Believe it or not, it's up to you. I'm not obligated to help.

"what do you want?"

"I want you, Mei, is that okay?"

"Hehe... Just kidding. How about you help me put on my socks? Consider it making friends."

Ziyao pointed to the bamboo clothes rack next to her, on which hung white silk over-the-knee socks that had just dried.

She was extremely wicked; she stretched out her slender, jade-like feet.

Her fair thighs were free of any excess fat, long and shapely, with lines that exuded a natural beauty.

Volume 1: Chapter 82 The Strange Yae Shrine

"Be gentle..."

Slightly cool fingers grasped her calf, but Mei didn't show any shyness; instead, her expression remained calm.

The shrine maiden in front of me is cute and beautiful, but unfortunately she likes to tease people and is frivolous.

I wouldn't say I like them, but I wouldn't say I dislike them either.

There was an indescribable sense of familiarity hidden within it.

In order to help Kiana, Mei accepted Azusa's conditions.

She crouched down and carefully picked up the white silk, widening the opening so that the girl's jade-like foot could be carefully inserted through the gap.

Her skin was like solidified cream, delicate and rosy, like a piece of naturally formed jade.

The smooth silk fabric climbed up her calves, and Mei's slightly cool fingers accidentally touched her skin, tickling her and making Ziyao tremble involuntarily.

With a slight blush on her pretty face, the girl raised her left leg high, enjoying the feeling of having people under her control.

Of course, it would be even better if Mei could kiss her little feet.

It's not advisable to push our luck, or we might upset Mei. Let's just treat this as a regular feature for now.

How should I tease Mei later?

Switching identities is like putting on a mask, allowing you to do things you rarely do normally.

After all, no one knows who you are, so there's no need to care about what others think.

“Swishing…”

The over-the-knee stockings smoothly covered her thighs, maintaining a certain distance from the shrine maiden skirt, with the space between the two pieces of fabric forming an alluring absolute territory.

Even Lian Ziyao was having trouble controlling herself.

Unfortunately, this beautiful and lovely girl actually did it herself.

"Is that enough?"