They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

“My family is quite strict with me, so I ran away from home to go to school.”

"He took the opportunity to blackmail me, a poor person, and made me his maid."

Long silently lit a candle in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Violet's eyes immediately lit up, as if she had found a kindred spirit.

At this moment, she no longer remembered her previous deductions about liking Char, and started rambling on and on with Oboro.

"Yeah, he's an absolutely awful person!"

"He stole my top spot and kept bullying me..."

"He even seduced my sister Afu..."

"..."

Violet rarely had the opportunity to pour out her grievances like this, and she kept talking and talking.

But the more she talked, the more it highlighted her concern for Xia.

Long watched her quietly, occasionally giving her a response to encourage her to continue.

"Hmm," "Oh, I see," "And then?"

With a listener by her side, Violet's urge to confide in others became even stronger.

When Char Aznable is mentioned, she becomes very emotional.

Sometimes I feel indignant, sometimes conflicted, and sometimes confused.

There were even fleeting moments of joy.

Long rested his chin on his hands, listening quietly to her story.

Despite caring so much, she completely failed to notice her own true feelings.

This guy looks so aloof and outstanding, but he's actually dumber than me!

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyelids, concealing the brilliance within.

The master is so excellent, but I am so incompetent.

She never expected that she would be the only one by her master's side.

She just wanted a place by his side.

It's enough to appear somewhat useful, rather than being an invisible person who can be forgotten at any time.

A humble, socially anxious person carefully conveys their feelings, with very low expectations.

At this time, Char was unaware of the efforts his little succubus had secretly made.

At the same time, he was delivering food to his senior.

As the Sword Saintess, she was a well-known aloof beauty in the academy; just being near her was enough to make them feel breathless.

Sistine noticed the fear in the eyes of her female classmates when they looked at her, so during this noisy and bustling time, she wisely came to patrol the vicinity.

By now, it was completely dark, and the already gloomy forest was even darker.

Even in the dead of night, the white figure dancing gracefully in the dense forest remained as diligent as ever.

Char stopped three meters away from her. Moonlight shone through the gaps in the treetops, casting dappled patterns of light onto her, making her look like a stunning dancer performing a solo act on a stage.

It was clearly a combat technique, yet it resembled a beautiful sword dance.

However, compared to that day, today's sword dance was noticeably stagnant.

It doesn't look smooth.

After a long and difficult sword dance, Xia stepped forward and took the initiative to greet him.

"Senior, it's time to eat."

Sistine's breathing became rapid, and she could feel the stagnation in it.

It seems a little short.

She didn't even glance at Xia Ya, but simply shook her head slightly.

"Not hungry yet."

She wanted to do it again.

Perhaps, we can grasp that mysterious rhythm and find the direction for progress.

Xia frowned slightly and stepped forward to stop him.

"Some practice can be too much, senior. You need to rest and eat more."

Sistine ignored Char's words, turned around and went back to the open space to continue training.

She had just raised her hand to hold the sword when Xia Ya reached out and pressed it down.

Char held Sistine's hand and pressed it down.

"Senior, it's time for you to eat."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was firm.

In some ways, Char was always too domineering. At this moment, he looked directly at Sistine, his voice stern, as if he were reprimanding her.

"Senior, please remember your current responsibility. You must conserve your energy to protect us, instead of getting stuck on trivial matters!"

A blush crept onto her fair and beautiful face.

Sistine turned her head slightly, looking a little uncomfortable, and her voice became much softer.

"I... I just want to eat. Could you let go of my hand first?"

She was indeed so engrossed in practicing her swordsmanship that she chose to ignore Xia's advice.

There were things she wasn't unaware of, but she just wanted to try a little harder.

But at that moment, her wrist was being held by a man, and suddenly a string in her heart snapped.

If there were outsiders present, they would probably be shocked by this scene.

This sword fanatic was surprisingly persuaded.

It was a man who persuaded her.

It should be noted that even her master, the sword saint known as the Queen of the Moon, did not have such authority in front of her.

Xia did not immediately let go. His stern gaze fell on Sistine's face, and only after confirming that she was not just making excuses did he step back.

At this moment, Sistine was also confused.

She didn't know why she had listened to him.

She was persuaded almost by accident.

In his presence, I can't help but want to behave obediently.

But why?

Char stepped back, and a gust of wind blew by, making Sistine feel a chill to the bone.

It was only then that she noticed her condition after practicing swordsmanship.

Exhausted, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the thin fabric clung to her graceful figure, clearly revealing the abs she had cultivated over the years.

The white gauze was soaked and appeared somewhat transparent.

Sistine's eyes showed a hint of difficulty.

Chapter 96 The True Face of the Sword Saintess, The Little Succubus's NTR, and the Victim Princess's Tears

I got so engrossed in practicing my swordsmanship that I forgot I was in the wild.

Although she didn't mind doing it, it was a bit inappropriate to have so many female students present.

Char noticed her predicament and offered a suggestion.

"Senior, I just found a stream. There's a section of the riverbank that's quite gentle. Why don't you go there to bathe and rest first?"

Sistine looked up and stared intently at Char.

She had some doubts.

But the stickiness on her body made her a little uncomfortable, and she nodded after a while.

Char smiled kindly and warmly, then turned and led the way.

"Don't worry, senior. I found that place by chance while I was processing ingredients. Nobody knows about it."

Sistine followed behind Char and gave a soft "hmm".

Along the stream, the spring water gurgles.

The moonlight shone on the water, making it sparkle.

The blonde swordswoman stood in the middle of the riverbank, her perfectly angled shoulders looking stunning.

Her graceful back was hidden by her wet long hair, with only glimpses of her fair skin peeking out from between her hair strands, as if it were glowing.