Chapter 100: Out of Control

After returning to the mansion, there was no sign of Leonora or Misha.

“Where did the two of them go?” Aurora asked casually.

“You mean Her Highness the Princess and Misha, right?”

“They’re upstairs on the second floor. Misha is giving a lesson to the Princess,” Lorabel replied.

“A lesson?”

Just as Aurora was puzzled, a sudden clatter came from upstairs.

Then Misha’s angry voice was heard…

“What is wrong with you? Why is your head filled with nothing but filthy, lewd thoughts!”

‘Slap!’

“Ow!”

“What’s wrong with lilies?! They’re the treasure of humanity!”

‘Slap!’

“Ow!”

Aurora instinctively exchanged a glance with Lorabel, and then noticed the faintly embarrassed smile on Lorabel’s face.

“They’re often like this. Don’t mind it, sister.”

“Hmm.”

Lorabel poured a cup of hot milk and placed it in front of Aurora.

“Sister, come and rest for a bit.” She sat down on the sofa and patted the spot beside her.

After softly responding, Aurora sat down next to her.

She held the cup of hot milk, sipping it in small, careful sips.

“How does school feel?”

“Because you started school later than others, you’ve probably fallen behind a lot. Not hearing everything is normal.”

Fearing that her sister might be upset about missing lessons, Lorabel quickly added.

“It’s not that I don’t understand… I actually pick up theory surprisingly fast, but…”

She set the cup on the table and reached out her hand, trying to manipulate the magic within her body according to the book.

White light flowed like water through her hand, twisting and turning into a clumsy magical pattern.

Though the design was somewhat abstract, Lorabel could immediately recognize what kind of magic circle it was.

“Sister, you’re drawing Light Magic, right?”

“Yes, but…”

She tried to inject mana to activate the spell, but each attempt caused the pattern to blur and spread out like ink on paper.

She had to focus again and gather it tightly.

She lost count of how many times she tried, only stopping when fine beads of sweat dripped from her forehead.

“I think… I don’t have a talent for magic,” Aurora said self-mockingly.

Seeing her sister a little down, Lorabel hurried to comfort her.

“Sister, you’re just a beginner. You’ll definitely be able to cast it in time!”

Looking at the white mana in her hand, Lorabel realized that Aurora’s mana hadn’t fully awakened yet, or it wouldn’t be that color.

Each person’s mana had a specific hue—blue, purple, red—and there were even rumors of seeing multicolored mana.

Aside from particular magics, the colors of the magic circles drawn by different people also varied.

Lorabel’s mana was golden, but she thought that was because of the goddess’s blessing—after all, the kingdom’s legendary paladins all had golden mana.

The day they reunited, Lorabel had already seen the color of her sister’s mana—it was golden too.

But her gold was different from hers; Aurora’s color seemed more sacred, purer, and gentler, whereas Lorabel’s gold carried an overwhelming sense of authority.

She still couldn’t forget the golden light that radiated from her sister’s body when facing the cultists—that holiness was so strong it made one want to invade and defile it…

Realizing what she had just thought, Lorabel shook her head violently.

That thought was wrong! How could she think such things?!

She was a paladin, the most sacred messenger bathed in the goddess’s blessing.

More importantly, she had sworn to protect her sister’s smile as her mission.

If she truly did something like that to her sister, she would be no different from that witch…

Seeing her sister staring blankly at her palm and suddenly shaking her head as if snapping out of a trance, Aurora felt confused.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a bit worried.

“No, it’s nothing…”

Lorabel composed herself and then suddenly grasped Aurora’s slender hand.

“I’ll let you feel my mana.”

“Your mana… okay.”

Aurora closed her eyes, feeling a warm current flow through her body, gradually gathering in her palm…

A tickling sensation suddenly appeared in her hand.

At first, it wasn’t much, but then the tickling spread over her entire body.

Aurora felt as if thousands of hands were caressing her through her clothes, trailing along her body.

The sensation made her very uncomfortable, and a flush crept across her cheeks.

Her voice trembled as she spoke.

“W-wait, sister, I’m feeling a little uncomfortable…”

Her words went unanswered, replaced by the deepening sound of Lorabel’s breathing nearby.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Lorabel’s face barely a foot away from hers.

Lorabel’s expression was strange, her cheeks unnaturally flushed.

The right pupil was noticeably darker than the left, and a faint black streak was visible inside it.

Startled, Aurora instinctively tried to push Lorabel away, but how could an elf’s strength compare to a paladin’s?

Lorabel’s body didn’t budge; instead, she leaned in closer.

“What are you trying to do, sister?”

Lorabel still didn’t respond, simply gazing at her in silence.

But this calm was only superficial.

Aurora could feel the sensation growing stronger, traveling from her wrist to her chest, then to her waist, and even reaching her toes.

Meanwhile, Lorabel had already sunk deep into her own mental world, unable to see or hear anything around her…

She could clearly feel her sister’s fair skin being caressed by her hands—from palm to toes.

She wanted to feel the warmth of Aurora’s slender waist, so her mana gathered there, allowing her to sense the temperature more clearly.

Aurora finally couldn’t hold back a coquettish sound.

She quickly covered her mouth, but the blush on her face was impossible to hide.

“Sister, what’s wrong with you?”

Finally hearing her voice, Lorabel spoke for the first time, but what she said only made Aurora blush deeper.

“Sister, can I touch you?”

“I want to kiss your little belly, your fingers, your chest, and your…”

She trailed off, reaching out to lightly brush Aurora’s lips with her fingers, the meaning clear.

“W-wait, no!!”

Aurora lost her footing and collapsed onto the sofa, and Lorabel immediately pressed down on her.

“Listen to me, sister! Get away from me!”

Aurora finally took on the authoritative tone of an elder sister, but Lorabel no longer heard any of it.

She gently lifted Aurora’s blouse, revealing her fair, soft belly.

“Sister!!” Aurora shouted in embarrassment.

She pressed her hands against Lorabel’s head, trying to stop her from moving any closer.

But her strength was no match for Lorabel’s—even moving a finger was impossible.

A sudden warmth spread across her belly, slowly traveling upward…

Just as the wet sensation was about to reach her chest, a rustling sound came from upstairs.

“Class is over, woohoo~”

Then hurried footsteps descended the stairs.

Azalea had just come downstairs and saw the provocative scene on the sofa.

She froze for a moment, then, engraving the image firmly in her mind, said, “I’d better go upstairs.”

With that, she abruptly turned and quickly headed back upstairs.

The sudden interruption broke the tense atmosphere, and Lorabel regained her senses as Azalea appeared.

Her cheek was still pressed against Aurora’s belly, and a damp streak ran from her navel down to just beneath her chest…