Reincarnated in the Alternate World, I'm A Demonic Lord as Well as a Villager
Chapter 115 - 93: Night Attack, Well, It Was Considered Successful!_2

Chapter 115: Chapter 93: Night Attack, Well, It Was Considered Successful!_2

What does it matter?

If Shami needs compensation, she can let Shami touch her as much as he wants.

She went out for a walk because she couldn’t sleep, and when she came back, she accidentally walked into the wrong tent.

On such a dark night, the responsibility for a girl entering the wrong tent is seventy-thirty!

The white-haired girl’s cheeks were blushing as she slowly pulled back the blanket and slipped in from another corner.

The tent fell silent.

Under the same blanket.

The blond and the white-haired one lay back to back, about twenty centimeters apart.

The blond was sweating: Did she really not notice me?! But in this position, I can’t sleep at all! How can I last until dawn!

The white-haired girl swallowed: Shami sleeps so quietly... I didn’t expect such a tall guy to look so much smaller when he’s asleep, does he shrink?

The blond bit her lip: Forget it, I should just give myself a "self-cleaning" spell and slip away. Oh no! I’m so overexcited my body won’t move!

The white-haired girl made up her mind: But since I’m here, at least I should give a hug.

Then, the white-haired girl turned around, her small hand slowly exploring under the blanket, and reached the waist of the blond one.

The blond’s entire body stiffened.

She actually took the initiative to touch me!

Is Shami dreaming about sleeping with a partner?

Feeling the person behind turning around and slowly moving closer, the blond’s cheeks started to heat up with a blush.

Ahem, the Demon King’s dreams are really wicked.

But since it’s come to this, if she doesn’t hug back, she’d be missing out.

The blond turned around too and matched the other’s movement, slowly embracing each other.

The air was quiet.

Eh?

What a poor sensation... Wasn’t Shami’s chest supposed to be well-trained?

Eh?

What a fierce sensation... Didn’t expect Shami’s chest to be this defined!

And this body’s softness doesn’t match either, does it ×2!

The blanket slowly pulled down, and in the faint light seeping through the tent from outside, emerald green eyes met dark blue eyes.

Two small faces were frozen.

"Lu, Lureya, what are you doing here..."

"I should be asking you, Lina, what are you doing here..."

Lureya suppressed her guilty conscience, rubbed her eyes, yawned, and used the [lv.1 Dream and Reality Confusion Technique].

"So it’s not a dream... Lina, why did you run into my tent in the middle of the night? Want to sleep together? But wasn’t girl sleepovers not at this time."

"Eh, eh, so this isn’t my tent?"

Embarrassed, Lina sat up, her face red with shame, quickly looking around, and used [lv.1 Play Dumb and Act Cute Technique], sticking her tongue out at the blonde girl.

"I couldn’t sleep, so I went out for a walk. I didn’t expect to come back and go into the wrong tent... really..."

"I see, it’s understandable to enter the wrong tent in cases like this."

Lureya also sat up and nodded in understanding.

Lina fell silent.

But this is Shami’s tent, Miss Lureya! Your presence here makes no sense!

"Eh, isn’t this Shami’s thing? Looks like this is Shami’s tent..."

Lina pointed at a piece of Shami’s clothing inside the tent.

"Eh? It’s actually Shami’s tent? No wonder I felt something was off. Looks like I also went to the wrong place."

The blonde girl continued to use the [lv.1 Dream and Reality Confusion Technique].

"Went out to handle some girl problems and didn’t expect to go the wrong way. It’s so dark at night."

"I-I see... It’s just too dark at night..."

The white-haired girl, guilty, used [Repeating].

Is it really possible for someone to go to the wrong place just because it’s dark? Lureya is unexpectedly cute in this kind of situation, usually so saintly and charming when awake, yet so adorably pure when half-asleep, truly the epitome of the Elf Race girl...

Compared to that, wanting to sneak up on Shami with such an excuse felt purely driven by desire, Lina!

The embarrassed white-haired girl, with the blonde girl pretending to be deeply asleep, had already carved a fortress with her ten white toes under the blanket.

Got away with it, as expected of me!

The two exchanged a glance.

"So... shall we go back to where we came from?"

"Yeah."

"Lina, good night... Let’s not tell anyone about this..."

"Yeah... telling about silly mistakes like walking into the wrong tent on a walk isn’t worth sharing..." The white-haired girl gave herself an excuse.

Under the firelight, the two mischievous girls sneaked back to their own tents.

Once they lay down in their respective tents, their pounding hearts slowly returned to their normal rhythm.

So close, the night raid didn’t succeed, but it wasn’t a failure either, as they hadn’t been discovered.

But even though they weren’t discovered, and successfully made it back, something still felt off.

"..."

"..."

Where’s Shami in the middle of the night!!!

...

Not far from the camp.

Under the moonlight, Shami came to the lakeside. The black-haired girl stood by the lake, arms crossed, with the pristine moonlight pouring through the air, spreading around her.

Shami frowned and walked over.

Just when he was about to sleep, he was suddenly called out by the Magical Girl.

The lake’s surface shimmered.

Shami remembered the first time he was called out by the Magical Girl, also at the lakeside.

Are Magical Girls all like this now, enjoying meetings by the lake?

"Saili?"

"You’re here. Shami."

Saili turned around and looked at Shami.

"Did you call me out for something?"

"Nothing important. This time when we confront the Demon Race, I want to know if you and Theo had any contact with them before. If you lack experience, I’ll need to keep an extra eye on you two then."

The Magical Girl’s purpose for meeting Shami was simple, indirectly gathering intel about Theo.

This time they’ll be contacting the Demon Race, and if Theo’s identity is unusual, he might act strangely.

"We haven’t. Neither Theo nor I have had contact with the Demon Race."

Shami calmly lied.

"Okay, at that time, you’ll still need to pay attention to Theo."

"Understood."

Saili, without much concern, asked Shami to observe Theo’s behavior.

After Shami agreed to everything, the black-haired girl was satisfied.

At this point, she remembered the barbecue she ate tonight. It suited the girl’s taste very well.

"Your barbecue was really good, is it a family secret?"

"No, I’m an orphan, I learned it myself." Shami said.

He had been alone when he arrived in this world.

An orphan?

Saili looked at the villager before her and thought for a moment, a plan forming in her mind.

A faint light flashed on the bracelet on her delicate wrist.

A diamond-shaped Crystal Stone appeared in her palm.

"Come over here, I want to see if you have what it takes to become a Mage."

Though she couldn’t directly determine mage potential like Fata, as a Saintess, Saili had several related trinkets.

For instance, the Crystal Stone in her hand, which could indirectly test if someone had Magic Power.

Though not as precise as Fata’s results, it served as a valid reference.

If the villager had potential, she might consider taking him to Fata.

Not that she expected him to become formidable.

His looks and physique had already caught her attention.

With some grooming and better learning, he could be sought after in Fata, amongst female Mages who often seek out men.

Yes, to groom a boy-toy spy!

If Shami pledged loyalty to her, becoming a personal spy, penetrating other Magical Girls and using his body to gather intel, she could take him away.

But the prerequisite was — the villager needed a hint of Magic Power foundation, or he could not enter Fata being a mere ordinary person.

"What’s this, Saili?"

"Your future."