Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

The group sat around the table in a tense atmosphere. Elena spoke first: "This town seems too normal, completely contrary to the information we received." The others nodded in agreement.

Shen Ying sat to the side, her eyes somewhat bewildered. She didn't understand many things about this world to begin with, and at this moment she just listened quietly.

Adrian frowned. "The intelligence couldn't be wrong, but the scene before us..." His words were filled with confusion. Leon continued, "Your Highness, it is indeed strange. Could someone be deliberately misleading us?"

Calvin stroked his chin: "That's possible, but what would be the purpose?" Eric's eyes sharpened: "In any case, we can't let our guard down."

After much discussion, they still had no clue what to do, and everyone's faces showed exhaustion and helplessness. Edric waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Let's call it a day. Everyone is tired, so let's get some rest." Everyone nodded.

After arranging the guards, the servants returned to their rooms.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion of the past few days, Shen Ying collapsed onto the bed as soon as she entered the room and quickly washed up. Almost the instant her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep, soon breathing evenly and even snoring softly. At this moment, she was immersed in this rare rest.

The post station returned to tranquility in the night, with only the occasional neighing of horses and the soft footsteps of the night watchmen.

As dawn broke, the rising sun, like a giant golden ball, slowly ascended from the horizon, its soft light bathing every corner of the post station and draping the ancient stone building in a golden veil. Everyone immersed themselves in their respective tasks.

Shen Ying walked alone in the small town.

The purpose of this trip to the town is to subdue the Dream Demoness. She is an extremely cunning monster, humanoid in form with a graceful figure, long, cascading hair that is multicolored and shimmering with light, the strands of hair twisting as if alive. Her eyes are deep purple, containing bewitching vortexes, and her skin is smooth as white jade yet exudes a chilling aura.

The Illusionary Demoness's magical attributes are illusion and mental. She can create immersive illusions where people see their deepest fears or desires. She can also invade minds, control actions, and break down an enemy's will, causing them to kill each other. She usually hides in the shadows, feeding on human emotions and souls, making her difficult to detect and capture.

Wherever it passes, people are trapped in illusions, seeing things they fear or crave, their thoughts are invaded, their actions are controlled, their will is broken, and they kill each other.

However, from the moment she stepped into the town, everything here seemed no different from any other ordinary town to her.

She walked slowly along the street, carefully observing everything around her. Shops on both sides of the street opened one after another, and merchants enthusiastically attracted customers.

"Young lady, come and see this exquisite silk! It's so soft to the touch!" a plump merchant called out to her with a smile. A nearby merchant selling jewelry chimed in, "Look at these beautiful ornaments! They'll definitely look good on you." The dazzling array of goods was neatly arranged on the shelves.

The tavern was already quite full of customers, the sounds of laughter and the aroma of wine mingling in the air. "Hey! You rascal, I'm not satisfied with yesterday's game, let's play again today!" "Haha, bring it on!" Two burly men laughed heartily.

Arriving at the riverbank, women were washing clothes, the rhythmic sound of wooden sticks pounding the garments filling the air. "These clothes are really dirty today, the children's husband is working so hard!" one woman said with a smile to the person next to her. "Yes, but the sun is so good, they'll be dry easily," another woman replied.

Children ran and played in the streets and alleys, their laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells. "You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" a little boy shouted back to a little girl as he ran. The little girl retorted defiantly, "I'll catch you soon!"

A little girl with pigtails was running happily, her eyes fixed on her friends chasing ahead. She didn't notice Shen Ying and suddenly pounced on her. Shen Ying looked up and recognized her – wasn't this the little girl she'd met yesterday? The adorable child who said she also had a bow and arrow.

Before she could think, the impact sent her staggering backward. She tripped over something on the road and fell to the ground. In that instant, she instinctively used one hand to shield the little girl and pressed her other hand heavily against the ground, a sharp pain shooting through her as her palm scraped against the pavement.

The little girl, protected by Shen Ying, was unharmed. She quickly got up, her eyes filled with panic and guilt, and said in a tearful voice, "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

When she saw that Shen Ying's hand was bleeding, she burst into tears, "Sister, you're bleeding, it's all my fault."

Shen Ying smiled and comforted the little girl, "It's okay, it's just a small scratch, nothing serious."

But the little girl wouldn't listen. With tears streaming down her face, she grabbed Shen Ying's arm and pulled her towards her house, saying, "Sister, come home with me, I'll ask Mom to bandage you up." Shen Ying couldn't persuade her otherwise, and seeing the little girl's pitiful crying face, she thought she'd let her be. So, pulled by the little girl, she walked towards her house.

The little girl's mother skillfully cleaned and bandaged Shen Ying's wound. Seeing that the wound was treated, the little girl stopped crying and smiled, her eyes brightening again. The little girl's mother, with a kind face, said softly, "Miss, please sit down and rest for a while. I'll make you a cup of tea."

Just as Shen Ying was about to thank her, the little girl ran off happily and returned a moment later with a bow. She held the bow up to Shen Ying and said proudly, "Look, sister, this is my toy." As she spoke, she stared intently at Shen Ying, clearly recognizing her as the same girl she had met yesterday, and her eyes showed a newfound affection.

The little girl, Xibeier, took Shen Ying's hand and ran outside. The yard wasn't big, but it was decorated warmly and lovelyly. In one corner of the yard was a target, which was colorful and specially made to fit the little girl's size.

Sibel skipped and hopped to the archery spot, picked up her little bow, nocked an arrow, and stared intently at the target, like a little warrior preparing for battle.

With a "whoosh," the arrow flew out. Although it didn't hit the bullseye, it wasn't far off. Xibei looked at Shen Ying excitedly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for praise.

Shen Ying looked at Xibeier with a warm smile on her face, gently patted her head and praised, "Xibeier, you are so amazing, that arrow shot was fantastic!" Upon hearing the praise, Xibeier's eyes curved into crescent moons with laughter, her little face flushed, and she looked overjoyed.

Overjoyed, Hebe jumped for joy. Then she pointed to the house next door and said in a clear voice, "Sister, that's where Uncle Jack made me the bow and arrow and this target. Uncle Jack is such a nice guy, he's so good to me."

And Aunt Anne, Uncle Jack's wife, is so kind. She always makes me some delicious snacks, and I still remember the taste of them! Every time I eat them, I feel as happy as if I'm floating on a cloud.