The Girl's Request

She looked at her body, her movements stiff as she reached out and awkwardly picked up the hem of her dress, sniffing it.

"I think... I've done a good job of cleaning and hygiene..."

"You have a very faint floral scent... In my past experiences, I have rarely encountered such an unfamiliar fragrance."

As Maria spoke, she gently stepped forward and, without hesitation, picked up a strand of Lamaline's gray hair, held it to her nose, and gently sniffed it.

Indeed, it's a fragrance that doesn't exist in her world... It doesn't feel like a specially crafted scent, but rather a natural fragrance.

"The aroma and stuff..."

Seemingly startled by Maria's bold move, Lamaline took several steps back, turned her head slightly, and covered her slightly flushed cheeks with her hand.

Even this aloof Banshees could not control her wildly beating heart.

Regardless of her status, she was still a young girl, a girl in her early twenties.

It's impossible for her not to be happy when someone suddenly compliments her on her body's fragrance.

The problem is, the atmosphere at this moment is just too strange.

You should know that she had been making resolutions for herself all along the way.

Going to investigate intelligence against the entire Allied Forces alone would be too dangerous even for her, so she kept encouraging herself.

However, his serious demeanor crumbled somewhat in the face of Maria's subtle offensive.

More importantly, Maria's eyes never wavered while she was speaking.

The unwavering gaze nearly drove Lamaline to the brink of collapse.

How could this woman so unwaveringly utter such embarrassing words?!

But despite her shyness, Lamaline was ultimately not a girl who would be swayed by her emotions.

She took a deep breath, then looked up at the woman in front of her.

"You seem to have a knack for dealing with girls... You've said that to a lot of girls, haven't you?"

"... No, you're the first one."

Maria disdained lying, and for such a trivial matter, she felt there was no need to lie.

Faced with Lamaline's question, Maria answered without hesitation.

This was the first time she had commented that someone smelled nice...

This caused Lamaline's body to stiffen involuntarily.

At this moment, the tall woman's emotions were fluctuating like those of a young girl in the throes of first love.

She gently bit her lip with her fine, white teeth, and after a moment, she smiled again, revealing a smile as beautiful as a white flower.

"You also have a pleasant fragrance..."

"I know."

Maria spoke calmly, her expression completely unchanged.

She knew, of course, that her flesh and blood were almost being marinated in the incense the Doll had concocted for her, but she also knew that her scent and the other's scent were not the same.

The fragrance is a delicate scent that emanates naturally, subtly permeating every aspect of life.

Maria's aura... was meant to mask the lingering smell of blood on her body.

The two are completely different feelings.

But these Lamaline were unaware of this.

She just stared at him with a conflicted expression, her unyielding demeanor almost making Lamaline break down.

But she still forced herself to stay calm and looked at the woman in front of her.

"It may be presumptuous of me, but I don't want anyone else to know about what happened today."

Lamaline spoke slowly, her eyes fixed on Maria in front of her.

Unsuspecting Maria didn't see anything wrong with it, and after nodding slightly, she said...

"I will keep your secret..."

"Perhaps, but I have a better idea."

"Um?"

Maria was taken aback by Lamaline's words.

But even faster, the warmth of her embrace stirred Maria's heart.

Her slender and graceful body was so delicate and boneless that it clung to her like a soft ball of water.

The aloof woman, about the same height as him, raised her mesmerizing face and slowly moved closer.

Her beautiful and dignified face was mysterious and noble, but when combined with her movements, it gave people an indescribable sense of taboo.

It's like a proud empress revealing her delicate and shy demeanor to her beloved at night.

Lamaline quietly brought her face close to Maria's, stopping just as their noses touched.

Grayish-white eyes met slightly reddened eyes.

"Please... keep this a secret..."

As she spoke, her slender, swan-like neck swayed slightly, her voice ancient and profound, her soft eyes fixed on Maria, their proud bodies gently touching and colliding.

The Banshees's magic is about to be revealed!

Lamaline gazed at Maria, looking into her greyish-white eyes. She closed her eyes and exhaled a warm, ambiguous breath from her slightly flushed neck.

Slowly, he kissed those pale lips.

This is the magic of the Banshees... The unique language and writing of the Banshees contain the power accumulated by generations of Banshees over thousands of years. Once spoken or released, it has an almost irresistible power over ordinary life!

This power can even forcibly change a person's way of thinking!

And the way Lamaline is using now is even a little too intimate... This level of magic is even a bit excessive for one person.

