Well... XD last chapter for today.
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Two days later.
In the same secluded alley, at the unchanged rendezvous point, the familiar faces of each other met, yet there was a sense of strangeness in the companionship.
During their second meeting called by Ashe, as soon as Jiu arrived, Ashe frowned slightly and instinctively sniffed a few times.
The reason was simple. If two days ago, at their first meeting, the familiar scent of Ashe had merely faded, now it was completely gone! Even more, Jiu could smell a faint fragrance coming from Ashe, like that of jasmine. It wasn't unpleasant, but it felt... odd.
Jiu shook her head internally, chastising herself. What was she even thinking!
It was already too much to entrust such a challenging, even sacrificial, mission to Ashe. How could she now distrust her?
"How's your body? Any injuries? I've secretly brought some ointment for you!"
The first concern of Jiu, upon meeting, wasn't the mission but Ashe's condition. As she spoke, she smoothly took out a small porcelain jar from her bosom.
Don't be fooled by this unassuming little porcelain jar. Among the demi-human slaves, it was highly sought after. It could effectively resist infection from external wounds and prevent the wounds from worsening. Many slaves died in agony from untreated injuries inflicted by their masters.
Seeing Jiu prepared such precious medicine for her, Ashe was deeply moved. This is why she hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands, saying:
"I'm fine! Not a scratch on me. You should put this back soon, sister Jiu, or else Brother Leng will scold you again!"
"Really? Let me see. Has that human really not done anything to you till now?"
It was best if Ashe didn't need the ointment. While happy, Jiu couldn't help but be more astonished. After all, Ashe was a Catgirl, and an exceptionally beautiful one at that.Th1s chapter is updated by n)ovel/\bin/\
'Could a noble human really resist such temptation? Even after three days, not laying a finger on Ashe?'
Worried Ashe was just being brave, Jiu, disregarding the cat-girl's panic, started to undress her.
However, it turned out, the cat-girl, now blushing with her clothes half-removed, indeed wasn't pretending. Jiu checked many parts of Ashe's body and didn't find the imagined whip marks or bruises.
'No... Forget those worst-case scenarios. On the contrary,'
Jiu, turning back to look at the cat-girl across from her, noticed Ashe's complexion had improved significantly compared to a few days ago. Her eyes were brighter, her spirit seemed fuller, and...
Jiu wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she thought Ashe even looked a bit chubbier!?
"It's good that you're okay! Now I can tell those kids who miss you. You don't know, after you left, those little ones come to me every day, asking when Sister Ashe will return."
"So... how did it go? You said you were investigating the two servants around that young man. Did you find anything?"
Caring for Ashe was Jiu's personal concern, but she didn't forget the main reason for their secret meeting. After quickly steering the conversation back on track, Jiu noticed the cat-girl across from her lower her gaze, her eyes wandering on the ground.
"Yes, sorry! sister Jiu, it's my incompetence. I've only found out that one of them, number 86, she... Ah! The maid, seems to be a bionic maid from the Mechanical Alliance. But as for the maid's strength and the details of the other one, I... I haven't figured it out yet."
"Eh!? A bionic maid from the Mechanical Alliance? Uh... HAHA... I don't understand, but it sounds complicated. This information is important! I'll tell Sister Nozomi and Leng about it later. Ashe, you've done well!"
Jiu: "..."
"But didn't you say earlier that she uses guns?"
"Ah! She, she seems to be proficient in swords as well."
Jiu: "..."
This was the third time Jiu and Ashe had met. Initially, Jiu was eager to tell Ashe that Leng had said the maid was not a significant threat and that they could launch an attack tonight if there was nothing else.
But who could have expected another... threat to emerge?
'The First Sword Goddess of Blackhole... sounds scary, at least?'
As Jiu was preparing to leave, Ashe called her back.
"Do you have something else for me to take back this time?"
Seeing the helpless and strange expression on Jiu's face, Ashe smiled awkwardly. This time, however, what she offered was not a package but something simpler.
"What is this? A cross?"
"Yes, yes. Mr. Roland has always been a devout follower of the Holy Kingdom's Goddess, right? While I was... pretending to get along with Miss Eileen, she gave me this authentic cross from the Holy Kingdom's church as a gift. And the first person I thought of was Mr. Roland!"
"They say this cross contains a fraction of the Goddess's power. If one is devout enough, they can even communicate with the Goddess and receive her guidance. I... I think Mr. Roland will love it!"
"Alright then."
Jiu, being straightforward by nature, didn't pay much mind to these things. She just mumbled a few words as she took the cross and left.
"It always feels like Ashe, you're on a holiday, sending us gifts every day."
Today marks a week since Ashe arrived at Renji's place.
Holding a small basket, Ashe arrived at the alley for their fourth meeting. After sending the signal to the revolutionaries, she waited nervously, having made up her mind.
Today, she decided to tell Jiu the truth.
She hoped the revolutionaries would abandon their plans against Renji.
Although she had only lived with Mr. Renji for a week, the experiences during this time, whether it was 86's patient nightly lessons, Eileen's secret escapades, or Mr. Renji's homemade soup under the guise of "experiments," were moments of joy, perhaps even happiness, she had never experienced before in her life.
'Ashe couldn't deceive herself. She wanted to protect Mr. Renji, to...'
A cold snort full of anger jolted Ashe back to reality. A figure emerged from the shadows of the alley.
It wasn't Jiu, the usual tiger big sister.
Instead,
"Brother Leng?" Ashe's heart tightened, her hands holding the basket began to tremble unconsciously.