You've found the Gusha-hime Knight, so put your hair up in a bun!

"It's nothing, I just think you're kind of cute."

"Ugh, could you please pick a moment to say something like that..."

Arya, easily embarrassed, blushed slightly and said coquettishly.

Shiloh smiled slightly, thinking that rather than being naturally naive, Arya was more of a highly adaptable person in some ways.

Because they believe these people deserve to die, it is only natural to take away all their lives, and they do not need to feel any guilt.

Upon observing a group of slaves being herded towards a carriage by guards, Shiloh and Arya exchanged a glance, nodded, and then discreetly slipped into the carriage.

"It's a bit crowded..."

The carriage is spacious laterally, but only barely long enough for a person to turn sideways.

"Just bear with it, it'll be fine once we get out."

Shiloh held Arya's slender, soft waist and whispered.

"But……"

Aria bit her lip, a blush rising to her face, and didn't continue speaking.

Because of the cramped space and the fact that Shiloh was holding her, Arya felt unusually hot and stuffy.

It's clear that Stuart's slave trade was high-end, catering to discerning nobles. As a result, the transport wagons were meticulously cleaned and even scented.

Because of her position, Arya was pressed against the wall of the enclosed space of the carriage, her head resting on Shiro's arm. She could clearly smell the warm scent of the sun emanating from him, and her heartbeat quickened slightly.

creak-

Suddenly, the carriage lurched, and it became clear that the slaves had been herded onto the carriage.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of wheels turning began, and a slight shaking sensation started to appear.

They haven't gotten out of here yet, so Aria doesn't dare make a sound, afraid of being discovered by the people above.

But as the journey became bumpy, Arya, who was half-lying on Shiloh, seemed to bump into something and couldn't help but groan.

After setting up a soundproof prayer barrier, Arya groped her way to Shiloh's ear in the dark and asked suspiciously, "What weapon are you carrying? The hilt of your sword poked me just now, it's so hard."

Shiloh was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "Actually, this is my most precious weapon. Would you like to try touching it?"

"Ok?"

Hearing what Shiloh said, Aria blinked her pale golden eyes in surprise.

After all, given Shiloh's family background, he has plenty of valuable items, but there doesn't seem to be anything that he would introduce so solemnly.

Intrigued, Arya nodded, wondering what could possibly elicit such a response from Shiloh.

Shiloh sensed the extent of Arya's nod, and in the darkness, a playful smile appeared on his face. He then took her small hand and reached down.

"Hey, be careful with your movements, you have to be very gentle, okay?"

"I know..."

Arya felt that Shiloh's choice of words was a bit strange, but she didn't think much of it, assuming that he treasured the weapon and that's why he wanted her to be gentle.

Aria raised an eyebrow, feeling the astonishing heat emanating from her fingertips as her slender fingers touched the weapon's hilt through the fabric. A hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

As the eldest daughter of the Wayne family, Aria had never seen a weapon hilt that was this warm under normal conditions.

Generally speaking, some weapons that are engraved with fire elemental magic or prayer markings will only generate high temperatures when activated.

However, Shiloh clearly did not activate the weapon, which made Arya feel somewhat strange.

Seriously, would anyone actually install a hand-warming function on the handle of a weapon?

A hint of confusion flashed in Aria's innocent, beautiful eyes; she couldn't understand what kind of design was all show and no substance.

However, based on his understanding of Shiro, it was clear that the other party was not the kind of person who valued aesthetics very much, so this weapon must have some highly practical function, it's just that he hadn't discovered it yet.

So, while the carriage was still inside the basement, Aria focused her attention, her jade-like fingers touching, kneading, and gripping the weapon's hilt. By touch, she sketched the weapon's shape in her mind, while simultaneously brainstorming all possible uses.

Although Arya appears quiet and gentle, a typical well-behaved young lady, her actions of accepting guild missions and indirectly going out to protect herself from the wind reveal that her heart is not entirely at peace, and one could even say that she harbors rebellious tendencies.

