Standing in front of a mirror, Iris held her hands and let her smooth, silky, blue dress hang from her slender arms, swaying with her slight movement. She slowly spun, her eyes tracking the mirror. Her body dragged the dress and its tail, twirling them into a whirlpool like a graceful dancer.

Before the reincarnation, she had never donned in such a stylistic dress, only a dull, formal attire. She never placed any thoughts into them, and no one was going to praise her for dressing pretty or elegant. Instead, she spent her time studying, studying, and studying. She hoped that she could gain the approval of her family with her academic success.

How foolish. Iris raised her fair hand and caressed it softly, watching her finger hooking onto the sleeve and pulling it down, exposing more of her snowy arm. It would be a waste if she never flaunted this beautiful body, It wasn't every day she could get her hand on a collection of wonderous clothes, not in the cave she lived with her sisters.

"Having a human body is quite convenient, in a way," she muttered, satisfied. The clothes didn't feel off on her flesh body, contrary to how it would look if a Smile Girl wore it. Her breasts looked much more erotic without the bras. Having the soft red tints on the nipples really helped.

She pushed her breasts with her arm and bent forward, leaning at the mirror. Her soft blue hair fell and concealed her glittering blue eyes, exposing only her tantalising smile. She transformed from a dull maiden into an elegant lady, full of charm and colours, a complete opposite of her previous self.

"Sis Vilia, how do I look?" she mumbled as she held the purple crystal closed to her cheek, rubbing against it. "If only others were here to see us."

Shaking her head, she decided to confirm her hypothesis first. She quickly put on makeup and straightened her dress before she came to a stop in front of a door. Nervous, she turned to the window and gazed into the futuristic city.

The sun was up in the sky, blazing its glory against the fluffy clouds, which shielded the city from excessive heat. Under the clouds, countless floating cars and personal planes intertwined in an invisible web of traffic. Aside from the Lord and the blessings, there were only humans and technology, no strange magic, no monsters, no Monster Girl. Her family would surely be amazed at the futuristic scenery.

Taking a deep breath, something she hadn't done in a long time, she smiled and opened the door. Like what she remembered, the hallway stretched long and wide towards the middle of the mansion, where all paths converged to a staircase which spiralled down towards the main entrance.

Iris passed multiple maids and butlers, who were busy cleaning the floor and tending the decorative plants. Her new look and demeanour stunned them, men and women alike. They took a moment to watch her delicate feet tapped against the floor, dragging the long, silvery tail of her blue dress. Only when she greeted them did they remember how to speak.

Pleased with their reactions, Iris casually swayed her sleeve and let her hair flow. As she walked past a large window, the sunlight fell on her and glowed with her beauty, glittering the pink tints on her cheeks, reflecting the azure sparkles in her irises. With her current appearance, she resembled a goddess more than a mortal, aloof, elegant, and magnificent.

Time and distance seemed to distort under presence. She swiftly arrived at the stair, meeting with the old butler who supervised the Goodwills Family's schedule. He looked at the pocket watch and raised his head, surprised that Iris came late and in such a dress.

"What is my schedule today?" she said as she took his hand and descended the stair. "I want to go to the church as soon as possible."

"Today Lady only has to accompany your sister in the morning and attend one meeting in the afternoon."

Iris instantly froze, remembering a crucial detail. An alternating warmth and chill circulated her body. She quickly suppressed her expression. "Notify the church that I’ll be entering the Hall of Verdict."

The butler frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Do you think I would lie about this? Tell them that I have seen things in my dream. I need to see the Lord.”

Before the butler could speak, Iris placed her finger on her lips and smiled, lightly shaking her head. Her voice lingered inside his ears, filling him with a strange, almost magical quality of purity and nobility. Her words were never to be doubted. He must notify the church.

After sending away the butler, Iris turned to the lady standing at the front gate, waiting for her. Herrifer was the second eldest sister of the Goodwills Family, the remaining hope of the generation, Iris's younger sister.

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"Sis, why are you so late today?" she said, frowning. Her eyes scanned over Iris's blue dresses, annoyed. "Do you think that I have a lot of free time?"

"My Dear, I specifically dress like this for you." Iris smiled and reached out to caress Herrifer's face, her thumb softly grazing the bouncy cheek. "Don't you want your sister to look at least this beautiful? I'll be cheering you today, so I need to look my best. Is it too strange?"

Surprised, Herrifer pulled back. Her face flushed, heating from embarrassment. She didn't know why her sister suddenly acted so strange and playful. Iris used to be excessively formal and indifferent to everything besides academic study.

"Alice, what are you planning? Do you think you can embarrass me? It isn't my fault if you can't reach the Lord." Herrifer averted her eyes, trying to calm down. Something about her sister felt off. Had she always had such a look in her eyes?

