Although it was a bit strange to say this, Ash felt an inexplicable sense of security at this moment.

After all, this was the first time since tonight that he knew who had entered his tent. He had no choice but to know.

More importantly, unlike Sword Lady, Witch and Silver Lantern, Ash is sure to persuade her to give up. As long as Ash refuses, she must accept it. It is impossible for her to learn from Sword Lady, Witch and Silver Lantern to play the piano on her own to temper herself.

Should we refuse? After all, she is the only one left... If what Ash did tonight is a crime, then he is already sentenced to death, and he cannot be sentenced to a heavier punishment even if he commits the crime again.

Ash quickly made up his mind: he had to refuse.

Because she is different from Sword Princess and the others, in everyone's impression, she doesn't like herself, she just wants to 'dominate' herself, so everyone treats her as a demon and monitors her as an enemy. It is also because of this that everyone can reluctantly accept her as a team member - because Sword Princess and the others believe that Ash's moral bottom line does not allow him to fall in love with a demon, not to mention that this demon has bad intentions.

Simply put, it was a sinister and despicable demon, and they were confident that they could control it.

But if it's a maid who likes her master, it's completely different.

Ash is a rubbish bin who only thinks good of others. Even if he hates the evil of demons, he may fall for the tenderness of a maid. In fact, it is not a big deal that Ash likes maids. Anyway, there are people he likes from Blood Moon to Stars. But the problem is that maids may turn back into demons.

To her, the devil is everything in her life, and the maid is just a glaring stain in it.

Even the witch and the silver lantern would not accept a woman who might backstab Ash. Sword Princess even made it clear that if Ash dared to like a maid, she would kill the demon.

The demons who hate Ash still have the right to live, but the maids who like Ash can only die.

Even if it was just to reduce the pressure she was under in the team, Ash had to denounce her evil intentions in righteous words, give orders in a firm tone, not giving her any chance, and make her leave the battlefield as soon as possible.

Ash steeled himself and waited quietly for the quilt to move on its own.

The tent was completely silent, the darkness was as thick as a deep lake, even the closet was silent. Ash closed his eyes, breathed slowly, and his body slowly relaxed. He then realized that he had been busy for nearly two hours, and it was already nearly midnight.

Suddenly, like a stone thrown into a deep lake, the direction of the air flow changed. Ash clearly felt that a person suddenly appeared beside the bed, as if she had been hiding in the shadows until now.

Wonders·Soul reflection·Shadow dimension.

The bed made a barely perceptible creaking sound as she sat down. Ash could even feel the indentation made by her round buttocks on the soft bed.

She moved very quietly, like a little squirrel stealing pine cones, and seemed not to disturb the silence in the darkness. For some reason, Ash found it funny when he thought of her cautious look.

What will she do next? Attack? Play the piano? Or...quench?

Ash was thinking wildly, waiting and waiting, but after a full minute nothing happened, as if there were only him and the three girls in the closet in the tent. Ash felt itchy as he waited, wondering if she had discovered that he was not asleep.

Suddenly, the dark lake rippled slightly, and Ash felt a warm breath on his face, as if a demon was leaning over him. His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously held his breath, but soon realized that something was wrong - a sleeping person would not hold his breath, and she must have noticed that he was not asleep.

Sure enough, Ash found that the other person's breathing suddenly disappeared. Obviously, she realized that Ash had discovered her existence and she panicked.

But soon, the warm breaths intertwined again, becoming less and less concealed. Her breathing was rapid, shallow, and warm, and her heart must have been beating fast, like a hungry demon looking at its food, and her body couldn't wait to have a full meal.

To be honest, this scene is actually a bit scary. The surroundings are extremely dark without a trace of light, and it is so silent that there is no sound at all. You can only feel the breath in the darkness, as if you will be eaten in the next second.

But Ash was not only not afraid, he even felt like laughing. Because he could sense that the other party was afraid, so he was so cautious and only dared to get close to test him. He was simply the most cowardly demon he had ever seen.

