Chương 205: Renee took a hit

The alchemy laboratory is located on the third floor of the church.

Renee stood seriously in front of the lab table, on which was a bottle of tentacle slime, and next to it were various alchemy research tools.

She was also studying the tentacle monster girls in the basement and the tentacle slime they provided.

It just goes to show that the world is full of wonders.

Who would have thought that the tentacle monster girl's method of paralyzing her prey could actually be used to cure addiction to the Bewitching Herb potion? How come no one discovered this before?

Oh, I almost forgot.

Before the tentacle monster girl, the ones in the basement were the familiars of the abyss gods who had been captured five months ago.

Ugh!

Miss Roland has had so many misfortunes. I don't know how she ended up being targeted by the Tentacle Mother Goddess of the Abyss.

Those tentacle monster girls would call Miss Roland "master" and "husband" all the time, being incredibly affectionate.

Pooh!

What kind of person is he to dare call Miss Roland "husband"?

If anyone should be calling, it should be Lady Renee.

No, Miss Roland should be the one calling her husband.

Anyway, after drinking so much milk these past few days, I'll soon be back to my intermediate magic level.

Given time, she will surely regain her former glory, become the president of the Roland Group, marry the beautiful and wealthy Roland, and reach the pinnacle of her life of debauchery.

This is no joke. Renee, who inherited a sliver of the power of the Goddess of Death, possesses the core skill of being able to regenerate her soul on her own.

Its recovery ability is far superior to that of the cricket Kaliel.

Renee's mood brightened considerably.

She stepped away from the lab bench and walked to a sofa in the room.

Instead of sitting down immediately, she fiddled with a magical prop that resembled a record player next to her, and then placed a pale blue magic crystal with a cyan light shimmering in the center.

This is a home music player from another world, and the pale blue magic crystal is the medium for recording music.

Its price is not cheap, and generally only nobles can afford it. Even wealthy citizens have to tighten their belts to buy it.

As she activated the device, a melodious and soothing female voice began to emanate from the loudspeaker.

It was Roland's voice.

The tune being sung was the same requiem that had been sung in the greenhouse a few days earlier.

Renee sat and lay on the sofa, took a leisurely sigh, took out dried fruit and jerky snacks from her spatial ring, and began to enjoy a short rest.

She recorded this piece backstage on the day of the funeral.

It must be said that Miss Roland's singing voice was very pleasant to hear, and her mastery of the Requiem was quite skillful.

The melody has been slightly altered, losing some of its loneliness and tranquility and gaining more vitality and hope.

But after so many years, it is already extremely rare to hear high-quality folk songs from our hometown, so we won't ask for too much.

Just then, a dull thud in the corridor made her frown in alarm.

She walked to the door and peeked out, and saw strange noises coming from Roland's room in the distance, along with the sound of a head hitting the door.

What's going on?

Miss Roland went mad and banged her head against the wall?

Renee immediately dropped the snacks she was holding and ran towards Roland's room with her short legs.

As the distance closed, the sound became clearer.

"My goodness, how am I supposed to go out and face people like this?"

"Oh dear! Don't move around!"

"Holy crap, these tentacles are practically identical to hands! They're tactile and manipulable—it's amazing!"

What?

It also has tentacles?

Where did the tentacles come from in the church?

Oh no! Miss Roland has been attacked by tentacles!

Renee's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints as a terrifying thought surfaced in her mind.

It just so happens that during this period, Miss Roland had frequent contact with the six tentacle monsters in the basement, which might be the Tentacle Mother Goddess's backup plan starting to take effect.

Renee hurriedly started pushing the door open.

"Miss Roland, hold on! I'm coming to save you!"

Hearing the sound outside the door, Roland's heart tightened immediately. Ignoring the fact that her clothes were still undergoing a sudden transformation, she quickly stopped rolling around and stood up.

She shouted as she approached the door.

"Rennie, don't come in yet, I'm fine."

"Don't worry, I'll be out in a bit."