Under Shiloh's encouragement, Arya's mind is gradually breaking free of its shackles, releasing the things that have been suppressed deep within her.

This includes the girl's slight refusal to admit defeat.

Although both are direct descendants of the Chosen Holy Family, all the events in the City of Hifil were orchestrated by Shiloh.

Of course, Arya had no objection to Shiloh's arrangements. After all, if it weren't for him, this beautiful city, the land favored by the moon goddess, would probably have been engulfed in a bloody storm.

Arya admires and idolizes Shiloh, but the competitive spirit among peers still occasionally stirs within her.

For example, right now, Aria thought to herself, since she couldn't compare to Shiloh in terms of strategic planning, she couldn't lose in terms of vision... at the very least, they had to be evenly matched!

So Aria used all the appraisal skills she had honed in the family's treasure vault to scan the weapon up and down again and again.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard Aria racked her brains, she still couldn't come to the right conclusion.

She tried giving two answers, but Shiloh denied them both, trying not to laugh.

Naïve Aria thought that Shiloh's suppressed laughter was mocking her for not recognizing the weapon, so the girl pouted in dissatisfaction and muttered, "What are you laughing at?! If it weren't for the fabric covering it, I would definitely recognize it..."

Upon hearing this, Xiluo said with great interest, "Oh? It's not that I can't take it out, but once this treasure of mine is exposed to the light, I'll have to pay a price. Can Arya bear that price?"

Arya was taken aback by this statement, but then she thought that since Shilo wouldn't hurt her anyway, it didn't matter.

"Okay, okay, hurry up and take it out."

Arya nodded repeatedly, her eyes devoid of any other thoughts, only a desire for victory.

Upon hearing this, Xi Luo finally couldn't help but grin, then chuckled, accompanied by the sound of clothes rubbing together, and then released the divine weapon.

Before releasing, Shiloh turned to the side, as the vertical space was narrow and he didn't want to be hit head-on.

However, after turning to the side, Shiro was already very close to Arya, and the divine weapon could not be straightened at such a short distance, so it tilted and pressed against Arya's soft and warm lower abdomen.

"Eek! It's so hot...?"

Aria's delicate body trembled, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared in her beautiful eyes.

When I touched it through the fabric, the temperature seemed acceptable, but I never expected that the actual temperature of this weapon would be so astonishing after it was released!

"Won't it get too hot to keep this weapon close to your body?"

For some reason, when Aria felt the tip of the handle about a little above her navel, she instinctively trembled. She felt her body being infected by this unsettling heat, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

"I'm used to it."

Shiloh answered casually, but Aria suddenly felt a pang of sympathy, thinking that he must have gone through something to keep such a high-temperature weapon close to his body all the time.

"Okay, aren't we going to continue with the testing?"

Shiloh put his arm around Arya's waist to bring her back to her senses.

After nodding, Aria continued to reach out her small hand. The moment she touched it, an intense heat surged into her body, turning her pale fingertips pink.

Arya bit her lip lightly, suppressing the strange throbbing in her heart, then gently pressed her lips against it, measuring the complete shape.

Darkness obscured her vision, but based on the complete tactile feedback from her hands, Aria constructed the weapon's true form in her mind...

When the truth was revealed in her mind, Aria realized that she had been deceived!

Whoosh—!

When that lewd image appeared in her mind, Aria's brain went blank for a moment, then her beautiful eyes widened, and she tried to pull her hand back, but was stopped by Shiloh.

"You...you...you...you—?!!"

Arya felt her temples throbbing, and the loud pounding of her own heart was clearly audible in her ears. Her fair and beautiful face flushed with embarrassment and indignation.

"What kind of weapon is this?!"

Arya's low, embarrassed question was so cute that it made Shiloh's smile grow even wider.

"Look at what you're saying, how can this not be considered a weapon?"

Having said that, as if to prove his point, Shiloh leaned forward.

Feeling the magic rod sliding against her navel through the fabric, Aria tensed her body, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

No wonder I couldn't tell what kind of weapon it was; it turns out the origin of this weapon was in my physiology textbook!

