I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

She seemed unwilling to discuss theological matters.

"You're going to attend this salon, right...? Just like my sister said, I hope you don't participate, or even run as far away as you can right now... Well, I know you might not believe me. But... I hope this face of mine can give you a warning."

As she spoke, Lily gripped the brim of her coat hood with both hands, paused for a moment, and then slowly took off her hood.

As Lily revealed her true face, Ange's eyes widened little by little:

What a face it was! A blood-soaked face devoid of any hair or features; where features should have been, only a few dark, gaping holes remained.

It's like...

A skull with its features removed, skin peeled off, leaving only flesh and bones...

Lily's five dark holes twitched as if she were trying to force a smile, but the reaction only made people feel terrified.

"Miss, if you don't want to end up like me... you'd better run away."

Section 34, Chapter Thirty-Three: White Silk is the Ultimate Solution!

After leaving the bridge under Lily and Lydia, Ange did not give up on exploring the Perfect Salon of Diendra.

[This system can sense that the host is currently in a bad mood.]

Anjie: "It's very bad."

What kind of bastard is this Daindra? Doesn't he know that little girls are a treasure of human civilization? How dare he turn a little girl into that...?

"Scumbag!"

【…】

The system fell silent.

It once again shocked Anjie's thought process.

Following the directions given by the dress shop owner, Ange arrived at a small courtyard located in the southwest corner of Rum City.

From afar, Anjie could see dozens of luxurious carriages parked in front of the small courtyard. Beautiful young women were laughing and chatting in the courtyard, and their clear and melodious laughter could be heard from time to time.

There were no guards at the entrance of the salon; it seemed that any young girl could enter and participate.

Anyone with an ordinary appearance would avoid coming in and causing trouble for themselves upon seeing these beautiful and noble ladies.

Anjie didn't want to attract too much attention, so after entering the courtyard, she found a corner and quietly sat down to observe each participant in the salon.

Without exception, every girl in the courtyard was beautiful, and each had her own unique characteristics: heroic, delicate, charming, and pure. Anjie was dazzled by the variety of girls.

"Heaven! This is heaven! I wish all these beautiful women were my wives."

[You bastard! Does everyone count as your wife?]

"What else?"

[Heh, you? You'd be more like someone else's wife.]

Hmm, do you want me to teach you a bit of what you were yelling about last night?

Ah, no... please, let me go...

Ange: Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Shut up!!!

She felt that it was a mistake for her to initiate a conversation with the system!

Fortunately, Anjie managed to keep her expression straight and prevent those around her from noticing anything amiss.

But just because she doesn't want to attract attention doesn't mean she can actually get what she wants.

Having been nurtured in the church for many years, that gentle and elegant feeling has been integrated into the very bones of this body. Even if Anjie does nothing, just sitting there quietly, she is as beautiful as a painting.

"Whose daughter is this? I've never heard of her before..."

"I don't know...maybe a newly promoted noble? That demeanor doesn't seem like that of a commoner."

"I bet she's the 'perfect one' this time..."

Anjie raised an eyebrow at the whispers coming from the salon, but could only ignore them.

"Good afternoon, ladies, beautiful and lovely."

At this moment, a beautiful woman pushed open the balcony door on the second floor of the small building, covering half of her face with a down-filled folding fan while smiling at the many young girls in the courtyard.

The girls all looked up at the beautiful woman on the second floor and excitedly greeted her: "Good afternoon, Ms. Diendra."

Upon hearing this name, Anjie raised her head and turned her gaze to the woman on the second floor.

Although a small part of Deendra's face was obscured by the folding fan, it was still clear how stunningly beautiful she was. She could be described as the dream girl of every man in the world. Every smile and frown of hers was filled with an alluring beauty, making people want to stick their eyes to her and not be able to look away for even a moment.

But even such a beautiful woman as Anjie had a slight frown on her brow.

I don't know if it was just her imagination.