"Is there something on my face? You look really red, Heria. Perhaps you're getting nervous?" Iris grinned and leant closer, forcing Herrifer to look into her deep azure eyes. Her nose lightly tapped Herrifer's then pulled away, leaving a hint of her warm breath behind. "Do well, my Dear. I'm sure you will amaze everyone."

As Herrifer was about to melt, Iris ambered past her, lightly flinging her hair backwards. They sprayed in the air and flowed in front of Herrifer, giving her a strange impression, which imprinted on her heart, burning, boiling in her tight chest. Her body went weak as she held her hands on her breasts, not sure of the sensation that plagued her mind.

"What are you waiting for?" Iris turned to Herrifer. "We will be late if you keep idling."

"You're the one who is late."

Iris giggled as she averted her gaze from her innocent little sister and exited through the wooden double door that led to the marble front of the mansion. A car had already been waiting for them. It was a long white car, floating slightly above the ground, powered by both technology and the magic of the Lord.

After entering the car with the help of the maids, Iris leant onto the window, staring at the scenery and her reflection and Herrifer's reflection. Not knowing her sister was watching, Herrifer nervously sat and fiddled her hair, preparing herself for the test of blessing and faith. The expectation surrounding her must be huge. Cute.

"Get us a good red wine," Iris said while touching her lips. "The more intense the better. She'll need it."

Herrifer looked at Iris, confused. "Alice, what are you planning? I'm not drinking before the test."

Not listening to her sister, Iris snatched the sealed red wine bottle and popped it. Because of the superb stabilising technology, she easily placed the two tall glasses and poured the wine into them without any spill. The perfect-temperature red wine fell from the bottle and splashed lightly against the glass, forming a beautiful arch of dark crimson.

"You can't refuse this, Heria. I'll give you a hint. The test of faith needs your feverish attitude towards the Lord. Try to guess what will help you," Iris said. "You won't regret it."

Watching Iris twirling the glass in front of her, looking fancy, Herrifer turned to herself, who was trembling nervously, her heart throbbing. She needed to calm down, but she couldn't get the memory of her sister's haunting whisper and big round eyes out of her head. Though she felt fuzzy and strange, she didn't know the cause.

"If it doesn't help me, I'll blame you, everything."

"You can blame me. I'll take all the responsibility, Dear."

Iris took another glass and handed it to Herrifer. She moved from her spot and sat right beside her sister, nuzzling her, letting her special perfume diffuse in the air. Feeling naughty, she wrapped her arm around her sister's waist and softly grabbed it then pulled her in. Herrifer shivered. Iris merely smiled and sipped her quality red wine.

"I won't tell you how it tastes, so you have to try it yourself." Iris deliberately licked her lips. Their redness darkened from the wine then brightened from the saliva. "Why are you staring so hard? You also have it in your hand."

Blushing, Herrifer didn't know what to say and gulped a mouthful of the wine. The burning sensation numbed her tongue and hurt her throat. As she felt the sharp pain, a soft sweet flooded her tastebuds and soothed her mind, relaxing her muscles and her chest. She felt light and tingly.

"How was it? Magical, right?" Iris said and pressed herself against Herrifer, feeling teasy. "Does your inside feel hot and sweaty? Is your mind turning weird? That's how you know it's working."

"Alice, as expected, I don't think I should be drinking this. Now I'm all hot and uncomfortable," Herrifer murmured, taking another gulp, emptying her glass. "It will help me, right? I'm placing my trust on you, Alice."

"I thought you hate me. Why did you trust me, then?" Iris took Herrifer's glass and filled it up before handing it over. "Here, have another one. It'll help you speak up, Dear."

"I don't know. It feels strange. My chest feels tight. Am I sick?" Herrifer flushed. She took another mouthful to hurt her throat and keep speaking. Her face was now cherry-like. "This is faith, right? I'm trusting you blindly. I don't know why, but it feels right."

"It is faith, love, passion. I'm glad you can indulge in it."

Iris moved her hand to draw Herrifer's head into her shoulder, also leaning on her. She carefully stroked the soft, black hair and stared at the front row, at the maids who peeked at the commotion. Her piercing gaze commanded authority, sending chill at the maids, who averted their prying eyes and focused on the road.

They pulled the curtain down and gave all the space to Iris and Herrifer.

"Now, let's test your conviction," Iris whispered into Herrifer's ear. Her moist breath felt warm on Herrifer's earlobe, turning it redder. "The followers of the Lord must be pure, so do your best, Dear."

"What—"

Not giving any chance, Iris nipped the ear and grabbed Herrifer's shoulder, pulling her in, pushing her down. Drunk and confused, Herrifer could only suppress her voice, her eyes enchanted by the soft, alluring body of her sister, whom she never thought would have another wild side inside.