Arya transformed into a steampunk princess, like a little lamb whose vulnerable neck had been bitten by a big bad wolf, frozen in place.

He tried to sneak away to create some distance, but Aria was pressed against the wall and couldn't move at all.

Only then did the girl realize with a start that she seemed to have already fallen into the jaws of the big bad wolf, Xi Luo, without her even noticing.

"Well, I think I already said that if you want to see my treasure, you'll have to pay a price, right?"

"..."

Arya did not answer; even in the darkness, Shiloh's burning gaze made her face flush.

Seeing no reply, Shilo poked Arya's belly button in annoyance and asked teasingly, "Where's the response?"

"Eek! Don't poke me with that..."

Arya shrank back in embarrassment and anger. After learning what the weapon was, the burning heat in her palms turned sour, making her extremely flustered.

Anyway, anyway, it's definitely something lewd...

Arya thought to herself, then frowned and said, "Really, no matter what, we can't do that kind of thing here, can we?"

Hearing Arya's resistant tone, Shiloh suddenly understood what she meant, and then explained, "Hey, Ser. Ser isn't just about that kind of thing, you know? There's a lot more to do before the last step."

"what?"

Arya raised her head, her eyes filled with confusion.

What do you mean by "besides that thing, there are many other things to do"?

Even through the darkness, Shiloh sensed the girl's confusion, so he smiled, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something, making Aria's face flush even more.

Chapter 72 Blackthorn, Begins to Spread (Part 2)

"You...you can do this..."

Arya's voice gradually lowered as she pondered the possibility of this approach and realized that, in principle, it seemed feasible.

"Of course you can! Even if I were in a real hurry, I wouldn't 'eat' you in a place like this, would I?"

Shiloh deliberately emphasized the word "eat," the meaning of which was self-evident.

Arya rolled her eyes at Shiloh, then breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that although he was obsessed with being the Big Bad Wolf, he still had some principles.

Just like Arya's personality, once she believes something is right and taken for granted, she will do it without any burden, just like how she treats Shiloh.

Since you've already decided to trust him and work together to regain your freedom, not only is this the case, but even the final step is something that should happen in the future.

Aside from the unsuitable environment, nothing else seemed to have reached the point where things would naturally fall into place, so Arya still felt a little uneasy about taking that final step.

However, this kind of thing is much simpler. Although Arya is not a nun, she is a prayer master after all, so it's not a problem for her to occasionally play the role in front of Shiro.

Begin the prayer!

After letting go of her burden, Aria held on again, and even had the leisure to conduct a field study of the knowledge she had learned in her physiology class.

"Hmm... I'm saying, isn't there something wrong with your development? You're much bigger than the pictures in textbooks and the theoretical average..."

As she touched him, Aria subconsciously swallowed, wondering if she could really take on such a top-tier villain one-on-one.

Hard to say...

"What do you mean by developmental abnormality? This is called extraordinary talent. Can't you speak?"

Shiloh lightly tapped Arya's head, causing the girl to let out a soft "ouch," before her chest was bumped by the other's forehead.

Initially, Arya's movements were guided by Shiloh.

With her soft, warm palms gently clenching her fists and her slender, jade-like fingers forming a circle, Arya quickly learned to knead the object skillfully without Shiro's guidance.

However, after stroking for a while, the weapon in her hand showed no signs of resting; on the contrary, it became even more vigorous, pressing against her navel until it was a little uncomfortable. A faint, fragrant sweat was slowly seeping out from her trousers, making the inside of her plump thighs feel sticky...

"Hmm~ If you keep doing this, won't you feel uncomfortable?"

Aria pursed her pink lips, let out a soft moan, and then looked up to ask.

Upon hearing this, Xi Luo raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "A little, and we don't have much time left. The terrain has already changed, and we're probably running wildly on some mountain road now."

"We'll have to start in about ten minutes."

"Um... I... I'm still too stupid, I'm sorry..."