Roland's face flushed, and in her mind she had already cursed the system from top to bottom.

Now her clothes have completely changed, becoming a leather-like evening gown.

The dress is predominantly white, adorned with intricate gold patterns.

The upper body is designed like a bunny girl, while the lower body is a short, puffy princess skirt with puff sleeves on both sides.

The system also thoughtfully includes semi-transparent tentacle-skin socks and gloves, which have their own body temperature, giving them an indescribably eerie feel, but ultimately adding a touch of conservatism and elegance.

If you ignore the platinum tentacles swaying leisurely hidden in her skirt, Roland at this moment looks like a princess who has stepped out of a palace.

However, if we insist on including tentacles in the scope of our examination, they also resemble a princess.

She's just a tentacle monster princess.

Hearing Roland's voice from outside the door, and sensing that there was no tension in her tone, Renee breathed a slight sigh of relief and lowered her hand from pushing the door.

Just then, Roland at the door exclaimed in surprise again.

"Holy crap, why are my shoes deformed too?"

boom!

Accompanied by a dull thud and a thud as she fell, Roland's cry of pain resurfaced.

"Ouch! I almost fell and died! That tentacle... it hurts so much!"

This time, Renee, with her ear pressed against the door, could hear it clearly.

Miss Roland spoke of tentacles and said it hurt, her voice filled with bitterness and repression, like a princess knight captured by goblins.

What else could this be but an attack?

The magic surged forth from his body, spreading to the door lock and opening the door.

Roland had already stood up from the ground, her back to the door. She was wearing a beautiful princess evening gown, and her smooth back was displayed in front of Renee.

Rene was unmoved by his good looks and called out urgently.

"Miss Roland, are you alright?"

"Ah! Little Renee?"

Hearing the noise behind her, Roland shuddered and turned to look behind her.

The short Renee stood on the doormat, her hands clasped in front of her chest, still in the motion of pushing the door open and casting a spell, her face full of worry.

Roland knew that the little guy was worried about her.

But the current situation is special; she hasn't yet adapted to how the operating system redeemed the tentacle battle suit.

If I had to use an analogy, it would be like a normal human suddenly gaining eight extra arms, and not being able to adapt, they start hitting themselves.

At this moment, the tentacles hidden in the princess dress were in this state: some were twitching, and some were simply knotted.

The pain she felt made Roland gasp.

Left with no other choice, she could only wave Renee away.

"Rennie, didn't I just tell you not to come in? Close the door quickly, I'm really fine!"

"I'm busy right now, why don't you go to the living room and have some snacks?"

Renee keenly sensed that Roland's attitude was off.

Normally, Miss Roland would have already started to hold her and coax her like a child, and would never have so ruthlessly driven her away.

This person's temperament has changed drastically; there must be something fishy going on.

Moreover, in her perception, the magic around Roland was fluctuating violently, as if a large-scale spell was being cast.

The source of this information appears to be the princess dress that Roland is wearing at this moment.

Renee frowned, ignored Roland's words, and took a few more steps into the room, getting closer to Roland's side and reaching out to grab the hem of her skirt.

"Sister Roland, why did you suddenly change into this dress in your room?"

"Haven't you always preferred wearing more conservative clothing?"

Roland was shocked, not expecting Renee to disobey her, and only managed to shout one sentence.

"Rennie, don't touch your skirt!"

Unfortunately, it was too late. Renee's little hand touched the tutu made of tentacle leather, and Roland trembled.

The tentacles, which were still barely under control, instinctively launched themselves forward, and a large slap hit Renee's face.

Splat!

The sound of splashing, accompanied by sticky water, rang out.

Renee staggered back a few steps, her expression completely stunned.

She instinctively wiped her face with her hand, wiping off a handful of sticky fluid, just like the kind that covers fish scales when fishing at the old port.

Her purple eyes widened as she stared blankly at her sticky little hands, then at Roland's unmoving arms.

"Sister Roland."

"What... what was that thing that just slapped me?"