But Lamaline didn't regret it.

This was a matter of great importance, and she didn't want any mishaps to occur... Even though she genuinely wanted to believe that Maria would keep the secret, she couldn't allow things to slip out of her control in the slightest!

That's why she used such methods; her purpose was to completely lock Maria's mind in her hands.

But...

Maria blinked, looking at the girl in front of her who was pretending to be shy. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded slightly.

"I will keep it a secret..."

Although she didn't know why the other party would do such a thing after she had agreed, considering that there were so many unique characteristics of the various Royal Court within the Sarkaz race, she didn't pay much attention and simply took it as a typical way for Banshees to make requests.

Not wanting to cause too much unpleasantness, I naturally agreed to their request.

"Huh?"

Lamaline was taken aback.

She looked at the woman in front of her, whose eyes were clear and without the slightest hesitation.

Her tall figure took several steps back, she reached out and slightly covered her lips, her eyes wide open.

No... no effect?

How could this be?!

Unwilling to give up, she gritted her teeth and tried to throw herself into Maria's arms once more.

But Maria simply seized the opportunity, slowly wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and turning her slightly halfway around...

"Perhaps I didn't say it, but actually, my body isn't suitable for everyone to touch... What you did just now was enough; there's no need for a second time."

Maria finished speaking, and then added one more thing.

"If this offends your cultural customs, I sincerely apologize..."

"Huh?!"

Being hugged so intimately, Lamaline's brain almost instantly went blank.

She stared in astonishment at the woman before her who had not hesitated at all, at the two faces so close together, and felt the delicate scent of incense slowly seep into her nostrils, into her lungs, and into her very being, turning into warmth.

My heart is beating faster and faster.

No...

But...

How could this be?!

Chapter 262 The Girl's Request

Lamaline was so shocked by Maria's reaction that she was speechless.

She stood there stunned, not noticing how closely their bodies were pressed together.

Or rather, her soft body had almost melted into Maria's.

The consequences of such ambiguous behavior are self-evident... In fact, both of them are exquisitely beautiful by the standards of any human race.

After hesitating for a moment, Maria quietly touched the bone staff on the other woman's slender waist...

Although there are no rules in this world about which race of sorcerers should use which type of staff, the fact is that, compared to other races, historical traditions have led Banshees to prefer bone staffs.

They believe that doing so is a way of showing respect for the deceased, and also a way of expressing love by keeping their deceased companion by their side.

Maria had initially assumed that the other person was out so late in casual clothes because they were having a secret rendezvous... That's why she spoke up to remind him that now was not the time for a monarch to concern himself with romantic matters.

But...

What kind of decent person would bring weapons on a secret rendezvous?!

In a brief moment of thought, Maria realized what was happening.

"You're planning to... go to the Allied Forces camp?"

"... Yes."

Awakened by Maria's voice... even the soothing Banshees had to admit that she had encountered an opponent far more powerful than herself.

In a simple exchange, Maria made no move to attack and was on the verge of being overwhelmed.

However, this was just a temporary emotional fluctuation.

After all, so much time had passed that she subconsciously wanted to find a place where she could catch her breath.

The powerful and mysterious Maria's performance at this moment caused her to lose her focus on defense for a moment.

The brief moment of catching her breath was enough for her to regain her senses and pull herself out of that warm embrace. She turned her head away, adjusting herself repeatedly.

"I need to investigate the movements and composition of the Allied Forces. I need to ensure that the Banshees are still capable of fighting back against their attacks... so this matter is extremely important."

"I understand, I will keep your secret." Maria nodded, her words unchanged from the beginning.

She didn't care about the war, or even how many people would die.

Ultimately, in her original world, war was also an unsolvable problem; all she could do was prevent those superhuman forces from interfering excessively.

But Maria's assurances did not reassure Lamaline.

She silently scrutinized Maria for a few moments, then gritted her teeth again.

"You need to come with me..."

"Um?"

"I know my request may be presumptuous and unreasonable, but I'm sorry, I can't let you stay here any longer, knowing the situation..."

Lamaline took a deep breath, her eyes gradually hardening.

A guarantee of character might be effective in ordinary matters, but when it comes to matters of principle, she cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.

At present, the Allied Forces are the ones with the upper hand; whatever they do is right, and whatever they do will back them into a corner.

If they want to have a chance to survive in this situation, they must do everything they can to the best of their ability!

She didn't have even the slightest mistake or spare moment!