Tap, tap, tap.
The heels of the shoes landed on the wooden corridor, playing a crisp melody.
However, the pace seemed a bit slow and clumsy, sometimes continuous and sometimes interrupted, making people unavoidably worried that the owner of the pace would fall down at any moment.
The nuns and the injured in the nave of the church were all attracted by the novel sound of high-heeled shoes. They all looked towards the corridor together, only to see a white snow lotus blooming and then closing again swaying gracefully.
The high-heeled shoes decorated with pearls and diamond pieces were gorgeous, and the calf curves extending from them were elegant and slender. The ruffled skirt fluttered up and down as the legs moved alternately.
With Edith's patient support, the silver-haired girl stepped down the stairs bit by bit, as clumsy and cautious as a child who had just learned to walk, yet always showing an indescribably noble temperament.
Her emerald-green eyes were as bright and glittering as stars, with a bit of worry, but not so much as to look sad.
That great chantress, Elenna Perkins, who usually wrapped herself in a conservative robe, had actually changed into the beautiful dress that only fashionable girls in big cities would wear.
The hall suddenly became quiet, leaving only the crisp sound of footsteps and the occasional low gasps of amazement.
It must all be Edith's doing.
Only an angelic being like her could persuade the great chantress to put aside the rigid dogmas and traditions for a while and fully display the youth and beauty that belonged solely to a girl.
In the eyes of others, the relationship between Edith and Elenna must be very close and friendly. Otherwise, how could one teach the other to walk in high heels?
But in fact, it was just a beautiful illusion.
Daphne, who was disguised as Elenna, didn't walk unsteadily because she was unfamiliar with it, but for some more embarrassing reasons that made it so difficult for her to even go down the stairs.
Edith, who walked in front with a smile and patience, didn't support Daphne out of kindness and friendship either. She was just addicted to the feeling of Daphne's small hand twitching and convulsing in her own palm. From time to time, she would play a mean trick by gently pulling it, making Daphne, who was already staggering, even worse, which gave her great pleasure.
"No... no more... Sister Edith, I can't... hold on anymore..."
"Don't slack off. We mustn't let others find out that the noble and elegant Miss Elenna is a pervert. Keep going, little darling."
"Whimper..."
After a brief exchange in a voice that only they could hear, Daphne realized that she seemed to have to spend the whole day wearing these high heels.
It was simply hell.
She was really grateful that the silk stockings left by Osriel could absorb moisture. Otherwise, there would surely have been a trail of something behind her all the way, which would have been so embarrassing.
As for the address of "Sister Edith", it was the result of Edith's coercion.
Although Elenna was actually older than Edith, now Daphne, who had inherited Elenna's appearance by using disguise magic, had fallen into Edith's hands. She wouldn't miss this good opportunity to satisfy her desire for control.
So Daphne could only address Edith like this, and she would have to do so in the future.
The atmosphere in the church today was quite relaxed. The situation of the injured was stable. After the nuns brought them wheat porridge and treated their wounds, they were temporarily free.
These little girls in black-and-white nun's long skirts gathered around as soon as they saw Daphne and Edith coming downstairs.
"Miss Elenna, you look so beautiful in this dress." They were not stingy with their praise, and each of them fixed their eyes on Daphne who was following behind Edith.
"Thank you. This is also my first attempt." Daphne forced herself to endure all the stimulation and discomfort and still showed herself as dignified and calm as Elenna herself. "It's okay, just a bit hard to walk."
"You'll get used to it after a while." Edith smiled and took up the conversation.
At least Edith would help her hide her identity in front of others. Daphne didn't have any more extravagant demands for now.
She could only endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens!
Daphne firmly believed that after getting through this difficult time, she would see light and hope. Even that little plush ball that cried all day long would surely have the day when it could turn over and become the master!
At that time, she would definitely let this bad girl, who had no respect for her elders, violated moral principles, was duplicitous, put on one face in public and another behind people's backs, bullied the weak and picked on the soft targets, know what real cruelty was!
Edith seemed to be able to see through her thoughts. She quietly tugged at Daphne's hand with an almost imperceptible movement, and Daphne almost lost her balance and fell down with a startled cry.
Subconsciously adjusting her pace was an even more devastating blow to Daphne's fragile and sensitive nerves. After a few crisp taps, even she herself was surprised that she could hold back and not cry out.
"Miss Elenna, are you okay!?" The little nuns were panicked. They rushed over one after another, wanting to steady Daphne.
However, the little nuns didn't know that their light and delicate hands on her waist and back were just adding to Daphne's sensory burden. At this moment, the half-blood girl could only rely on her full survival instinct to tough it out and try her best not to act too strangely.
"No... I'm okay..." Daphne gasped slightly. She straightened her body with difficulty. "Thank you..."
Whimper... Who made her the softest target within a hundred miles? She could only put up with being bullied by Edith for a while.
"I'm sorry that I couldn't come downstairs all morning and left all the work to you." Edith apologized to the nuns. "You take turns to have a rest. I'll come and help you."
"This is our hometown after all. The people in the town are all familiar faces. We should take care of them in the first place." A little nun with long chestnut hair stood out. "Miss Elenna has just come to the town. You can take her around to get familiar with it and have a rest yourself. You've been the busiest these days. We're all worried that you'll exhaust yourself."
"Doing more work will only make you healthier. If you keep sitting or lying down without moving, you'll be out of breath even when walking in the end." Edith put her hands on her hips and warned these little nuns. "Our great chantress, Mr. Elvis, always sat there dealing with documents and translating scriptures. Now when he goes up and down the stairs, he's gasping for breath like he's just run three laps around Salentz."
The little nuns were amused by Edith and giggled. Then they dispersed and went back to their respective jobs.
Daphne's look at Edith became complicated for a moment.
This blonde girl sometimes seemed strange and sometimes familiar. Daphne didn't quite believe that her kind and considerate side was all a false performance.
"Let's go. The same goes for you." Edith gave a sly and naughty smile. She looked back at Daphne behind her. "Maybe you'll get used to it if you walk more in high heels?"
Then she pulled Daphne forward forcefully, almost making Daphne fall again.
"Whimper..."
Take back what I said before. This girl was simply a devil, bad to the bone.
Edith planned to check on the situation of the injured in the church first today, and then visit them door to door in order. Daphne was required to accompany her all the time, and she also had to follow Edith all over the town of Kohl.
It was generally a peaceful morning.
Unfortunately, it was also an illusion.
The irregular sound of horses' hooves galloping hurriedly rang out outside the church, followed by the heavy sound of falling and neighing. A little nun who was sweeping the dust outside let out a sharp scream.
"Covered in blood! Mr. Ian, are you okay!?"