### Chapter One Hundred and Eight: Ki Nian and the Preparation for the Banquet

Miss Vilyric sat in her chair, gazing at the reflection of a noble and charming young lady in the full-length mirror before her. On either side, there were attendants arranging her flowing hair, reminiscent of a waterfall, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.

To be honest, although she had been in this world for just over a year, she was beginning to forget what she used to look like back on Blue Star. She could feel that her appearance and soul were becoming irreversibly Vilyric.

A girl living in this world, of the Divine race.

However, there were still some things she simply couldn’t adapt to.

For example, the sheer white stockings she had to wear to match her dress, which felt almost like gossamer, and the peculiar crystal shoes that constrained her petite feet, resembling high heels.

It felt somewhat shameful…

Though Miss Vilyric loved to see other girls in stockings, switching to them herself made her uneasy with their odd texture and tightness.

Moreover, the crystal shoes were semi-transparent, and even through two layers of protection, a careful observer could still see the delicate flesh-colored little feet and the five soft toes beneath.

This made her reminisce about something quirky called “ice cream” back on Blue Star, especially since one of her pets would give her those moist, longing looks whenever she donned this outfit, making the Priestess feel particularly strange.

For some reason, bizarre images would flash in her mind, like sitting on her bed, with her toes wrapped in white stockings, while a blonde girl knelt before her, hazy-eyed yet eagerly taking her toes into her mouth, warm saliva trickling between them, the soft tongue teasing sensitive spots with an unbearable tickle…

Stop, stop, stop, stop! What on earth am I thinking?!

It must be that little Si Long, who loves to lick me all the time, messing with my mind and causing those strange fantasies to pop up—how toxic!

No, I definitely need to put an end to that little beast’s uncivilized and disharmonious behavior!

The Priestess shook her head vigorously, trying to toss the alluring fantasies aside, just as she heard Renée beside her, voicing her admiration.

“Miss Vilyric’s hair is truly magnificent! No matter how it’s styled, it never tangles. It’s smoother than the finest silk, and when you shake it, a lovely fragrance wafts around. How do you take care of it?”

“Huh? What?”

Miss Vilyric, a bit lost in thought, instinctively replied, and Renée continued naturally.

“I mean your hair care. Not only is your hair smooth and silky, but the scent must come from using some kind of essential oil, right? I’d love to try it too.”

Essential oil? Oh, is that what they call those shampoos?

Actually, when she was at Liliya’s place, the latter had indeed recommended some supposedly very good essential oils, but how to put it…? Because her hair was simply too long in this body, when she tried caring for it the way the Queen taught her, even with help, it still took nearly an hour.

It was just so tiring and cumbersome, and after it was done, she honestly didn’t feel any difference. So since then, the Priestess hadn’t bothered with such troublesome matters—whenever she bathed, she simply rinsed her hair with water.

So when Renée mentioned hair care and essential oils, she really had no clue. She could only respond with silence.

If she had to come up with a reason, it could only be that this body’s quality was simply too outstanding—even without any makeup or care, it could retain its perfect condition, and no matter how much she ate, there wasn’t the slightest risk of gaining weight.

To be honest, she found it hard to believe at first, but after this long, she was already used to it as the person involved.

Seeing the black-haired girl awkwardly unsure of what to say, the refined sister Leila immediately chimed in, gently scolding her little sister by tapping her on the head, causing the latter to yelp, “Ouch!”

“Can’t you see? Miss Vilyric is naturally beautiful—she doesn’t need those things. Don’t go knocking yourself down, you silly goose.”

“Wah… why are you like this…”

The rebuked little girl let out a small, doe-eyed whimper, not quite sure what she was getting at.

“Miss Vilyric, are you ready? We should be heading out now!”

Edwina came over from next door with the Little Dragon Daughter, both dressed in gorgeous gowns suitable for the banquet.

The Holy Knight had transformed from her usual pure white armor into a graceful long dress dominated by dark hues, her crystalline golden hair styled in a butterfly-like pattern, making her look like a princess of light traversing the night.

As for the Giant Dragon Miss, she had initially been reluctant for Edwina to help her change clothes. Though her basic appearance—namely the short top and hot pants made of dragon scales—could easily be adjusted to appear or disappear, it still required removing it beforehand for a change.

The Little Dragon Daughter wasn’t keen on letting anyone see her body, even if they were both female, and particularly since her current appearance didn’t represent her true self.

This was originally supposed to be Vilyric’s prerogative as the master, but since the Priestess also needed to change outfits and had no experience with such complicated clothing, she had to rely on the already prepared Holy Knight.

Fortunately, Xiao Guang was already familiar with Edwina; after some minor squabbles, she didn’t strongly resist the help.

What she was now wearing was a brand new dress personally selected by Vilyric, customized to fit the Little Dragon Daughter’s figure, ordered from the Island of Spris and just recently delivered through space magic to Sky City.

Though the spatial magic for transporting living beings wasn’t quite mature in this world, it wasn’t the same for inanimate objects. Back on the western battlefield of the United Kingdom, Ban had used similar methods to send a large quantity of food and supplies to the Beast Kingdom to support their large-scale war.

Naturally, in the Kingdom of Azure, where magic technology was even more advanced, it was a non-issue. Though spatial magic logistics hadn’t yet spread to the common folk, anyone with money could enjoy it.

The dress was a blue long gown similar in style to Vilyric’s but different, with one shoulder exposed, adorned with a ribbon like blooming flowers, elegantly secured around her right arm not wrapped in silk. It far exceeded the Priestess’s ample bosom, showcasing curves that didn’t need any clothes to highlight.

The Little Dragon Daughter’s figure had always been at the pinnacle among Vilyric’s companions, her slender waist accentuated by the fitted material, appearing barely graspable yet harboring astonishing elasticity and grace. Her long legs, divided by the golden ratio, seemed like the creator’s most stunning masterpiece.

A perfect enchantress who could drive countless suitors, regardless of gender, into a frenzy.

   

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