Chapter 258
Due to the lack of a scent record for the red-haired girl, Her Highness Mary resorted to the most foolproof method: she applied the best-selling perfume on the girl. Generally speaking, such trivial details should go unnoticed.
How could she be so sensitive to scents? Are you a dog or something?
As she watched Tara's puzzled expression and her intention to move closer, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Merit's forehead.
No, she couldn't let her get any closer; she had to do something.
Merit's gaze quickly swept across the room, and in an instant, her eyes landed on the two doors within: one led to the changing room, and the other to the bathroom.
Behind those doors, Her Highness Mary had constructed nothing; opening them would reveal only a swirling mist.
The changing room? No, there were too many clothes and cabinets to construct, and time was running out.
Merit dashed toward the bathroom, her body slipping through the door like a ghost. She quickly raised her hands to construct, and the original mist began to reshape itself, conjuring an image of a luxurious bathroom from her imagination.
Just as she emerged from the bathroom, she spotted the archbishop, frowning and looking conflicted, seemingly about to ask something.
Merit pointed directly at the red-haired girl.
The girl, who had been observing the inscriptions, suddenly seemed to remember something and turned toward the bathroom, saying, "Wait for me outside."
Creating a false impression of bathing would allow her scent to transform into something else... perhaps that would work.
As the red-haired girl passed by Merit, she instinctively stepped aside to give her room, glancing at the girl's face and momentarily stunned.
This was the first time she had observed the girl so closely... Had Her Highness Mary perhaps embellished her construction a bit too much? Even as a woman, Merit couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration—there was not even a hint of jealousy.
Watching the girl push open the bathroom door, Merit seized the moment to slip into the adjacent changing room, beginning to construct the items inside.
After building it according to her memory of another changing room, Merit wiped away the nonexistent sweat from her forehead and stepped out. Just then, her pupils constricted slightly.
The archbishop, Tara, had her eyes half-closed, retracing the steps where the girl had just walked, taking deep breaths. When she reached the bathroom door, she stopped.
"Strange..."
Tara's hands were on her hips, her confusion still evident.
Merit watched in disbelief as Tara reached into her cloak, pulling out a piece of fabric that looked like it had been cut, pressing it to her face and inhaling deeply.
"Something's off; the scent on Lady Shaer is wrong... How could she have someone else's scent..."
Tara slowly bent down, retrieving a ritual knife from her boot.
Beneath her, several white shadows emerged, surrounding her as if to guard against the surroundings.
No! What are you doing?
Merit’s eyes widened as she watched Tara prepare to cut her own wrist with the ritual knife.
No?
Sister?!
It’s her scent that’s wrong! It’s not that something’s off with you! Why are you trying to hurt yourself?!
"Lady Shaer wouldn’t have a problem; it must be my fault..."
Tara pressed the knife against her wrist, a line of blood appearing. With the slightest movement, she could open a gash that would bleed profusely.
No, she couldn’t let her get hurt inside! If she was injured, the difficulty of constructing sensory perceptions would increase exponentially! It could even lead to the other side suddenly feeling no pain!
As long as the other party wasn’t thinking about pain, it would disappear!
She had to stop her!
Merit’s mind raced; the only person she could think of to stop Tara was the girl still in the bathroom.
"Tara?"
Under Merit's control, the girl in the bathroom spoke, halting Tara's actions.
"Yes, Lady Shaer, I’m here."
Tara quickly lowered the knife, kneeling at the bathroom door, speaking respectfully.
What now?
What should she do next?
The air fell silent for a moment, and realizing they couldn’t remain silent any longer, Merit steeled herself and had the girl inside say, "Come in."
"Huh?"
Tara paused, listening to the sound of water inside, confirming she hadn’t misheard, then slowly stood up and pushed open the bathroom door.
"Lady Shaer...?"
Merit and Tara almost saw the beautiful girl soaking in the bathtub at the same time. She watched as Tara stepped inside, raising a hand weakly to her forehead.
What to do... Was her first mission going to fail like this?
How long had she delayed that archbishop? Three minutes? Five minutes?
That time was definitely not enough for Her Highness Mary to complete her task.
Merit’s thoughts were completely in disarray. She instinctively controlled the beautiful girl named Shaer to say, "Come here, help me change."
What is this?! Isn’t that the tone you use to command a maid? But she was facing an archbishop!!!
"Of course, Lady Shaer."
But Tara seemed to have no complaints at all; instead, she picked up a nearby outfit and walked toward the bathtub.
Huh?
Is a dignified archbishop really okay with being ordered around like this?
She didn’t even question why there was a bathtub filled with clean hot water in a guest room’s bathroom.
The red-haired girl had already risen from the tub, preparing to step out, but at that moment, Merit was completely flustered. She hadn’t set up the action of "stepping out of the bathtub" for the red-haired girl. Her delicate foot accidentally caught the edge of the tub, and she toppled forward.
This is it; it’s all over now.
"Lady Shaer! Watch out!"
Tara rushed forward, raising her hand to shield Shaer, but seemingly unaware of the slippery floor, she fell flat on her back.
The naked red-haired girl landed on top of the archbishop, completely losing any semblance of authority.
The "character setting" had collapsed.
Merit watched the scene unfold, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
She could almost foresee the archbishop realizing that her superior had been replaced and coming to understand the dream.
But the archbishop, Tara, remained frozen, not moving an inch.
Since Merit had completely given up control, the red-haired girl lay there, motionless.
Merit found herself staring at the scene for a while, her face growing warm.
Well, since everything had already fallen apart, why not...
Let’s break it a little more, completely shatter the logic; maybe that would leave the other side stunned and buy her more time.
Merit controlled the red-haired girl to lean in and kiss Tara on the lips.
Feeling the softness of the lips, Tara’s mind nearly exploded. Almost instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the girl, turning to pin her down.
"Lady... Lady Shaer?"
Tara’s rationality seemed to exist for only a moment before being overwhelmed. She leaned down, quickly shedding her own clothes.
Merit stared in shock at everything happening inside, swallowing hard.
The sight of the two beautiful girls entwined made her heart race, her face flush. Her legs went weak, and she sank to the floor, watching the scene unfold, her hand instinctively moving downwards.
...
"Merit? Meris?"
"It’s over, Merit. You did great; you’ve outdone me."
"Merit?"
"Get a basin of water; don’t let her get lost in it any longer."
Splash—
Lying on the ground, Merit sprang up after the basin of water splashed over her, gasping for breath.
The blush on her face hadn’t faded, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together, slowly calming her heartbeat and breathing.
Thank goodness for that basin of water; it somewhat masked her embarrassment.
"Are you okay?"
The captain’s voice came from above.
Merit looked up at the captain, then quickly averted her gaze, seemingly losing all interest in the gentle captain, her mind filled with the earlier scene.
So this... is what the organization refers to, the different "pleasures" everyone is pursuing?
Is this what I’m meant to seek?
"How did you do it?"
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