Ash knew she was looking at him, but the darkness was so thick that they could see nothing even though they were staring at each other. Perhaps because of this, they dared to look at each other without restraint, without worrying about moral bottom line and self-principles.

Slowly, Ash felt her hand go under the quilt, thinking that it was finally coming. However, unlike what Ash imagined, she just grabbed Ash's hand, her fingers inserted into the gaps between her fingers, and her fingers were tightly intertwined.

This was the first time they held hands... and perhaps the first time they held hands.

They have obviously done more intimate things, but holding hands still makes their hearts beat fast.

The power of the Soul-Chasing Spirit penetrated the souls of the two people, making them brighter. They did not emit light, and the darkness in the tent was not broken, but they could see each other more clearly than ever before, because they did not see with their eyes, but with their souls.

However, what appeared before Ash was not a ferocious demon.

The elf maid was seen sitting beside the bed, holding Ash's hand tightly with her left hand. She bent down slightly, with her pink curly twin ponytails hanging on both sides of her pretty face, staring at Ash quietly.

The two stared at each other for a long while before Ash asked softly, "Why are you wearing a maid outfit again?"

Since the beginning of the training, Vichy no longer wears a maid outfit, but has changed into the Ghost Prophet's combat uniform. A feather cape, a black vest, slim trousers and high-heeled leather boots, to sum it up in one sentence - much more handsome than Vichy.

Ash thought she was finally going to give up the image of a maid, but Vichy, who was sitting on the bed, put on a maid bra that showed off her proud and soft figure, a snow-white satin hair accessory, and purple knee-high socks that were slightly tight under her short skirt.

There is no sign at all that she is a ghost prophet.

"…You don't like it?"

Vichy's voice was gentle, but to Ash, it sounded weak and anxious. But how could a ghost prophet be weak and anxious?

"What are you doing here?" Ash asked.

Vichy didn't answer, she just stared at Ash blankly, her face was red as if bleeding, her eyes were blurry like a deer, and she looked like she was drunk. It was the first time Ash saw Vichy like this, it was better to say that she was enduring something rather than hesitating about something.

The maid looked at Ash for a long time, then slowly raised her hand and touched her soft lips with her finger. Her eyes were always looking at Ash, and they reminded Ash of the eyes of a small animal eager to be fed.

Ash hesitated for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "You can only kiss."

Ash couldn't even say no. It was like seeing a man dying of thirst in the desert, while he had endless ice cola and countless delicious Lala fat foods... He felt that if he refused, Vichy would not be able to survive.

Vichy instantly became happy, and the joy in her eyes was clearly visible. If she had a tail, it would definitely be wagging at this moment. She placed her hands on both sides of Ash, slowly leaned down, and kissed Ash cautiously and expectantly, just like a prince kissing a princess.

This was not their first kiss, but it was more emotional than any other time. The affection that Vichy had been suppressing in her heart permeated Ash's soul in the exchange of sharp words, and the surging passion seemed to want to merge into Ash's body... When the kiss ended, several minutes had passed, and Vichy naturally rode on Ash, with her legs clamped around Ash's waist as always.

The two of them embraced each other, their chaotic breathing intertwined, the maid's soul body pressed against the outline of her master. Ash hugged her waist, feeling a sense of melancholy that there was no turning back.

He sighed, and based on his previous experience, he took the initiative to ask about Vichy's latest breakthrough: "Can you disconnect the prophetic ability of the Gospel Spirit?"

Vichy was startled and shook his head.

"Can you interfere with the monitoring ability of the Gospel Spirit?"

Continue to shake your head.

"Then can you set up an area to isolate and shield the Gospel Spirit?"

Still shaking his head.

Ash was a little surprised: "So which aspect of the Gospel Spirit did you crack?"

The maid blinked and whispered, "I didn't crack the Gospel Spirit."

Ash was shocked: "You dare to come to me without cracking the Gospel Spirit?"

I declare that you are the worst operator I have ever seen, no doubt about it!