Chapter 56: Can you see me clearly?

Hecate walked slowly to the edge of the high platform, gazing down from above at Lina, who was still “losing control” in the light screen. Then she glanced at Mi, who was at a complete loss.

Finally, her gaze settled on Fan Zhuo, who was desperately reminding himself, “Be holy, be abstinent.”

Under Hecate’s long eyelashes, her eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

“Assistant Warden of Zone C, Fan Zhuo.”

“How interesting.”

“Interesting?”

Fan Zhuo froze for half a second before realizing these words had come from the mouth of the Warden of Zone A.

In this situation, if she had said, “You’re suspicious,” he could have accepted it completely.

But “interesting”… what does that mean?!

Hearing the word “interesting” from this powerful woman, whose moods never show and who holds life and death over the entire prison—

No matter how you hear it… it sounds like the evaluation of a researcher looking at a rare white mouse on the dissection table.

Is she going to… drag him away for research, then squeeze him dry…?

Fan Zhuo could only force a “holy” smile, his lips stiff: “You must be joking, Warden. I’m just… an ordinary clergyman, nothing interesting at all……”

“Ordinary?”

Hecate repeated the word, a trace of amusement flickering in her golden eyes as she sized Fan Zhuo up from head to toe.

“…Truly ordinary…”

Fan Zhuo swallowed hard again.

B-Big sis, when you say ‘ordinary,’ could you stop staring at my pants?

Can you see through things, or what?!

The warden’s gaze made Fan Zhuo feel as if he’d been stripped naked and thrown into the snow.

No, even worse.

Like being put under a microscope, probed inch by inch.

Come on, being stripped and scrutinized by a woman this overwhelmingly… big, it’s just too weird!

“All right, you two, leave for now,” Hecate said lightly to Old John and Lucien.

“Yes, Warden.” John bowed, giving Fan Zhuo a look of extreme complexity before turning to leave—walking more than twice as fast as when he’d come in.

Lucien’s face grew even more unsightly.

Leaving Fan Zhuo behind?

A private conversation?

It’s obvious there’s something wrong with this Fan Zhuo. For some unknown reason, the Zone B Terminal Girl is crazily infatuated with him, and the authenticity of the inspection report is still undetermined.

But Warden Hecate had already given her orders…

If it were any other warden, Lucien would have insisted on a check. But unfortunately, this Zone A Warden could read minds, and also…

He gave Fan Zhuo’s stiff face a deep look, then glanced again at the unfathomable warden on the high platform, but in the end, he said nothing and followed after Old John.

Mi also carried away her “embarrassing” Terminal Girl, leaving through another archway.

Very soon, this vast hall—empty as a temple—held only Fan Zhuo and Hecate atop the high platform.

The atmosphere grew even more stifling and… strange.

“Assistant Fan Zhuo,” Hecate’s voice sounded again.

“I… I’m here.” Fan Zhuo felt his throat go dry.

“Come here.”

Fan Zhuo hesitated, but still forced himself to take a step and ascend the stairs toward the platform.

As the distance closed, that invisible pressure grew ever stronger.

At the same time, a cool and unique fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

Is this… the warden’s natural scent?

He finally stopped a few steps away from the massive white jade desk at the edge of the platform.

From this distance, with a mere glance up, his gaze inevitably crashed into those magnificent “mountains” wrapped tightly in a white uniform.

Too close.

So close, he could even see the exaggerated stretch marks on the fabric.

And… the steady rise and fall with her every breath.

Fan Zhuo forced himself to lower his head, staring at his own spotless white boots.

“Raise your head and look at me,” Hecate ordered.

Fan Zhuo took a deep breath, slowly lifting his head, his eyes struggling to move past that forbidden white expanse and meet those golden eyes.

“You seem… very afraid of me?” Hecate asked with interest.

“No, Warden.” Fan Zhuo immediately denied it, launching into the nonsense he was best at, “It’s just… my utmost reverence for your strength.”

Enveloped.

“Reverence?” Hecate’s lips curled again in that nearly invisible arc, “I haven’t read a trace of ‘reverence’ in your mind.”

Fan Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat.

“What I read is ‘stockings,’ ‘suspenders,’ ‘over-the-knee socks.’”

With every word, Fan Zhuo’s face grew paler.

“And… ‘fishnet stockings’?”

“And… why is there even an image of me wearing them… hmm?”

Fan Zhuo felt as if his brain had been struck by Holy Light’s judgment.

It’s over. It’s all over.

This isn’t just social death, he’s about to be judged as a heretic and purified on the spot!

He froze, forgetting even to breathe.

“Warden! I…”

“There’s one more thing.”

Hecate seemed amused. She interrupted Fan Zhuo’s feeble defense, stepping forward so her towering figure’s shadow completely enveloped him.

“I’m curious,” she reached out a long, white-gloved finger, gently lifting Fan Zhuo’s chin and forcing him to look her in the eye.

Her massive form bent down, bringing their lines of sight nearly level.

Because of this, the collar of her high-necked uniform, already stretched to its limits, inevitably opened into a deep, shadowy gap…

“You seem to be able… to see me perfectly clearly?”

Fan Zhuo had just glanced by instinct, and was immediately startled into looking away.

But she was just too big. Even when he stared at the warden’s exquisite face, he couldn’t avoid the blinding white in his peripheral vision.

Cold sweat slid down Fan Zhuo’s temple as his eyes started blinking uncontrollably.

In fact, Fan Zhuo wasn’t sure why himself.

At first, he’d been worried the other party had information on him he didn’t know about.

Later, it was the Terminal Girl’s possible “judgment” that kept him distracted, never giving him time to consider a crucial point.

That is, clearly… back in Saint City【Holy Light】, it had worked on human females, just not on non-human entities like slimes, fox spirits, angels…

Otherwise he wouldn’t have been magic-xx’d and suppressed for a full three years!

He wanted to say “I can’t see,” but under those golden eyes that seemed able to see through anything, his lies felt utterly powerless.

“Yes.”

In the end, he gave up resisting, squeezing out a word through gritted teeth.

Hecate laughed.

This was no longer the barely perceptible smile from before, but a true, delighted smile.

The smile was like melting ice and snow, and on that always-cold face, it was breathtakingly beautiful.

“I knew it.”

She released Fan Zhuo’s chin and straightened up. Her ample curves bounced slightly as she resumed her lofty posture.

“So, tell me, why?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, making her already exaggerated figure appear even more majestic, “The Holy Church’s【Holy Light】Divine Arts—why are they ineffective on you?”

Should he really say it?

Fan Zhuo was worried the warden would drag him off to some lightless room in Zone A Prison for brutal research.

But since things had come to this, he could only try to explain to Hecate as he had to Old John:

“Because… under my teacher’s influence, my will remains firm in the face of non-human females…”

“Firm will? Non-human females?” Hecate smiled faintly,

“I am a pure human as well. Then… why do you have those thoughts about me, and also…”

“You can see me so clearly?”

Her gaze was playful, with a trace of…