Chương 337: Special Attack on Lolis

"My tail was too hot, so I used magic to put it away."

Roland explained without any change in expression.

Thranduil saw the photos of Roland's furry body and was filled with curiosity and anticipation.

"High Sister Roland, may we see your tail and fox ears?"

Roland tilted her head.

She could hear the excitement in Thranduil's tone.

Could it be that this little white elf saintess who came from afar has a thing for fox ears?

However, she didn't care too much. Anyway, the fox's tail was bound to be revealed eventually. After a little preparation, she activated the skill.

Having learned from her previous experience, Roland easily controlled her expression and voice; the joy that welled up in her mind only made her cheeks blush slightly.

As the magical mist exploded, a long, white, fluffy tail emerged from the opening in the skirt and coiled up around the sofa.

Roland had specially stretched the length and size of the mattress to make it a mattress for the little girl in the church, but now, due to insufficient space, she was forced to keep her legs together and turn her hips to the side.

This movement caused the bodycon skirt to tighten, and the fabric was stretched into an amazing curve by the full, rounded buttocks.

Roland also had huge fox ears on her head. The Frost Flycatcher's ears are naturally large, causing one ear to droop slightly.

Coupled with her blushing face from happiness, she practically embodied the word "temptation."

Thranduil and the Moon Maid were both stunned, with only two thoughts in their minds.

The first sentence is...

How can a fox be so flirtatious?

The second sentence is...

What happened to the Golden Fox Royal Family?

"How did the blond hair turn white?!"

Thranduil asked directly, and Roland also sensed something was wrong and turned around to look.

Oops, I forgot to turn the tail back to yellow.

But it's okay, that's the good thing about other worlds. No matter how bizarre the phenomenon, as long as it's attributed to magic, it's fine.

So Roland touched her tail and said innocently.

"It's been hot lately, and I thought the fox fur was too hot, so this is what happened."

"I see. Would you mind if I checked your tail?"

The Moon Maid nodded thoughtfully, instantly connecting it to the ancient bloodline.

A thousand years ago, the world was vibrant and diverse, with all sorts of strange and wonderful races and bloodlines appearing like fish crossing a river. Roland's situation is very likely due to some kind of special bloodline talent.

It is said that some dwarves have awakened the talent of giantification, which allows them to hit other races at the knees without jumping, which is terrifying.

Upon hearing this, Roland secretly activated the system.

He glanced at the [Golden Fox Transformation] icon out of the corner of his eye before replying with a smile.

"Of course, Miss Yue, please feel free to go ahead."

After a thorough inspection, Yue loosened its soft, white tail.

"Yes, it is indeed a high-level Golden Fox bloodline, consistent with the Dragon Clan's identification. This should be some kind of talent."

"Unfortunately, too much time has passed, and the turbulent era destroyed a large number of historical records, making it impossible to determine the specific type of magical talent."

"Hmm? Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Thranduil was staring blankly at his tail when he heard the Moon Maid's question, and immediately looked away from Roland's tail.

The long white tail was just right for her; it matched the hair color of the white elves perfectly, and its fluffy, soft texture made it look more like a plush pillow than a yellow fox.

What a pity... I am the heir to the royal family.

If she were a regular white elf, she might have pounced into the big white tail and enjoyed the soft, fluffy feel.

Thranduil gently shook his head.

"It's nothing, I just find it strange that Sister Roland's tail has changed."

"That is indeed quite rare."

The Moon Maid paused, then turned her gaze back to Roland's face.

"Sister Roland, we have a general understanding of the group and the bloodline. Now there is one last thing, which is also the most important thing."

"That is the relationship between you and the apostate saintess Serafie. We were unable to lend you a hand at the previous arbitration conference because of this. Please forgive us."

Roland certainly wouldn't take such polite words seriously.

Thranduil's swift arrival in the capital was clearly due to the fact that he had demonstrated sufficient value; otherwise, he would probably still be leisurely traveling in the central continent.

His relationship with Serafis is somewhat difficult to explain.

To this, Roland gave only an ambiguous answer.

"The former saintess of Seraphim is so mysterious. As a mere nun, I can only follow her arrangements. But she seems happy to see me develop the Roland Group and the church."

"I really don't understand why she would suddenly apostatize."

This answer was clearly to Thranduil's liking.

According to information brought by Elona, in her eyes, Roland is a faith-collecting tool forcibly trained by Seraf, and her body is marked with the radiant mark of a false god.

How pitiful.

Having just seen the fluffy tail that suited his taste, Thranduil's tone softened considerably, and he even changed how he addressed people.

"Miss Roland, there are still some things you haven't said, aren't there?"

"Did Serafie do anything else to you?"

As a result, Roland almost yawned when she heard that.

Holy crap, could it be that all the information about the Radiant Mark has been exposed?

What is Serafice good for? He can't even keep this much information.

No, it doesn't necessarily mean the Radiant Mark. I can't let myself be exposed.

Roland suppressed her surprise, and in an instant, she channeled her inner Oscar statuette, frowning and turning her face away, her eyes naturally revealing a struggle.

"Your Highness, I cannot speak..."

Such an expression, when placed on the image of the white-haired fox girl, makes her appear weak, pitiful, and helpless.

For some reason, the Moon Maid imagined Roland as a beautiful but lonely widow who had lost her husband before even getting married. She had a voluptuous and alluring body but could only live a life of widowhood, and her prime years had long since turned into cold ashes.

Thranduil, having never read a single breeding manual due to the high-pressure education of the royal family, only felt sorry for Roland and immediately spoke up.

"Is it a branding restriction?"

"Your Highness, how did you know?"

"Don't worry, we already have all the information about the traitor Serafie, and we know exactly what she did using you."

When Serafir was mentioned, Serandil regained his composed and proud demeanor.

"Don't worry, headquarters already has countermeasures for Serafie's tricks. The technology she uses is outdated."

As he spoke, Thranduil took out a strange crystal ball.

The sphere was about the size of a hand grenade, with a golden energy band swirling around inside, like a small golden fish.

As soon as Roland showed a puzzled expression, the Moon Maid stepped forward and explained.

"Miss Roland, this item can remove the mark the traitor placed on you."

"Don't worry, you are free from today onwards."

Upon hearing this, Roland's face turned green.

Without the radiant mark, wouldn't the goddess of nausea starve to death?!