The Fake Saintess and the Elf Warrior

"It hurts... Tatya?"

Naka stared in disbelief at Tatia's uncharacteristic behavior. Tatia, who had been feigning kindness just moments before, was now completely exposed. Her smile was no longer the sunny, warm smile Naka knew; instead, it was filled with a twisted, lifeless malice, controlled by desire. "I only called you here because I was locked up here. Sister Naka, you really have no suspicions..."

"What...what do you want to do?"

Sensing danger and an ominous premonition from Tatia's words, Naka frantically shook her body, trying to break free from her control. However, Tatia's hands were unexpectedly strong, and no matter how much Naka struggled, she could not escape Tatia's grasp.

Tatya ignored Naka's resistance. She simply muttered to herself...

"You just said that I found you by chance, but that's not really the case."

She slowly brought her nose close to Naka's chest, pressing hard on her left breast and repeatedly inhaling.

"I found you by following your scent, Naka!"

"Smell, odor?"

"I can never, ever mistake Naka's scent. I know it all. Naka, you secretly watched me train at the simulation training hall today, didn't you? That's proof that you value me a lot—but you said you had no opinion of me that day... You're such a big liar!"

Not only her expression, but even Tatya's tone became incredibly strange. This wasn't the Tatya Naka remembered, not the Tatya she wanted to see. Naka fought back even harder, even kicking Tatya's body violently.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

"It's no use. I'm not the same person I used to be. I only became this strong for you, Naka-nee, so I could help you and not be a burden to you."

Tatia's stats have always been higher than Naka's, who is a saintess. However, before enrolling, Tatia was no match for Naka in a one-on-one fight. But after a period of intensive training, Tatia is completely different from before. She is now much stronger than when she enrolled. Her level has increased by 3, reaching 12. All of Saintess Naka's attacks at level 4 can no longer cause her any damage.

Taqia deftly pulled Naka's hands together, grasping both of Naka's wrists with her left hand and raising them high. Her free right hand then gently stroked Naka's cheek.

"Let's get back to the point. Sister Naka, this is my opinion of you."

"Wh...what...?"

"Isn't Sister Jasmine misunderstanding us, thinking we're a couple in a relationship?"

Her right hand moved away from Naka's face, and she lifted Naka's chin.

Let her misunderstanding become the truth.

drifting further and further apart

In the hotel in Isard, as Jasmine used her divergent thinking to imagine the relationship between Tatsia and Naka, Tatsia could only sit there shyly, speechless. At that time, she never thought, nor dared to think, that she and the unattainable Naka would become that kind of person. She also felt that it was impossible for two women to develop to that point.

But now, all that shyness and shame had vanished from her heart. Tatia was determined to turn Jasmine's fantasies into reality.

Taqia extended her right thumb, which was supporting Naka's chin, and pressed it against Naka's rosy lips.

"Naka's lips haven't been touched by anyone yet, have they?"

"Takia, do you... do you know what you're doing right now?"

"Huh? Of course I know."

"Then, why is that...?"

"How oblivious, Naka. I've gone to such lengths, and you still don't understand what I'm trying to do?"

As Tatsia spoke, she moved closer to Naka. Their faces were now separated by only a thin sheet of paper. Their breathing and rapid heartbeats were clearly audible. At this distance, Tatsia finally spoke her heart.

"I did this to get you, Naka."

"What...no, don't!"

From her words, Naka sensed an unprecedented crisis. She struggled again with all her might. But her head and hands were firmly controlled by Tatsia's immense strength. She couldn't even turn her face to the side, forced to look at Tatsia's terrifying face that was closing in on her.

"Ta, Tatya...please...don't..."

No matter the life-or-death battle, the predicament, the formidable enemy... even the former Demon King, nothing had ever frightened Naka. But now, Naka's body trembled uncontrollably. This unfamiliar Tatia before her instilled a fear deeper than any demon she had ever seen. Naka didn't know what had happened to Tatia to make her appear so strange and dangerous. She could only stare at Tatia with terrified eyes, pitifully begging for mercy. But her trembling voice was utterly ineffective in stopping the out-of-control Tatia.

