Chapter 142

Why did Zofia make such a judgment?

Wasn't it because when she found Centaurea in that shabby little rented room, she described Centaurea's clothes?

She was only wearing a thin shirt on top and nothing on her bottom.

Yes, it's a true vacuum, the kind where there's absolutely no fabric.

Zofia, innocent yet overly feudal and conservative, had never seen such a scene before.

She almost bit her back teeth to pieces to avoid losing her composure in front of others.

It was after that that Zofia became completely certain that she was a victim of injustice.

So Zofia ran away, partly to hide, and partly—

"No... I have to think of a way... to get me out of here..."

Zofia stood in front of her wardrobe in her bedroom, taking out clothes to change into as she muttered to herself.

"If that being is truly Evil God... then He certainly won't let me, this fresh sacrifice, go."

"If that being is a god of amusement... then He has even less reason to let me go..."

"So even if I hide, I can only avoid it for a while. In time, that being will find out that I haven't returned and will definitely come looking for me."

"If that being tries to tempt me with something like, 'I can heal your left hand, Aunt, but have you thought about what price you'll have to pay?'... what should I do?"

If it were just a traditional transaction like 'sacrificing souls to gain power,' Zofia's reaction wouldn't be so strong.

However, Centaurea's 'vacuum' clearly led Zofia to misunderstand something.

So Zofia imagined the deal as 'gaining power, but having to be timid'.

That won't do.

For the pure and traditional Zofia, how could she give away something as trivial as her virginity so easily?

If someone actually takes her virginity, the outcome will either be that she'll be set on that person for life, or she'll stab you to death and then Zofia will commit suicide herself.

This is one of the main reasons why Zofia ran away.

While talking to herself, Zofia had already put on a small shirt and a leather pencil skirt.

Finally, he grabbed a bath towel and used it to dry her toes, which resembled plump, juicy, and glistening little grapes, along with her delicate, small feet that could barely be held in the palm of your hand.

Zofia then gently released the glossy black stockings, starting from her toes, wrapping them around her arches and ankles, all the way up her calves to her thighs. The elastic band of the stockings snapped against her skin, squeezing out a ring of soft flesh.

After doing all that, he turned around and tapped her to make sure that her outfit wouldn't be called 'sexy lingerie' anymore.

Zofia casually tossed aside the towel that had been used to wipe her feet, intending to call a servant to wash them for her.

But after calling out several times, no one answered.

"Ah... I forgot, I think I dismissed the servants already?"

Having long been accustomed to being served by servants, Zofia, with a slight headache, walked to the window in her high heels, peered out, and wanted to see if any servants were still there.

Upon closer inspection, Zofia discovered that some servants had indeed not left, but they were all frozen in place, maintaining the same posture.

"Wait a minute...? Has Time Stop not been lifted yet?"

Zofia finally realized this, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the door, but then hesitated.

She knew that if she went to Chen Ran or Centaurea and told them, the Time Stop would probably be lifted.

But if she goes back now... wouldn't that be like walking into a trap, like a lamb entering a tiger's den?

So after thinking about it, Zofia decided to wait a while.

As a result, we waited for several hours...

Well, actually, Zofia didn't know how much time had passed either. With Time Stop, she really had no concept of time at all.

For Zofia, who was already a bit impatient, sitting and waiting was indeed a bit of torture.

So much so that, whether she had figured things out or simply lost patience, Zofia got up, opened the door, and went to the door of the room next door where Centaurea was.

"Even if I keep hiding, it won't help. That being will still come looking for me."

"So rather than being passive at the last minute... it's better to take the initiative and seize control."

Whether she was trying to convince herself or not, Zofia muttered a few words, then took a deep breath, reached out, and knocked on the door.

But there was no response.

So Zofia knocked again.

It wasn't until the third knock that Zofia frowned. "Could it be that Centaurea has run away again? Why is no one responding? They couldn't have simply not heard us, could they?"

After thinking for a moment, Zofia raised her voice and called out, "Centaurea! If you don't respond, I'm opening the door!"

After shouting, Zofia waited for quite a while.

Seeing that there was still no response from inside, Zofia took out her spare key and opened the door.

"Centaurea? Are you in there? You—"

Zofia opened the door, looked up and stared inside, and before she could even finish speaking, she froze.

A few seconds later, Zofia slammed the door shut with a bang, almost at top speed.

"Huh...?"

Zofia was completely stunned. "I... I saw it wrong? Or am I seeing things...?"

Zofia blushed, her ponytail swaying behind her.

She subconsciously swallowed, seemingly making eight hundred fake movements in a second—scratching her head, biting her nails, and glancing around aimlessly.

Then, whether out of curiosity or because he genuinely felt he hadn't seen it clearly before and wanted to verify it again—

Zofia slowly and tentatively opened the door a crack.

Zofia peered through the crack in the door.

With just one glance, Zofia's entire cheeks began to burn.