I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 114 Sylvia's Special Punishment

The next morning.

Sylvia stood in front of Lynn's treehouse, no longer wearing her usual light elven attire.

Instead, she changed into an exquisitely crafted robe that shimmered with a subtle emerald luster—one of the legendary items of the Forest Song Elf lineage, the [Forest Guardian] Robe.

The robe was elegantly tailored and fit perfectly, with intricate and mysterious green runes embroidered on the silver-white fabric, and tiny, dew-like magical crystals inlaid on the cuffs and lapels.

It not only enhances the wearer's affinity for natural magic and spell resistance, but also comes with constant temperature, dust repellency, and most importantly—automatic cleaning magic.

Sylvia tugged at the smooth sleeves of her robe, feeling a little more at ease.

Dirty and tiring? This robe should hold up, right?

At least... it won't break easily?

Uncontrollably, some terrible images kept flashing through her mind: a dark basement, a rough floor, and perhaps chains... Would this precious robe be worn out?

Automatic cleaning magic can handle those…

Uh.

Hmm, those strange stains?

After hesitating for a while, Sylvia took a deep breath and, as if she were going to her execution, raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Tap, tap tap."

The knock was soft, tinged with hesitation.

A moment later, the door creaked open.

Sylvia was greeted by Lynn's face, which was clearly grinning mischievously; he seemed to have been waiting for this moment.

"You've come, Sylvia." Lynn's tone sounded normal, but to Sylvia, his smile looked like it had malicious intent.

"Hmm...hmm." Sylvia's face flushed red the moment she saw Lynn.

She lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the sash of her robe.

"Come in quickly, we've been waiting for you," Lynn urged, stepping aside.

Sylvia's body was as stiff as a piece of wood as she awkwardly moved into the treehouse.

She followed closely behind Lynn, but her mind was racing with a mini-drama:

Would Master really do that? He's a prophet, after all. He wouldn't really lock me in the basement, would he? Will it be dark, cold, and full of filth there?

If I behave well, will he let me out for a little while every day?

If you don't let me out, will I never see Vera again?

The restaurant is unmanaged... Will my old customers miss me?

So... he should let me out, right?

As long as I'm obedient, well-behaved, and cooperative...

After all, my master is a prophet; he can't keep me locked up forever...

Thinking this, Sylvia bit her lower lip and secretly made up her mind: no matter what her master wants to do next, she must actively cooperate! She can't be as clumsy as she was that night! She must strive for leniency!

Just then, Lynn stopped and turned around.

Sylvia, who was lost in thought and whose mind was full of "coordination techniques," didn't notice that she had bumped into Lynn's back with a "thud."

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, staggering backward and falling to her bottom, a little dazed from the fall.

"Sylvia, are you alright?" A familiar, concerned voice came from inside.

That voice sounds so familiar?

Is it Vera?

Could it be... that Master isn't just going to lock me in the basement, but also... do that in front of Vera?!

To perform in front of Vera... or to be...

With a "boom," Sylvia felt her brain overload, her cheeks burning hot enough to fry an egg, and a wave of shame overwhelmed her.

She sat on the ground, too ashamed to look up.

"Sister Sylvia, what happened? Did you hurt yourself?"

That sound?

Is it Leah?

Something's not right.

One hundred points is strange in a way that's a million points.

Sylvia rubbed her sore bottom and looked up blankly.

Then, she saw several people standing in the treehouse living room—

Vera, with silver hair and green eyes, was looking at her with a worried expression.

Leah stood by the window, her long, flowing, light blue hair cascading down her back.

There was also Amber, squatting by the table, her amber eyes curiously watching this side, with half a dried fish dangling from her mouth.

Ok.

There was also a stranger, a red-haired, red-eyed dragon girl who was crossing her arms, trying her best to maintain the dignity of the dragon race.

Sylvia: "???"

She was completely stunned.

Why is Vera here? Miss Leah is here too? Amber is here too?

"What are you waiting for? Get ready to go."

Lynn's voice rang out again, tinged with a mischievous grin.

"Depart...?"

"Where to?"

Sylvia was pulled up by Lia, her mind still a mess.

She subconsciously thought that "departure" meant going to the entrance of some secret basement.

Lynn looked at her flushed face and bewildered expression, and his malice deepened.

"Where to?"

"Go to the place where you're to be punished."

Lynn repeated it, paused, and, seeing Sylvia's confused expression, slowly revealed the answer:

"Go and cook for the people of Blackthorn Territory. You have to cook for a lot of people."

"Huh?" Sylvia blinked, wondering if she had misheard.

"Is this the punishment?" she asked blankly.

"yes."

"It's dirty and tiring, right?"

"After all, humans aren't as clean as elves, and they inevitably have some odor."

Lynn crossed her arms and nodded seriously, "A dirty and tiring punishment."

Sylvia: "......."

To cook...?

Cooking for a lot of people?

Is this... the punishment that Master mentioned, "dirty and tiring"?

Not a basement? Not chains? Not those...unspeakable things?

The stark contrast caused Sylvia's expression to change drastically, eventually turning into one of relief.

Really.

I knew it! After all, Master is a prophet.

How could I possibly do such a thing?

You're just scaring yourself.

So it's just communal dining! A collective canteen!

It wasn't a basement! It wasn't a private plaything! It wasn't done in front of Vera...

Thinking back on her previous thoughts, a strong sense of shame and indignation surged into Sylvia's heart once again.

Her face flushed again, because she was really embarrassed.

"Let's go, Chef," Lynn's voice rang out.

He pushed open the door, and the morning sunlight streamed in: "Dog and Ivital have already prepared the ingredients, and they're just waiting for you, the chef. With so many people, it'll probably be a busy day."

Lynn had already walked towards the door.

Behind them came the sounds of Vera and Lia chatting, as well as Amber and the Dragon Girl's footsteps.

Sylvia also realized what was happening, suppressed her wild thoughts, replied "Okay," and quickly followed.

The punishment was cooking in a large pot, which was tiring and dirty.

But it's still much better than going into the basement.

I don't want to become one of those stupid, wicked little devils.