Rather, the more Naka begged for mercy, the more excited Tatya felt, a feeling she had never experienced before. Naka was now nothing more than a doll that Tatya could do with as she pleased.

The being she should have respected above all, the one she held in high esteem, was now trembling with fear in her hands, revealing a side she had never seen before. This only fueled Tatya's sadistic urges. The immoral feeling of manipulating someone more important than her benefactor was more addictive than she had imagined. To Tatya, Naka's terrified appearance was nothing short of an enticement to be even more brutal. Tatya now only wanted to use her hands to get to know more and more of the new face Naka, who remained calm in all circumstances, a side she had never shown before. She wanted to torture her, to ravage her, to wreak havoc on her. Tatya had fallen into an uncontrollable madness. Obtaining Naka was now her only thought and purpose.

Seeing Nakana's face contorted with fear, Tatsia stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth.

"Naka, I wonder how long you can keep that cold, poker-faced expression on your face. Okay, relax, and remember this moment..."

After saying that, Tatia leaned forward. Their four lips pressed tightly together.

Tatsia wasn't sure if she had done it correctly or not. It was her first time kissing someone. But the electric shock-like sensation that coursed through her body the moment their lips touched, along with Naka's sweet, fragrant breath, was irresistible. For a fourteen-year-old girl with no prior experience, Tatsia initially only intended to kiss once and then let go. But the intense temptation drew her deeper and deeper until she couldn't resist. Instinctively, she learned to take it a step further.

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A feeling of blissful paradise washed over Tatsia. She finally understood why people in love often engaged in behaviors that she had previously considered somewhat unhygienic. She then intensified her demands for more pleasure from Naka.

However, this action did not evoke the same feelings in Naka. Instead, it made Naka feel incredibly nauseous and confused.

"What...what is she doing? Why is she pressing her lips to mine? Why is she sticking her tongue in?"

Naka is a pure-blooded demon. Born in a demon kingdom where only strength matters and survival depends on the flesh and blood of one's own kind. While demons reproduce, they don't engage in romantic acts like kissing. Based on Naka's knowledge of human physiology, humans don't need to do this to reproduce. Therefore, in Naka's eyes, the mysterious act of kissing, with its unclear purpose, only instills more fear in her. Tatsia's declaration of love not only failed to answer her questions but also further fueled Naka's resistance.

"Ugh! Ugh! #￥!...

She twisted her body again, kicking and thrashing at Tatsia. But Tatsia paid no attention to these trivial matters, which were nothing to her, and Naka's struggles remained fruitless.

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She didn't know why Tatsia did this. Tatsia said, "That's how she sees Naka." She could sense that it wasn't a malicious opinion, but it was far removed from how Naka saw her and what Naka hoped their relationship would be.

How long would this continue? Naka didn't know. Her mouth was gagged, and she was powerless to do anything. The choice of when to separate rested solely with Tatsia. She had no freedom left except to satisfy Tatsia.

But if the "disguise" were removed, even at Lv12, Tatia wouldn't be able to withstand even the tip of the iceberg of the Demon King's occasional leaked magic power; she would be instantly evaporated. Naka now possesses the right and ability to remove the "disguise." But for some reason, she didn't. Even though it was incredibly humiliating, incredibly painful, incredibly sorrowful, she silently endured all of Tatia's desires directed at her. Even when she could no longer bear it, she didn't choose to solve the problem with power. Instead, she shed tears representing all the emotions in her heart at that moment.

"ah..."

Noticing something wet on the tip of her nose, Tatsia instinctively moved her mouth away and began to back away. Only then did she realize that Naka was crying.

Naka, who is always so strong, who never shed a tear even when being torn apart by the wolf demons and on the verge of death, and who always warned Tatya not to cry, now has her face covered in tears.

"Na, Sister Naka..."

Tatsia only wanted to express her love for Naka, but it led to an outcome she didn't want. Tatsia quickly pulled her hand out of Naka's clothes. No longer under Tatsia's control, Naka's body slumped against the wall like a puppet with its strings cut.

