Chapter 2015 - 543: Humans Are Truly Terrifying_2

Erin swallowed.

"Could it be my brother..."

"Your brother has no reason to do this." Theresa shook her head, her voice solemn as she continued, "I'm worried that it's Miss Yaya's unspeakable plot... She deliberately erased her traces to numb your vigilance!"

It's a pity that Miss Yaya is not here, otherwise she would definitely jump up excitedly and say, "That's right, that's exactly what I planned!"

The fool from the Padric family isn't that cunning; she'd probably be the type to hand the strategy against the Demon King to Lorian for analysis because she'd be too lazy to read it due to its length.

Faced with Theresa's relentless pressuring, Erin's fingers tightly twisted her skirt hem, her voice gradually becoming somewhat trembling.

"Then... what about them..."

"Something might have already happened!"

"Something happened?!"

"Like a scandal or something."

"...A scandal? Is it having tea together or..."

She couldn't say the rest aloud, but her suddenly flushed face said it all. Her previous certainty vanished, replaced by flustered unease.

As the instigator, Theresa was oblivious, following the retreating Erin from the window to the fireplace, the glow of the Magic Crystal Lamp illuminating her determined profile.

"Your Highness, what I shared above was hearsay, and below is my analysis. If you don't want to hear it, pretend I never said it... I won't mention it again in the future."

That clearly didn't seem like she intended to stop, looking at Theresa's face that seemed like she'd choke if she couldn't finish speaking, kind Miss Erin swallowed hard, gripping the collar of her dress and bracing for impact.

"Well... go ahead."

Theresa's face lit up with joy, then she concealed it, solemnly continuing.

"Miss Mitiya from the Holy City traveled alone from her hometown to this distant land. Such heartfelt sincerity, were it any man, would probably be captivated. Frankly speaking... if I were a man, I might not withstand such deep affection either."

Erin: "...?"

Ignoring the dazed princess, Theresa placed both hands on Erin's shoulders, stopping her from running away further, her tone turning unprecedentedly serious.

"Your Highness. Although I lack experience in such matters, based on my knowledge and understanding of battlefield situations, I believe you are currently at a disadvantage. This is not me fearmongering; if we don't muster the courage to break through the enemy lines in one go, defeat is only a matter of time!"

"Defe-defeat is..."

"It means the flag of another is raised over your castle!"

"Then, what should I do?"

"Launch an attack immediately!"

Attack?

How could she attack?

Could it be...

Erin's heart pounded fiercely, slamming against her chest.

Her mind flashed again to that beautiful night, the scorching heat charging across the inner and outer walls, sweeping all her fatigue and hesitation into a whirlpool.

If she were to take it further, perhaps it could only be... that sort of thing.

Just as her thoughts flew to the top of the castle, she hastily stepped back a few paces, like touching an electric shock, freeing herself from the hands resting on her shoulders, avoiding meeting Theresa's encouraging eyes.

"At-at-attack? Such a thing... is too shameless..."

At least...

Such a thing shouldn't be initiated by herself, right?

It should happen in a room filled with incense, both slightly drunk, drawing closer under the guidance of candlelight... If that were the case, she might reluctantly take the initiative.

Just as Erin's thoughts flew out of the nine heavens, Theresa was smiling as she placed her fist against her chest.

"Your Highness, please don't worry, I will never let you fight alone... I will help you!"

"...?"

Erin was stupefied.

Help?

How... could she help?

While her brain was lagging, Theresa had already gone to the side of the luggage, returning with a velvet-covered wooden box in hand.

She solemnly handed the box to Erin, looking at the latter's bewildered face, she said.

"Your Highness, this is something Lady Antonie left with me. She said there would be a day when you would need it, and then I must hand over this decisive weapon to you."

Lady Antonie?

Erin was left speechless.

From her impression of that gentle and virtuous lady, she seemed never to have been involved in those mysterious atmospheres.

Is it a Magic Device?

Or a Magic Scroll to magnify charm...

With feelings of apprehension and anticipation intertwined, Erin inexplicably reached out, using her trembling fingertip to gently pry open the golden clasp.

The lid sprung open.

No gleam of magic power, no dazzling gemstones.

Lying on the black velvet lining, it seemed to be merely a light fabric that might fly away at any moment... uh, cloth?

Upon closer inspection, Erin even suspected it was leftover material from tailoring clothes.

The semi-transparent black chiffon robe was so light it could be blown away by her breath, the intricate lace patterns like Mandalas blooming in the night, the fabric less modest than shame, exuding an overwhelming boldness and indulgence.

Erin stared intently at the fabric in the box, her emerald green pupils shaking like an earthquake, her brain almost stopped thinking instantly.

This is definitely not a decent outfit! Wearing this thing or not makes no difference?

No—

This tantalizingly designed attire is more blasphemous than not wearing anything!