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Chapter 190: Gu! Kill me (Cheryl's unreasonable association) (2)

"Chiji? Chiji~chiji!"

Jasmine licked Cheryl's cheek even more happily.

"Woooo~!"

Although she tried to communicate with Jasmine again, Sheryl had already given up in her heart by this time.

As if she had had enough of playing, Jasmine curled up next to Cheryl.

She could clearly feel Jasmine's warmth and the sound of her steady breathing as she slept.

It was clear that the owner, Cheryl, was tied up by an unknown guy, and she didn't know what kind of treatment she would suffer next. But Jasmine lay beside Cheryl and rested peacefully. Should we say that she was carefree or silly and cute?

Cheryl was in a very complicated mood.

(Damn it, if I had known I would have taught Jasmine a lesson, I really doted on her too much.)

She was now beginning to regret not having trained the stinky fox more often.

Not long after Jasmine fell asleep curled up next to Cheryl, she heard the door open.

Listening to the footsteps, she deduced that there were two people entering the room.

"It looks like you've woken up."

Although Cheryl lay motionless on the ground pretending to be dead, the boys who entered the room noticed that she had regained consciousness.

"Woooo~oooo!"

Cheryl gave up hiding and wanted to open her mouth and complain loudly to the other party.

(Why is it this guy Alfred? What does he want to do to me?!)

When thinking of that playboy, Sheryl had a bad premonition in her heart. She thought that she might have to die here today for the first time in her three lifetimes, and by an extremely bad harem man!

Alfred pulled off the cloth covering Cheryl's eyes and the gag from her mouth.

By the way, it took Cheryl a while to realize that the thing stuffing her mouth was actually a ball gag.

"Wow! So bright!"

Because she suddenly saw the bright light, Cheryl squinted her eyes and screamed.

"Since you are awake, please talk to me. I have many, many things I want to clarify with you."

Alfred pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Cheryl.

"Talk? I don't think you're in the right attitude to talk to people."

Cheryl moved her body, expressing her dissatisfaction and signaling Alfred to untie her quickly.

"You are understandable for thinking this way. However, I don't intend to take you lightly when your identity is unknown, so please be patient for a while."

Alfred put on a sly smile and looked at the little fox who was still sleeping next to Cheryl.

"Or do you want me to hold a hostage and talk to you? You seem to take good care of this puppet."

"What are you talking about now, you bastard? Jasmine is here, it must be your doing, right?!"

Cheryl complained indignantly.

"It's not my fault. I was also troubled by the fact that this little girl suddenly appeared in my room. But she didn't do anything to get in the way, so I didn't intend to do anything to her."

"Huh? How could Jasmine run out by herself... Wait, wait a minute, you said this is your room?!"

Cheryl couldn't help but exclaim.

The first time in this life that I entered the room of the opposite sex was in such a subtle way.

This made Sheryl, who still had a wonderful girlish heart, feel very complicated.

"That's right. After all, I can't find a suitable place to put you for the time being. Miss, you don't want to stay in a fissure world without any protection and may encounter dangerous monsters at any time, right?"

Alfred stretched a little, crossed his arms and legs, and looked at Cheryl lying on the ground.

"Since we don't have much time, let's talk about important things. Can you tell me who you are and why you appeared in that place last night?"

(Last night... has a day already passed? Wait, wait a minute.)

From Alfred's question, Cheryl deduced how much time had passed since Lucius attacked Rose.

Only then did she notice that the serious injuries on her body that should have been fatal now seemed to have healed completely.

At least, Cheryl herself didn't feel any pain or itching at all.

In such a short time, the means to heal her serious injuries were very limited. Apart from the extremely skilled healing magician's treatment, the only other option was to use the extremely expensive special healing potion.

When Brady injured Elajeer in the first simulated battle, Cheryl had seen Alfred use that potion on Elajeer. And she had never heard of the rumor that Alfred could heal magic.

Cheryl speculated that the other party probably used the latter to heal himself.

(This guy, is he willing to use such an expensive tool on me? No, maybe he is anxious to get information from me... Anyway, I still can't let my guard down against this guy.)

"My name is Dominica..."

Cheryl spoke up.

"She's lying, Al."

The silver-haired girl who suddenly appeared in the room interrupted Cheryl's speech and reported to Alfred.

The girl's announcement was so decisive that Cheryl was stunned.

"Eh?"

"Well, this is what happened. My child has golden eyes, and they are not the third-rate ones that most dragons have. He can easily see through your lies, young lady."

Alfred raised a teasing smile and leaned towards Cheryl.

"So, I think it would be better for you to just answer my questions, Miss Sheryl~"

"You...you, how did you know..."

"Anu Cult, huh? You really have a group of good friends. The few guys who survived the scene have confessed to me everything they know."

There was a hint of danger in his eyes, but he still had that annoying smile on his face.

I really hate this guy. I can't let Rose be with him. Looking at Alfred like this, this thought popped up in Cheryl's mind again.

"Or, Miss Sheryl, you are very interested in my method of getting them to reveal information."

"Are you threatening me?"

Cheryl showed no sign of weakness and glared back at Alfred fiercely.

"Not really. Rather, I am quite grateful to you for risking your life to protect Rose and Lily. So if you are willing to answer the questions obediently, I don't intend to take any rude actions against you, Miss Sheryl."

"Humph, you won't resort to violent means? You have tied me up here, and you have the nerve to say such a thing."

"I hoped you would be a little understanding before. If you ran away, I would be very troubled."

"Do you think you have the credibility to say such things?"