Although Diendra's face is very beautiful, even to the point where every feature and every inch of skin has been meticulously polished, there is always a strange sense of disharmony, as if these features were forcibly pieced together.

This sense of unease made Anjie feel nauseous, and she quickly looked away.

"My lovely ladies, I'm sure most of you are not first-timers at this salon, so I won't go into the rules and the final rewards again."

Unleash your charm in this salon; who knows, you might just be the one to shine!

Well then, lovely ladies, see you later.

Diendra waved with a smile and went back into the room.

The girls in the courtyard also bid farewell to Diendra.

"Phew...looks like I'll just have to wait here." Ange sighed to herself.

However, her attention was quickly drawn to the girls in the courtyard.

"Hey, this girl has great legs. I think she would look great in tank top stockings."

[System profanity! Black stockings are the way to go! Look at that girl at three o'clock, don't you think the way those slightly fleshy (this is a prohibited word, but the censors understand) legs are accentuated by the black stockings is incredibly sexy?]

"Only white stockings can truly bring out the original charm of a beautiful young girl!"

Black stockings are the best!

...

Time slipped away little by little as they argued with the system.

As the sun began to set, the tightly closed attic door finally opened again.

Diendra appeared in the attic, smiling as she looked down at the girls. A strange smile played on her silver-grey eyes, as if...

Watching over domestic livestock.

Of course, none of the girls below noticed this.

"My dear ladies, how was the salon?"

Oh, although the title of 'Perfect Person' is the grand prize, I sincerely hope that all you little darlings won't focus all your attention on it.

Your friends will also be a part of the wonderful memories from this salon.

The perfect opening remarks drew laughter from the girls.

Diendra smiled and waved her fan. "Of course, I also know the allure of the title 'Perfect One'."

Well, as I just said, I don't want all the ladies to focus on winning the title of "Perfect One," as that would make this elegant salon a bit too utilitarian.

Therefore, I have decided to bestow this title upon the most unconventional lady in the entire event—

Yes, it was that blonde lady who sat in the corner the whole time.

The girls in the courtyard were stunned.

Even Ange was stunned.

I'm just a lecherous old man here to watch the drama unfold.

How did I suddenly win an award?

A round of enthusiastic applause erupted in the courtyard.

Whether they liked it or not, the girls present still clapped enthusiastically for the sake of face, and offered their blessings one after another.

Deendra also came down from the attic and, surrounded by the girls in the courtyard, came to Ange.

"Congratulations, Miss Perfectionist of this salon. Now come with me to the attic to receive your reward and laurel wreath."

Deendra gave Ange a beautiful and charming smile and slowly extended her right hand, which was covered by a black velvet glove.

Not to be outdone, Ange flashed a professional, saintly smile. "It's my pleasure, Ms. Diendra."

Anjie: System, is it just my imagination? Why do I feel like this old woman is staring at my face? Is she lusting after my body?

P.S.: It's been a while since I asked for any votes. You guys wouldn't have the heart not to give them to me and then watch me begging and groveling, right?

P.S.: None of my guesses about the Outer Gods yesterday were correct! Don't even bother guessing the Source Pillar Gods anymore. If Ange could tear apart that level with her bare hands, she wouldn't have been the one being the bottom that night!!!

Section 35, Chapter 34: The Terrifying Collection

Ange naturally didn't believe that Diendra chose her because of her unconventional behavior.

Amidst the envious gazes of the girls in the courtyard, Ange followed Diendra into the attic.

As the door behind them creaked shut, candles on the surrounding walls were lit at the same time. In the dim candlelight, the simple and elegant interior exuded a mysterious sense of dread.

The attic was empty.

Despite being a lady adored by all the noble ladies, she had no servants in her room, which was completely contrary to the lifestyle of the nobility.

Diendra turned around and looked at Ange with a smile. "So, could this nun tell me why you've come to the salon?"

Anjie wasn't surprised that the other party could guess her identity.

After all, the strong aura of light emanating from him and the church demeanor ingrained in his very being were hard to conceal from a discerning person.