Chương 51: The Dark Elf Past

On the third floor of the church, in a luxurious room, some discordant sounds began to emanate.

"Will you talk or not?!"

"I won't tell."

Snapped!

"And now? Call me Master Roland!"

"Lo... Loran, my mistress."

"Very good, how should we drink douzhi (fermented mung bean juice)?"

"Soy milk... what is that?"

"Wrong answer! You have to drink the douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) along the rim of the bowl!"

……

At this moment, Nightingale was wearing a brand-new, mini-skirt-style maid's dress, cat ears, and a cat tail.

Roland hit his palm with a wooden ruler.

She looked at Roland speechlessly.

In her opinion, Roland was just boring.

If punishment were to be truly imposed, given the way nobles operate, it would be something that is difficult to describe in words.

However, the clothes and accessories she was wearing were indeed a bit embarrassing. I don't know how Roland came up with these strange things.

But all in all, Roland is truly a very kind person.

In ordinary noble households, maids who are not loyal like her would really be thrown out to feed the dogs.

Thinking of this, although she maintained her expressionless face, her gaze towards Roland involuntarily softened.

……

After fiddling with it for a while and seeing that the nightingale had no reaction, Roland simply threw away the wooden ruler.

Then, pretending to take them out of the spatial ring, they actually exchanged them from the system for fluffy cat paw gloves and shoes, as well as a large bow.

Before long, the sentimental cat maid version of the dark elf mature woman was freshly produced.

The nightingale finally blushed.

"What... what is this little girl's outfit?! Miss Roland, please let me change."

Roland, of course, wouldn't allow it. She looked at Nightingale with satisfaction, then sat back down in her seat.

In the game, these were originally used by the Fifth Prince on the female protagonist, Roland, but now they are being used on Nightingale, which can be considered revenge.

It's a pity that Roland's moral standards were too high, and she lacked the tools to commit the crime, otherwise she could have done this and that, and then taken photos.

Finally, it was sent to the Fifth Prince.

Roland took a sip of milk tea, looked up and asked.

"I'm genuinely curious why you're so loyal to the Fifth Prince."

"I've heard Caryl talk about his ideas before: building a political alliance based on business and advocating for governance through technology, which is indeed a step forward compared to feudal rule."

"But you are a dark elf, shouldn't you worship the goddess of night?"

The nightingale didn't understand the first half of the sentence, but she understood the rest.

Then he sighed.

"Since the fall of the goddess, most of us dark elves no longer worship the goddess of night."

Roland asked, puzzled.

"Why was the Goddess of Night unkind to you in her lifetime?"

The nightingale shook its head.

"It was the goddess's experiment that exploded, opening a breach in the front line of the abyss and leading to the abyss invasion."

"Furthermore, the Abyss Demons deciphered the goddess's experimental manuscripts and obtained methods to target the Dark Elves."

"We dark elves have not only become sinners, but we also constantly face the danger of the abyssal demons!"

"How are we supposed to continue believing in the goddess now?!"

Roland recalled Caryl's assessment of the goddess of the night.

Because he was bored out of his mind, he went to do experiments and blew himself up, also ruining the future of an entire race. It's really quite heartbreaking.

"And what about the Fifth Prince? What has he done to make you trust him so much?"

If it were before, Nightingale would have answered this question with confidence.

But after seeing Roland's business operations these past few days, she's become a little insecure.

"Well, the Fifth Prince spearheaded the establishment of the commercial alliance, vigorously developed magic technology, and built factories."

"We dark elves are very good at technical research, and many of my sisters have become factory owners or highly paid technicians."

Roland: "..."

Roland stared wide-eyed at the nightingale.

"I was wondering why you were so supportive of the Fifth Prince. So you're one of the beneficiaries of this system, aren't you?"

"You've seen how slum factories can eat people alive, haven't you? You've seen the kind of lives little Renee and little Alice lived, haven't you?"

"You dare to talk about doing this for the common people? You're the ones who should be hanging streetlights, aren't you?"

……

After giving the capitalist dark-skinned elf a lesson and ordering him to wear a catgirl outfit for a day, Roland then left Nightingale behind and went to her study.

This was built by Caryl herself, and it contains many of her rare books.

Among them are records about the Goddess of Night and the invasion of the Abyss.

The nightingale's words had piqued Roland's curiosity. Although she knew about the Abyss invasion, she was unaware of the relationship between the Abyss and the Goddess of Night.

She felt there must be some big gossip going on here!

Sure enough, after some searching, she discovered a blind spot.

Historical records indicate that the Goddess of Night conducted experiments based on the unstable nature of space within the Abyss Front.

Unfortunately, it exploded and crashed, causing a large gap to open up the front line, allowing the Abyss Demons to move freely.

It was the great God of Light who intervened and repaired the rift in the abyss, preventing a great disaster from happening.

The whole process only lasted half a month, even faster than the Krusty Krab's expansion.

Are the Abyss Demons idiots? Are they just going to stand by and watch the God of Light repair it?

Most importantly, if the God of Light is truly as powerful as described in the records...

What happened to the sow Narran saw on the Cloud Throne... no, it was the Radiant Goddess Ainardo?

Thinking about it this way, Roland even felt that there was something fishy about the fall of the Goddess of Night.

Perhaps the explosion wasn't caused by a failed experiment at all.

……

On the other side, Nightingale awkwardly pulled her skirt down, but no matter how much she pulled, the miniskirt was only that short.

Her long, shapely legs were exposed to the air.

Especially when paired with white stockings that cling to the skin, the slightly oily, delicate material makes the sheep drool.

That's right, at this moment the nightingale was bumped into by the sheep.

Nightingale hesitated to go down from the third floor because of her attire, and naturally bumped into the sheep that was looking for Roland to play with.

Sheep was originally a pig-headed succubus, and she saw a dark-skinned elf with furry cat paws on its limbs and a very cool and refreshing fabric on its body.

I was immediately struck by the contrast and couldn't walk any further.

And so they just stood there blocking the doorway.

Nightingale was also extremely embarrassed. Everyone knew about the succubus's reputation, and she was afraid that the sheep would turn into a lustful demon and pounce on her.

Just as she was about to make a move.

The sheep suddenly turned its head.

"You shameless dark-skinned elf, how dare you try to shake my love for Miss Roland."

Then he scoffed as if he was disgusted.

"Lady Roland looks a hundred times cuter in this outfit than you do. A girl like you who's way too old shouldn't wear clothes like this."

nightingale:"???"

Upon hearing this, Nightingale immediately became furious.

Good, good, good. No wonder everyone says this succubus is a die-hard fan of Roland. Today she's seen it for herself.

Nightingale, already feeling frustrated by Roland's teasing, decided to play a prank on him as well.

She no longer had a blank expression, but deliberately showed a blushing, intoxicated look, and spoke in an extremely manipulative tone.

"But Miss Roland seems to like it this way. She forced me to wear this outfit and made me wear it all day for her to see."

"What did you say?"

Sheep glared at the dark-skinned elf in front of her with her pink eyes, deliberately provoking her.

The nightingale got angry too; a cricket was just a lowly succubus.

"I was saying, Miss Roland really likes my type~"