Cleaning Up the Mess

Isa completely ignored Yuffie’s magic-deprived state.

She patted the raised curve on the bed, telling her to hurry up and make way.

“Can’t you just let me rest for a while?”

The spotless white robe was now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Under the influence of the moisture, the smooth silk became unprecedentedly translucent, clinging to her fair skin.

Although Yuffie knew that her delicate body was now outlined in an alluring silhouette beneath the clinging white robe, having lost all her strength, she had no intention of doing anything about it.

The only people in the room were her and Isa.

After Isa left, she would be the only one left.

Yuffie didn’t want to waste her energy on such a useless effort.

It was the same last time, anyway.

Just as she finished speaking, a pure white, lace-up nightgown was unceremoniously draped over Yuffie’s face.

“Her Highness specially prepared this for you last time when she saw you had no change of clothes. She told me to supervise you properly. If you still don’t change your clothes this time, she’ll spread the Saintess’s deeds far and wide.”

Although Isa felt that a prisoner of war didn’t deserve such good treatment, after watching Yuffie drink the potion last time, Su Ran had still had Isa prepare a change of clothes for her.

She even specifically instructed Isa to make Yuffie change, even if it meant using threats.

“What kind of witch’s pity is this? Or does the witch want to see my body? Truly a witch, even her quirks are so strange!”

Stroking the nightgown, also made of silk, Yuffie bit her pearly teeth and whispered in a barely audible voice.

“Are you going to wear it or not!?”

Hearing Yuffie’s words, Isa placed her hands on her hips, fuming.

“Her Highness was being kind, worried you’d catch a cold, and you dare to suspect her like this! Even if Her Highness wanted to look, I would be the one to satisfy her! I would never look at a Saintess like you, who has nothing to offer but her chest!”

As far as Isa knew, Su Ran had never mentioned such an excessive request in front of her.

Where would the kind of fetish Yuffie spoke of come from?

But now that Her Highness Su Ran was being slandered like this by Yuffie, Isa really couldn’t bear it.

“What! She really has a fetish for looking at female bodies?!”

Hearing that Isa didn’t completely deny her words, and even said she would satisfy Su Ran, Yuffie concluded that the witch Su Ran might very well have such a wicked taste.

“Just give up. Her Highness would never be interested in your vulgar body.”

Isa’s words were filled with trust in Su Ran, but as she said this, a seed of doubt still sprouted in her heart.

She had never encountered a body as vulgar as Yuffie’s in the Witch’s Society.

‘No! What’s so good about a brainless, big-chested Saintess like this?’

Although Isa’s heart wavered for a moment, she quickly extinguished the thought.

“Hurry up and change your clothes, then get up!”

Isa’s hands didn’t stop moving.

She threw a blanket over Yuffie, covering her curvaceous body, and urged her to change quickly.

Seeing Isa’s repeated urging, Yuffie burrowed her head under the blanket and began to move.

Before long, a white sleeve emerged from the blanket.

A moment later, the top also released its hold on Yuffie and fell onto the bed.

Yuffie wanted to retrieve it, but her delicate body was wrapped in the blanket, and she could only watch as the quick-handed Isa picked up her clothes, piece by piece.

A while later, the prepared nightgown was already on Yuffie.

The chosen nightgown, with its form-fitting bustier and straps, completely dispensed with the design of sleeves, so Yuffie didn’t have to worry about her chained hands.

“Give me back my clothes!”

Although the nightgown seemed to expose most of her skin to the air, changing into the dry sleepwear made Yuffie feel much more comfortable.

At this moment, remembering how Isa had taken her clothes, she immediately reached out her hand to demand them back.

“I’ll give them back to you after they’re washed. Do you want to keep stinky clothes in your room? And hurry up and get up!”

After Isa said this, Yuffie fell silent and subconsciously acted according to her words.

So, with her hands still in chains, she stood beside the bed.

After Yuffie moved to the side of the bed, Isa took off the damp bedsheet for her and laid a new one on the bed.

Seeing this, Yuffie’s heart felt heavy.

Although she had been captured by Su Ran, apart from sealing her magic essence, the other party had always been polite.

Even Isa’s words were just that—words.

She had not been treated like a prisoner of war should be.

This was different from the image of witches described in the Church.

Yuffie couldn’t see a single trace of a witch’s brutality.

Neither here, nor in Laita City, the witch Su Ran had even protected the city.

Suddenly, Yuffie felt that what she had always understood from the records was not the same as reality.

Isa couldn’t perceive the change in Yuffie’s heart.

After she had made the bed for Yuffie, she left the room.

As she left, Isa didn’t forget to take the potion bottles she had brought, leaving Yuffie alone in the room.

Returning to the corridor, Isa locked the door again.

The lock had been enchanted with a witch’s ability and could only be opened with a specific method.

“Don’t move!”

Suddenly, as she came out of the room, Isa felt something cold pressed against her neck.

The voice was a man’s.

A man who could appear in the society at this time… Isa quickly made a judgment.

Most likely an enemy!

“What can I do for you?”

With a blade against her neck, Isa was not at all flustered.

Even the tray in her hands didn’t tremble in the slightest.

“Take us to the Saintess!”

Isa carefully heard the word “us,” realizing that more than one person had broken into the Witch’s Society, and it seemed they didn’t recognize Yuffie.

Otherwise, from their position at the door just now, they would have had a clear enough angle to see Yuffie’s face.

There would be no need to coerce her like this now.

“How did you get in?”

The blade at her neck pressed a little closer, and a man’s warning came from behind.

“Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Hurry up and take us to the Saintess. One more word, and my blade will slit your throat!”

“Oh, really? I’d like to see how a mere Sequence Three is going to slit my throat!”

Hearing Isa’s light laugh, the man behind her tried to apply force, but found that his blade swung through empty air, with no feeling of substance.

An illusion!

The dispatched scout was greatly alarmed and immediately tried to retreat, but found that his legs hadn’t moved at all.

Seeing his companion’s face change drastically, the other man drew his shining blade, wanting to come to his aid.

But with a clang, the blade in his hand fell to the ground.

Dealing with two Sequence Threes of the same rank didn’t require much effort from Isa.