"That's so mean... Why did you do such a thing..."

Naka covered her face with her hands, sobbing and asking questions incessantly. Seeing her like this, Tatsia finally came to her senses somewhat from the frenzy of the past few days. She realized that she had messed something up again.

"No, that's not it, Sister Naka, I..."

"Do not touch me!"

Tatsia reached out to help Naka up. But to Naka, her outstretched hand was a terrifying hand of desire. She swung her arm sharply, striking Tatsia's hand to prevent her from touching her again.

"I...I..."

Controlled by strange emotions, she unknowingly allowed the dark side of her own heart to dictate her feelings. When she finally came to her senses, she realized she had committed an unforgivable crime. She wanted to apologize, but she couldn't even form a complete sentence.

Naka managed to stand up, albeit unsteadily, by supporting herself against the wall.

"I... I need to go back. If I leave now, I should still be able to leave before closing time..."

"Sister Naka..."

"Don't call me Sister Naka!"

Tatsia leaned forward slightly, and Naka covered her already tattered body, screaming shrilly. Tatsia had no choice but to stand still and not move forward any further.

Naka, her steps faltering and slow, made her way towards the gate. With her back to Tatsia, she uttered the last words she wanted to say.

"Takia... let's not see each other for a while. I won't tell anyone about what happened today... let's calm down. Neither you nor I..."

After saying this, Naka left without a word.

After an unknown amount of time, Tatia finally spoke to herself in the deserted training hall.

"Why did it turn out like this...?"

With a thud, Tatsia knelt on the ground.

She didn't want to hurt Naka. She just wanted Naka to know the feelings she had for her. She was inarticulate and didn't know how to express herself. This naive fourteen-year-old girl, driven by the words and desires of others, committed a reckless and reckless act of violence, causing irreparable consequences.

Tatia could tell. The look in Naka's eyes before she left wasn't filled with anger, but with sadness and disappointment.

Naka was clearly a benefactor who always put her first and always considered her best interests above all else. The sacrifices she made for her, despite being strangers, were probably beyond what anyone else could have done. She should have been the person Tatsia respected and loved most, yet she had suffered such injustice. Tatsia herself wasn't even capable of repaying these kindnesses, yet she hadn't considered Naka's feelings and had unilaterally vented her own selfish desires on her, causing her pain and despair. How was this any different from repaying kindness with enmity?

"Why am I always like this..."

While her parents were alive, she failed to fulfill her filial duties and couldn't care for them until their final days. After their deaths, she lost control of herself towards the people she should have cherished most. Looking back now, she can hardly believe that those aggressive words and actions came from her own hands. She is an unforgivable sinner for committing those horrific acts.

Suddenly, she raised both hands and slapped herself across the face. Each slap was delivered with all her might, each one making her dizzy. Even so, even with her cheeks flushed red and blood seeping from her mouth, Tatsia did not slow down or lessen her force.

She couldn't leave before the door was locked that night, and like Oz that day, she was locked in the training gym for the entire night. It wasn't until the next morning that the person who opened the door found her still whipping herself, her head swollen, her face covered in dark blue bruises and bloodstains.

After leaving the training hall, Naka squatted alone under a dim tree, hugging her knees and crying bitterly.

"Your Majesty, I've come to report on today's events... Your Majesty? What is it?!"

Farn seemed to have been busy with official duties and had only just had time to return and check on Naka's situation. But as soon as he turned on the detector, he discovered that his adopted daughter had undergone a strange change.

Even Fan, who raised Naka, had never seen her cry. She, who always faced any hardship or formidable enemy with unwavering composure, was now weeping like an ordinary girl. This was an extremely unusual situation, unprecedented in hundreds of years. Fan, disregarding the formalities between ruler and subject, urgently asked as Naka's adoptive father...

"Kalena! What happened? What's wrong? Did someone bully you?"

"No...no..."

"What exactly is going on?!"

There's nothing there...

