Mylora was already deeply worried about her chastity.

Torina, however, remained completely oblivious—mistaking the girl’s tension for hunger. *Good thing I asked the inn’s head chef to prepare a feast last night,* she thought proudly.

—Flashback: Last Night—

"Ahem, Chef? A favor. Here’s a tip."

"This much—!? Of course! Just say the word!"

"Tomorrow, I’ll have a deep talk with someone important. Need something delicious to set the mood."

"‘Important person’… ‘deep talk’… ‘set the mood’…? Ah—! Got it, got it! Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re both bursting with energy!"

"Uh… ‘bursting with energy’? Whatever. Just make it lavish!"

—End Flashback—

*(Guess the chef’s skills really impressed Mylora. Hehehe.)*

Torina smirked.

Having lived two lifetimes (though barely fifty years combined), she knew how to win a girl’s heart—*even if I died a virgin last time*, she mused.

From the original story, she recalled Mylora’s traits:

1. Craved maternal love after losing her mother.

2. Deeply wary of nobles and the wealthy.

3. Preferred practical gifts.

4. Loved good food.

So Torina prepared her countermeasures:

1. Offer maternal warmth ("Lai Lai"-style).

2. Soothe her with gentle, reassuring words.

3. High-quality, pretty undergarments—durable and useful.

4. A lavish breakfast. Simple. Direct.

*This combo should make her feel at home. No quitting. No game-over.*

"How about it, Miss Mylora—ah, may I call you Mylora-chan? Let bygones be bygones. Let’s—"

"You treated me like a servant before! Now you want me to be an ☆AV actress!? YOU PERVERTS!!!!"

Mylora hurled the scandalous lingerie, snatched her gear, and bolted out the door.

Torina stood frozen, wind whipping through her hair.

"…Did I do something wrong?"

She scratched her head.

*Failed. But no panic—plenty of time before the third quit incident: "loot dispute after boss fight."*

Just then, an unexpected visitor arrived.

Vice-Captain Annawiel burst in. "Torina! Lachesis said you were here! Time to move the team—EEP!?"

Her eyes locked on Torina’s ultra-revealing nightgown. She slapped hands over her face (fingers splayed wide), voice flustered:

"Why are you prancing around half-naked!? No shame!? I saw everything!!"

"…We’re both girls. What’s the big deal?"

"A-Ah?! W-Well—still! Indecent! What if others see? Team reputation!!"

"Oh? I thought you were just into my body."

"EEP!?"

"Kidding. You don’t strike me as a lesbian. So—what’s up?"

Torina stayed calm. *Hmm… Annawiel seems flustered? Must be my imagination.*

"…Dungeon exploration! You boasted about slaying Amana Forest’s lord! Teams spotted massive insectoid swarms southeast—likely the lord’s trail!"

"Right…"

"Don’t let others beat us! You don’t wanna stay useless, do you?"

"Don’t call me useless…"

Torina sighed.

*Yeah, I know the boss location—a muddy pit in the southeast swamp. Secret passage. But two problems:*

*One: Fight before securing Mylora? Quit-trigger guaranteed. Game over.*

*Two: Boss scales with party size. More fighters = stronger monster.*

"Spacing out again? Everyone’s bored after a week in town! Lead us already!"

"Fine… I guess."

*Dungeon run’s necessary. But first—fix things.*

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Post-breakfast, the entire Shepherd Moon Adventurers team gathered downstairs—captain excepted. A table of stunning girls naturally drew stares, but they’d long grown used to it.

Torina hadn’t arrived yet. Others took seats.

Scout: Mylora (original protagonist), slender gray-haired girl, lowest-ranked member, freshly escaped her lesbian guild master’s clutches.

Holy Knight: Annawiel (this chapter), vice-captain, tall, fiery golden-red hair, noble heiress with fierce pride.

Wood Elf Archer: Patti (Ch.2), golden-haired elf, effortlessly sociable.

Holy Word Mage: Lachesis (Ch.2), pink-haired tea lover who filters leaves with the captain’s stockings.

Earth Elementalist: Marion (Ch.3), purple-haired, one of Torina’s simps, enjoys teasing Mylora.

Gale Swordsman: Lilia (Ch.3), green-haired, Torina’s other simp, equally fond of bullying Mylora.

Sword Dancer: Wenren Jixue (Ch.4), from the Eastern Empire, kind-hearted but shy.

Torina had met all above since returning. As for the remaining three—

"Juice. Icy. Now, now!"

Radiant Priestess Naji Aurelian commanded Mylora like a servant. Mylora shot her a glare but obeyed. Naji snatched the glass, muttered "So slow," and resumed painting nails. Her modified holy robes—ultra-short skirt, plunging neckline—looked less priestess, more Earth-style "fashionista."

"Tch! Gauntlets need oiling! Mylora—help me!"

Heavy Shield Knight Ranifi Dis barked. Mylora glared back. Ranifi slammed the table, standing tall despite her petite frame dwarfed by cobalt stone armor. The contrast radiated intimidating aura.

"U-Um… everyone… please… no fighting…" Ji Xue whispered.

"Hnnn… Ranifi, too loud… still sleepy…"

Metal Artisan Lindas Solaris napped face-down, metallic-gleam hair hiding her kitten-like features.

"You slept ten hours! Boss called us—dungeon time!"

"Five more minutes…"

Worse yet, Marion and Lilia circled Mylora.

"Why’re you still here?" "Just leave already." "Leave your coins as apology~" "You’ve disgusted us long enough!" "Hahahahaha~~"

Their laughter sharp with malice. *Captain’s back. She won’t last.*

Then—

"Good morning, everyone."

Torina arrived, freshly changed, smiling calmly.