“Bang!”
“Thump, thump!”
Sunlight was already shining through the window, and a series of loud crashes kept echoing from the tavern downstairs.
“Ugh, so noisy...”
“Niya-chan? Niya?”
Hearing the noise from the tavern below, Lin Ling called out for her diligent little maid a few times. Getting no response, she blearily opened her eyes in bed.
Looking at the sunlight streaming in through the window, Lin Ling cast a cleaning spell on herself.
After a wave of coolness washed over her, her tired eyes finally regained their usual energy.
Crack, pop...
“That was a good sleep.”
She stretched as she looked out at the unfamiliar scenery. Amidst the racket downstairs, she thought she heard a knock on the door.
Knock, knock...
“Hmm? Is it the Demon King? No, wait. Since we're here, should I call her ‘darling’?”
Lin Ling cleared her throat. In Camillaya, she couldn't call Ivelia the Demon King.
“It's me, Miss Saintess.”
Strangely, even though Niya was standing right outside the door, she used magic communication to speak to her.
This puzzled Lin Ling. Why didn't she just speak normally?
As she wondered, magic began to gather in Lin Ling's hand.
Could it be... that the person outside the door wasn't Niya at all?
Lin Ling walked to the door and flung it open, throwing the magic sphere in her hand straight at the Niya standing there.
“Miss Saintess is finally awake.”
“Oh—no!”
At that moment, the magic sphere was a mere five centimeters away from Niya's cheek.
“Whew...”
“Little Niya's hair is still as soft as ever.”
Fortunately, thanks to the Saintess's powerful magic control, the lethal magic sphere was completely reabsorbed before it could hit Niya, ultimately turning into a gentle morning headpat—just like what Ivelia usually did to a sleeping Lin Ling when she got up in the morning.
“Miss Saintess is teasing me again.”
Niya took Lin Ling's hand off her head.
Lin Ling felt a piece of fabric suddenly placed into her hand by Niya.
“What's this?”
Looking at the white, rag-like cloth in her hand, Lin Ling looked horrified.
“Could this be a terrifying scam of a tavern, and we've been kept here to do manual labor to earn our freedom?!”
Lin Ling's mind immediately conjured up an image of a guy with a whip repeatedly lashing Cecil's back while shouting, “Work! Go to work!”
As for why it was Cecil, it was just a tiny bit of petty revenge in the Saintess's mind.
But wasn't that kind of trade banned? No, wait, this is a medieval-like world, so maybe they really do sell people?
“Miss Saintess? Miss Saintess!”
The transactional fantasy in Lin Ling's head was shattered by Niya's loud voice via magic communication, and the cloth in her hand was snatched away by the little girl.
“This isn't a rag like you're thinking, Miss Saintess! This is a headscarf I spent so much effort weaving, bit by bit.”
Niya's nose was a bit red. It seemed having her hard work mistaken for a rag by Lin Ling had genuinely hurt her feelings.
“Miss Saintess's hair is always messy, and you don't like to groom it, so you usually cover it with a headscarf.”
“Now that your headscarf is gone, your hair gets messy all the time. That's why I wove this for you.”
After saying this, Niya held out the headscarf to the Saintess once more.
“Ah, I see, I see.”
Looking at the headscarf, which was slightly different from her original one, Lin Ling draped it over her head.
With her messy hair covered by the headscarf, Lin Ling finally regained a sliver of her Saintess dignity in front of Niya... or did she?
“How is it? Doesn't Miss Saintess look very beautiful wearing it? Like she's glowing with her own holy light.”
Standing in the hallway, Lin Ling spun around, the headscarf fluttering with her movement.
Seeing this, Niya giggled.
“Miss Saintess is so funny. It's really just a small headscarf.”
“You're already very pretty, Miss Saintess. It would be even better if you could learn to groom your own hair.”
The next moment, the still-giggling Niya felt something wrap around her head.
“Eh?”
When Niya raised her head, the headscarf on Lin Ling's head was gone.
Strangely, her messy hair, which should have been covered by the headscarf, was now perfectly smooth and silky.
And on Niya's own head, there was suddenly a straw hat?
“When did this hat...”
No, even if Miss Saintess had used teleportation to go back and get it, she couldn't have been this fast. So this was...?
“That's right! This is the headscarf little Niya gave to Miss Saintess!”
Looking at the perfectly sized straw hat, one had to admit that the Saintess's imagination was truly powerful.
Lin Ling watched Niya grab the hat on her head with both hands. It was a good thing Niya hadn't accidentally eaten a certain purple fruit.
Placing her hand on the straw hat on Niya's head, Lin Ling said, “Compared to me, you need this more right now, Niya.”
“Why?”
Niya didn't quite understand why she had transformed the headscarf into a straw hat and given it back to her.
“Well... in human cities, members of the demon race aren't exactly welcome, right?”
“Transformation spells make you uncomfortable, don't they? Besides, you probably don't know how to cast them yourself, right?”
After all, since it was a magic spell that caused discomfort, the others probably wouldn't want this cute little maid to learn it.
It was perfect for covering the small horns on Niya's head.
“This way, you can use this hat as a quick fix.”
Lin Ling reached out and straightened the crooked hat on Niya's head.
Looking at the maid outfit Niya was wearing, if possible, she really wanted to dress this shy little maid up in a cute dress.
“Crash!”
Just as Lin Ling was admiring her masterpiece, another loud crash echoed from downstairs.
Lin Ling's attention immediately snapped away from Niya, her expression turning serious.
“Niya, why did you have to use magic communication to talk to me this morning?”
Thinking about it, it was strange. It was normal for a tavern to be noisy, but a sound like heavy objects being repeatedly smashed was definitely not normal.
Hearing Lin Ling bring this up, Niya pressed down on the straw hat on her head and took Lin Ling's hand.
“About that... Miss Saintess, you should probably come and see for yourself...”
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