"How could there not be! I've known you for hundreds of years and I've never seen you cry before! Something must have happened! Tell me, what's wrong! If anyone has disrespected you, I'll send an assassin to bring you their head right now!"

"..."

No matter how much Fan asked, Naka remained silent. Even after Tatsia's actions, Naka upheld her promise not to tell anyone until the very end. Fan, his voice hoarse from asking, still got nothing. He could only tell her, "Tell me when you're ready to talk. I'm always here to listen."

That night, Naka didn't return to her dormitory either. Throughout the night, the events from when she first met Tatsia to the present day flashed through her mind repeatedly. She wanted to know where things had gone wrong. But no matter how many times she recalled them, she couldn't find the answer.

Because of Tatsia's innocence and her refusal to succumb to her unfortunate fate, Naka decided to help and protect her, even when forced to endure humiliation. Even using the excuse of "I still need her," which no longer fooled Fan, as a shield, she never actually killed Tatsia, who was no longer of much use. She even prepared herself to become Tatsia's new family member in order to protect her from Mitian. However, Tatsia didn't seem to see her that way. Naka couldn't understand Tatsia's thoughts, nor could she understand her actions today. She only knew that if Tatsia's true nature was like this, then the day of their true separation might be imminent.

If that's the case with Tatia, Naka wouldn't have helped her in the first place.

Her relationship with her began with a false lie. And now, that relationship, too, has crumbled and drifted apart because of the lie itself.

They currently know nothing about the future that awaits them.

The author's words:

To avoid regulation, this chapter uses a very roundabout way of describing some behaviors. Hopefully, it won't be censored.

At this point in the story, although the two female protagonists have made significant progress in their physical intimacy, the emotional distance between them has become as vast as it was at their first meeting. How to recognize one's own feelings, and also the feelings of the other, and then reach a consensus—this emotional journey and the final choice—will be the focus of the following sections. I hope you, the readers, will continue to accompany me to the end. Thank you.

Reunion after 20 years

On the top floor of the main teaching building of the Sunflower Town Adventurers' School lies the office of the school's founder, Fros. Yes, not just one room, but the entire floor is his space. Only those with important business to attend to, or those invited by Fros, can come here. Fros usually handles his official duties here.

Now sitting before Frost was the boy he had summoned: Oz. This was the first time Frost had seen him since the opening ceremony. So many days had passed, and he had many questions he wanted to ask Oz.

"Oz, how do you feel about school life?"

"Hmm, it's alright."

Oz answered casually. It didn't seem like an answer he'd given after careful consideration. Frost frowned.

Has nothing happened around you?

"Uncle, why are you asking this?"

"I've only asked two questions, are you getting impatient?"

"...No"

Even though he denied it, Fros could tell that Oz, who seemed distracted, actually wanted to finish quickly and go home. However, Fros wasn't going to let him go so easily.

He embarrassed himself in front of everyone at the opening ceremony, and Ms. Wolse also mentioned that he skipped class on the first day of school... These problems really gave this veteran adventurer who had seen countless people a headache... However, Frost did not call him here for these reasons.

The important thing is that Oz suddenly seemed like a different person, attending classes diligently and following training instructions conscientiously. This arrogant, haughty boy couldn't have changed so dramatically without reason. That's what Frost was concerned about.

"Then tell me in detail, okay? What have you seen and heard in the past week or so since you came to this school? And what are your thoughts?"

"It's really nothing."

"Really? I heard you got into some trouble in the cafeteria the other day... Is that what you call nothing serious?"

"Uncle, you...you knew all along?"

That incident was a dark chapter in Oz's history that he didn't want to recall. But it had already reached Frost's ears. Oz had no choice but to tell the truth. He started by recounting how he was inexplicably knocked unconscious by Tatsia, and then went on to talk about the saintess who had shattered his understanding of the world. However, Oz didn't know that the saintess's name was Naka. He only described her based on her features as a "small saintess with short silver hair."

That day marked a turning point in Oz's actions. However, Frost didn't know the specifics. After hearing Oz's description, Frost seemed to recall some of the saint he had mentioned.