Chapter 85
85: Miss Evelia Feels She's in Danger
"73, 49, 78."
Amya's voice drifted over from behind them. Our little Evelia was still confused when she heard these three numbers, not quite understanding what she meant.
"What 73, what 49? Amya, what are you talking about?"
"Hm? Your measurements. Aren't you clear about your own figure?"
"My measurements? Oh, I see. I thought... wait, what did you say!? My measurements!!??"
Evelia didn't react at first, but before she could even finish her sentence, she suddenly realized what these three seemingly ordinary numbers represented. Her exquisitely cute face began to redden at a visible rate as she frantically grabbed Amya's shoulders and shouted at her in a mix of shame and anger:
"Wait, why would you know my measurements!?"
"Oh my~ It's just measurements? I measured them with my hands~ Don't you unconsciously use me as a body pillow to sleep every night? So you're allowed to cuddle me while sleeping, but I'm not allowed to cop a feel?"
Amya revealed a scheming, sly smile. Evelia felt like her world was crumbling. She released Amya's shoulders and without hesitation turned to hide behind the altar, determined to put a safe distance between herself and Amya.
Miss Jasmine, who had been silently watching all of this unfold, also leaned back against the altar after Evelia hid behind it, putting distance between herself and Amya.
"Hmm? What's wrong with you two?"
Amya looked somewhat puzzled at Evelia, who had hollow eyes and was hiding behind the altar muttering "I've been touched all over" and "I'm not clean anymore," then at Jasmine, whose face was filled with tension. She didn't quite understand these two's reactions.
"..." ×2
『Sister, do you seriously have no clue in your heart what kind of reaction this is? Listen to what you just said. Is that something a human being would say? Are you a demon or an angel!!!』
"Ahem, regarding this size... I happen to have two ready-made nun habits at my place. I'll go get some clothes for Miss Evelia first. You two wait here for a moment!"
Seemingly sensing that staying here any longer would be dangerous, our Miss Saint hurriedly fled from the altar without looking back. Thus, the massive altar room now contained only Evelia and Amya.
'One orphan girl and another, alone together in a room, and in a place like a church altar no less. The only pity is that it's still noon, not convenient to make a move.'
Watching Evelia hiding behind the altar with hollow eyes, this thought suddenly popped into Amya's mind.
"Um, Evelia?"
"Don't talk to me! Pervert, degenerate, creepy, lecher!!!"
Amya had wanted to chat with Evelia a bit, but the other party unhesitatingly rejected her request for conversation.
"You touched me all over too when you were using me as a body pillow, didn't you? Come on~ Don't be mad~ Pat pat~"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!"
Evelia angrily swatted away Amya's outstretched hand. Her gaze toward Amya was filled with indignation. Honestly, if looks could pin someone down, she would really, really want to pin Amya to the ground (Asmodeus subtext) right now! Let her know how torturous this feeling of shame was, the kind that made her want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into!
This girl completely didn't realize how terrifying her own behavior was!!!
"Waa... I really didn't mean to..."
"You did it on purpose."
"But Evelia is so soft and fragrant, and you even hugged me on your own initiative, boo hoo hoo. It's really hard to hold back~ Besides, I only memorized your measurements while I was at it. I didn't do anything else excessive~"
"..."
Evelia suddenly began to feel that letting Amya continue sleeping in her bed was a massive mistake.
She was somewhat afraid. Afraid that one day when she woke up, she would find a stain of blood on the sheets beneath her, and this bastard would be right beside her, looking pleased with herself like nothing happened.
Sleeping with her was truly too dangerous!
"I'm back, you two~"
Just as Evelia was guarding against Amya's wandering hands, our Miss Saint Jasmine finally returned holding a neatly folded stack of Church attire. At this moment, Amya's hand had just extended to less than ten centimeters from the top of Evelia's head. From Jasmine's perspective, it looked like a sinisterly grinning big bad wolf was about to extend its sinful claws toward a poor, helpless, and powerless little girl. Miss Saint looked at Amya's hand frozen in midair, then at Evelia's face full of grievance, tension, and fear. Her cheeks slightly red, she asked:
"Um... that, you two... just now, you didn't... do anything strange, right?"
"No! How could that happen!" ×2
"This despicable perverted angel! If she actually dared to do anything strange to this prin... this young lady, I... I'll bite her to death!"
Saying this, Evelia angrily made a baring-teeth expression. But in Amya's eyes, this expression not only lacked any intimidation, it instead made her feel inexplicably excited again.
"Ahem, in that case... Miss Evelia, would you like to try on the clothes to see if they fit?"
Jasmine handed the two nun habits to Evelia. Looking at the black and white nun habit in her hands, Evelia's lips twitched slightly... Was it finally coming?
"Um... excuse me, is there a changing room in the church..."
"Oh right, please follow me, it's right over here."
Saying this, Jasmine led Amya and Evelia to the entrance of a rest room near the altar room.
"I... I'll go change now!"
Evelia walked into the rest room clutching the nun habit in her hands. Before closing the door, she didn't forget to glare fiercely at Amya twice. Then, the sound of the bolt sliding into place came from behind the door.
"Hmm... Miss Jasmine, whether the decorations or the furniture, this cathedral is all in medieval style~"
Amya crouched down and stared blankly at the tightly closed door before her, making conversation with Jasmine beside her, whether intentionally or not.
"Indeed, most cathedrals are like this. After all, it best embodies our Church's culture~"
"Mm... nice~"
"What's nice? Is Miss Amya also interested in furniture with Church decorations?"
Jasmine noticed that Amya kept staring fixedly at the door lock on the main door, which was carved with Church-style patterns. She thought that, like Evelia, she was interested in the Church's artistic decorations. But soon, she realized something was off.
Amya's gaze... wasn't on the decorative patterns at all, but was fixed intently on... the lock?