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“I can’t see through Torina Deville,” said the system as soon as I returned to my room that night.
“What do you mean by ‘can’t see through her’?”
“I can analyze a person’s motives through their behavior, speech, micro-expressions, heart rate, and neural signals, but Deville is an exception.
Before her rehabilitation, she was just a talented but morally bankrupt noblewoman.
But after she returned, I couldn’t see through her, couldn’t analyze or predict her.”
“So, that’s why you keep warning me to stay away from her?”
“The real danger always comes from the unknown.
Never trust anyone you can’t see through, so don’t be fooled by her gentle approach.
This is my solemn warning.”
“How do you know she’s definitely deceiving me?”
“How do you know she’s not deceiving you? She used to be one of those who treated you like a servant, ignoring the injustices you suffered.
But just because you went on an adventure with her for a day, you’ve let your guard down?”
“Of course not! But—you also said ‘danger comes from the unknown,’ right? Well, then, I need to see what she’s really up to!”
Meanwhile—
“Ah, this is the life~~” Torina had once again booked the entire bathhouse, calling in a group of beautiful maids to massage her shoulders, legs, and bathe her.
The life of the rich is indeed wonderful.
While enjoying herself, she still had to mentally review the day’s events.
(It turns out, Milora’s thoughts aren’t that stubborn.
As long as you treat her sincerely, she can listen.)
The original Protagonist was the same way—ruthless, but sometimes compassionate.
After all, this is a book for the masses, so the Protagonist’s values can’t be too skewed.
The problem is… the author isn’t very good at writing plots, or rather, at writing “reasonable” plots.
So the main storyline relies entirely on the system’s guidance.
Wherever the system tells the Protagonist to go, she goes.
Whoever the system tells her to pay attention to, she does.
This way, the author doesn’t have to bother with the cause and effect of events and settings, and readers don’t have to waste brainpower thinking about the plot’s twists and turns.
They just need to enjoy the ride with the Protagonist.
But this isn’t a novel; this is reality.
In reality, this Protagonist is essentially being pushed along by the system—more accurately, by the “narrative force.” She’s a tool for the author and readers to project themselves onto, which makes her seem a bit pitiful.
(In the original, after the Protagonist was kicked out of the team, the system immediately helped her adjust her plan.
After all, she had secretly taken the relic key when she left the team, so she just needed to get the cheat item… But now?)
She wanted Milora to feel a sense of belonging to the team and not leave to find that cheat item, but this completely contradicted the system’s agenda.
Even if she successfully won over Milora, that paranoid control-freak system would probably cause trouble.
The real issue isn’t Milora herself, but the system…
“No, ultimately, the decision is Milora’s! I must conquer her mind and body, even if I have to be forceful!”
Torina suddenly stood up, shouting to encourage herself!
The maids serving her heard this and thought to themselves—
(((((The carnivorous woman is going to torment an innocent girl, ahhhhhhh!)))))
The next day—
Milora woke up to find herself in a beauty salon in town, aimed at female Adventurers, with her arms tied behind her back on a chair.
“Where is this?”
“A beauty salon.
After dungeon crawling and monster fighting, it’s inevitable that your appearance will get rough.
Many female Adventurers with spare money come for regular maintenance,” Torina said with a sly smile.
“Why am I tied to a chair? Let me go!”
“Afraid you’ll run away.
Don’t worry, it’s just to make you look more refined.
You don’t pay enough attention to yourself.”
“Ugh, just kill me!”
“Hahaha, what a brave girl.
Then let the special program I prepared for you begin.”
With a snap of her fingers, four large beauticians in aprons filed in.
Judging by their confident eyes, radiant smiles, and an array of tools, they were clearly top-notch in their field!
“Hahaha, make her look beautiful, and I’ll reward you handsomely~”
“Hahaha, leave it to us.”
“No!!!!!!”
Two hours later—
Even Torina and the four beauticians were stunned.
The super beautiful girl tied to the chair… was Milora?
Her usually unruly hair was now neatly combed, with the ends curled into small waves, and the color had changed from a dull light gray to a brilliant silver.
With her messy bangs brushed aside, her face was finally visible.
Her small face and delicate features combined perfectly, reminiscent of a cute and clever feline.
The dead skin on her forehead, neck, palms, and knees was thoroughly cleaned, and her skin was washed with the most expensive potion, making her look much more vibrant.
Her fingers and toes were painted with light blue nail polish, matching her eyes, and contrasting with Torina’s red nail polish.
Milora stared blankly at the mirror, looking left and right, and dumbly said, “So, I have silver hair?”
“You didn’t know yourself!?” ← Beautician A
“I’m not sure… It was always gray.”
“Silver hair needs regular care, or it’ll quickly dull!” ← Beautician B
“I wash my hair regularly.”
“Washing and caring are two different things!” ← Beautician C
“It’s so troublesome and time-consuming…”
“If you want to look pretty, you can’t be afraid of trouble.
You have such a good foundation.” ← Beautician D
“………………”
Milora blushed.
She instinctively wanted to cover her face with her hands, but since they were still tied, she could only lower her head and bury her face in her lap.
This action was as cute as a rolling cat, making Torina drool, and Beautician A even slipped on a puddle of drool on the floor.
Ahem, back to business.
“Milora-chan, I also have an appointment at a clothing store.
Let’s go!”
“Wait—”
After much back and forth, Torina finally managed to strip Milora of her rustic village girl outfit, trying on outfit after outfit, finally settling on—
A white off-shoulder short-sleeve top + navy blue hot pants + crystal silk white stockings + strappy sandals.
A simple yet youthful outfit, paired with her dazzling silver hair and light blue eyes, even Patty would exclaim, “You are the true elf.”
By the way, Torina’s casual outfit was a black dress with red lining (she really likes the formal style), wearing black stockings and stuffy high boots, forming a mysterious symmetry with Milora.
“Do you like this outfit, Milora?”
“…It’s okay, but the shorts are too short.”
“That’s how hot pants are.”
“They show the base of my thighs.”
“They’re covered by stockings.”
“Just barely…”
“If you like it, why not buy it?”
“But I don’t have money to buy—”
“I’ll treat you.”
“I don’t accept charity.”
“It’s not charity, at least you gave me a feast for the eyes.”
“…Ugh, pervert.”
Milora said this, but her body honestly stood in front of the full-length mirror, occasionally making leg-raising and bending movements.
When she bent over, the too-short hot pants would ride up, slightly revealing the lower edge of her buttocks wrapped in white stockings; when she puffed out her chest, her perfectly sized C-cup would slightly lift the fabric at her chest… This unintentional display of allure made it hard for Torina to look away.
“…I feel like there’s a dangerous gaze on my back.”
“It’s your imagination~”
Torina isn’t a bad person, you know.
She just wants to win over the original Protagonist to avoid a bad ending.
Lusting after the youthful body of a girl two years younger than herself is definitely not part of her plan.
Really.
Really, really, really.
Milora, who was conflicted, was too focused on her clothes to notice the unusual silence of the system, which had been quiet until just now.
She had no idea what her friend in the ring was thinking at this moment.
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(Milora… I was here first… You only need to listen to me… Why!)
