At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly knocked on.

"Lily, Lily!"

Sophia's voice came from outside, full of excitement. "Are you in there? I finally managed to free up some time today to come see you!"

The very thing you don't want to happen tends to happen, and Ariel immediately panicked.

She grabbed a corner of the blanket, looking at the girl's flushed red cheeks, almost wanting to cover Celitia's head with the blanket and hide her so Sophia wouldn't discover her.

Celitia blinked and burrowed into the blanket herself, covering herself completely.

The girl's voice came from under the blanket: "It's fine, just tell Sophia I'm not here."

Discovering that her impulsive thought seemed to have been seen through by Celitia, Ariel was embarrassed enough that her cheeks flushed red:

"How is that possible? You're lying right here—wouldn't that be obvious immediately?"

"The one lying here isn't me," the girl under the blanket squirmed and arranged herself into a long shape. "It's a body pillow."

As she spoke, Celitia couldn't hold back and let out a muffled laugh under the blanket.

She knew of course that it was impossible to fool anyone—she was purely just teasing Ariel for fun.

Who told her to forcibly carry her earlier and run through the church in front of so many people...

Celitia was quite vindictive.

Anyway, now they were all girls, so being a little petty was fine, right?

She quietly pulled open a gap in the blanket and indeed saw that Ariel's face had turned red all the way to the base of her neck—she was practically about to have steam coming out of her head.

This was too easy to tease. Celitia made a victory gesture in her heart.

Little Saintess, handled!

Sophia knocked on the door again, got no response, but seemed to hear talking from inside.

She simply opened the door herself and walked in excitedly.

Who knew that as soon as she looked inside, she would see a face she didn't particularly want to see.

"Ariel?" Sophia's face immediately fell. "Why are you here? Where's Lily?"

"Uh... she..."

Ariel was rarely at a loss for words.

Sophia had entrusted someone to her care, but she had let her get sick—this was definitely the kind of shame that would haunt Ariel for a long time.

Seeing Sophia looking toward the bed, Ariel instinctively stepped in front of her, trying to block Sophia's view.

Right after blocking her, Ariel regretted it—wasn't this just trying to cover up and making it more obvious?

Sophia tilted her head slightly and saw the raised blanket from behind the rigid Ariel.

"The person under the blanket is Lily, right?" She narrowed her eyes. "What are you two doing?"

"Uh, this..."

While Ariel was racking her brains trying to figure out how to answer and hopefully fool Sophia, the person under the blanket squirmed again and spoke in a muffled voice:

"To cooperate with the Saintess, I am now a body pillow."

Ariel: "..."

Who asked you to cooperate?

And if you're going to cooperate, that's not how you do it!

Ariel's toes curled in embarrassment—she wanted to find a crack to crawl into.

Sophia was baffled and hurried around Ariel to the bedside, forcibly pulling away the blanket covering the girl's head.

"Lily? Are you sick?"

Seeing the two patches of sickly red on the girl's face, Sophia reached out to touch her forehead and indeed felt burning heat.

Suddenly understanding what had happened, Sophia turned to glare at Ariel:

"I know now—you wanted Lily to cooperate with you to fool me into thinking she wasn't sick!"

"I, I didn't! That kind of game that only children play—"

Ariel was protesting when her gaze passed over Sophia's side and saw Celitia lying on her side on the pillow, curving her lips and blinking at her playfully.

"..."

For an instant, Ariel seemed to see a little devil with wings.

She couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth: This person looks so cool and pure, but she actually likes to tease people?!

Celitia stuck out her tongue slightly.

"No," she finally spoke leisurely, "I was just teasing the Saintess for fun. We weren't conspiring to fool you, Sophia."

Sophia hadn't calmed down yet and pointed at Ariel: "I entrusted you to her, and this is how she takes care of you?"

Ariel was even more embarrassed and couldn't find words to respond.

Usually, she was the one lecturing Sophia, but today the tables had turned, and it was her turn to be lectured by Sophia.

"It's not Ariel's fault," Celitia explained with a smile. "I insisted on participating in the relief activity myself, and when I came back, I wasn't careful, which is why I fell ill."

Hearing her own name from Celitia's mouth for the first time, Ariel was startled and couldn't help but glance at her.

Unlike before when she had refused to call her by name directly, Celitia's tone was very natural, as if she had called her this many times.

Sophia was also startled and noticed Ariel's gaze, causing her jealousy to completely overflow.

What the heck!

In just a few short days, how had Lily started calling Ariel by her name directly, deliberately teasing her for fun, and even defending her!

When had they become so close?!

More crucially, it was Sophia herself who had sent her to Ariel.

The sourness in her heart could no longer be controlled and bubbled up uncontrollably.

"No way!" Sophia blurted out. "Lily is sick, I need to take her back!"

"It's fine—"

Celitia wanted to comfort Sophia and tell her not to worry, since her illnesses always got better quite quickly.

But before she could finish, Ariel got anxious first:

"That won't work! The agreed time was seven days, and only half has passed!"

Keeping promises and never allowing plans to be disrupted—this was always Ariel's way of doing things.

Once disrupted, Ariel herself would be the first to feel terrible.

"Leaving her with you, what if she gets sick again in a couple days?" Sophia wouldn't yield. "Besides, the austere monastic life at the church is too harsh—Lily can't handle it!"

"She'll get sick if she stays with me? Then tell me, how did her body get to be like this, and where did the curse come from?"

"Well, it's been three or four days now—have you found the source of the curse problem?"

"But if you take her back, I'll have even less way to find the cause!"

Watching the two argue irreconcilably over where she should go, Celitia felt a headache coming on.

"Stop fighting," Celitia weakly raised her hand. "How about you let me choose?"

The two sisters turned around simultaneously:

"No!!"

On this point, they were quite in sync.

Because they had both seen through the fact that Celitia was the one who cared least about her own health.

Let her make the choice? How could that be possible!

Celitia: "..."

How come even where she should go was no longer up to her?

Mentally exhausted, she might as well just sleep.

Anyway, they would eventually argue their way to a conclusion...

Celitia gave up completely.