Floria collapsed weakly in front of the bedroom vanity mirror, letting the wooden comb in Sophia’s hand slowly glide down her beautiful, smooth silver-white hair.
Sophia’s movements were extremely cautious and gentle, carefully avoiding pulling painfully on her strands.
In fact, if one were to ignore Floria’s flushed, alluring expression in the mirror, her dazed, unfocused eyes, and the Blue Rose Dress slipping off her body to half-reveal her exposed skin… all of that—
Then the scene of this long-haired girl carefully grooming her adorable silver-haired doll-like self could almost be considered warm and peaceful.
But clearly, those vivid details about the witch lady were so striking they couldn’t be ignored, instead firmly capturing the attention of anyone nearby, making them long to break through the half-covered clothes and feast their eyes thoroughly—
Just like now, Floria’s mind blank, instinctively gazing dumbly at her own seductive, fair body in the mirror, unable to tear away her covetous, unfocused gaze.
Her slightly curled, damp hair fell onto her delicate collarbones as it swayed lightly with Sophia’s slender arm’s movement while combing, and with her own body’s subtle rocking, playfully enticing Sophia’s eyes.
“Sister, how did it feel just now?”
“……”
At the teasing voice in her ear, Floria’s cherry lips instinctively parted slightly as she breathed softly.
Her unfocused eyes gradually refocused with Sophia’s question.
The moment she came back to herself, an overwhelming sense of shame surged into her heart.
Damn it… she, the proud Scarlet Moon Witch, had actually been pinned to the bed and kissed senseless by a mere human…!
And that human was a junior she had once casually bullied and toyed with!
How humiliating…!
If this got out… she wouldn’t be able to face anyone—!
After this battle, her full dignity as a senior, her noble and inviolable status as the former Grand Paladin, and her image as a cold, aloof Villainess—all were heavily damaged!
Even now, as Floria breathed, her warm chest still faintly throbbed with strange residual sensations, sometimes even aching a little.
She hadn’t expected Sophia’s grip to be so strong…?
After all, she was supposed to be her former mentor… yet when kneading, there had been no mercy at all…
While carefully doing her hair, Sophia suddenly leaned close to the dazed Floria’s ear and whispered softly:
“Sister, I want to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer me truthfully.”
“…Hmph.”
Floria raised her swan-like, proud neck and coldly snorted in response.
If earlier Floria had still harbored some illusions because this was her junior whom she had personally raised…
Now, facing this knight who had been so ruthless and forceful in bed, there was no longer a trace of hopeful luck left in her heart.
Sophia had promised to just help her change clothes, but as soon as her original outfit was removed, Sophia had gone back on her word, roughly pressing her onto the bed and saying, “It’s all because Sister is too alluring,” before locking her down and giving her a fierce kiss.
This had left Floria in a dizzy haze for quite some time.
When she came to, she looked down and saw she was wearing a brand-new Blue Rose Dress, paired with milky-white stockings on her legs, high-heeled princess boots on her feet, and even two sets of thin, lace-trimmed underwear underneath.
All these clothes and accessories, she had no idea when Sophia had put them on her.
Therefore, unlike the pure and adorable little girl she remembered from before, Floria now saw Sophia as a downright female hooligan—
And one who, with a twisted grudge against Floria, lusted after her body like a lecherous pervert!
So naturally, Floria’s attitude toward her wasn’t any better.
“Ask your questions then, but I never promised I’d answer.”
Floria said coldly and arrogantly.
But Sophia only gave a reminiscent, light laugh in response to Floria’s frosty demeanor:
“Alright, Sister, then I’ll just ask directly—how exactly does your ‘Magic for Creating Children’ work?”
“Hm…?”
Floria was momentarily stunned.
She had expected Sophia to ask something else, something deeper.
Like why she had fled in the past, what she had experienced all these years, or why she did those bad things back then.
But unexpectedly, Sophia was still hung up on the birth of Sylvie.
…Could it be that she still cared deeply that Sylvie was her child?
At that thought, Floria suddenly perked up.
“Heh heh heh… you really want to know?”
Floria deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her lips curling into a mischievous, cryptic smile.
“Of course, after all, she’s the child beside Sister—who wouldn’t be curious?”
“Hohoho… fine then, I shall be magnanimous and tell you—”
Floria’s eyes flicked, a fresh wicked idea forming in her mind.
After pretending to ponder for a moment, she spoke seriously to coax:
“Cough cough… listen carefully—For a magic that allows two people of the same sex to create a child, the most essential prerequisite is that both must be willing, have a very strong mutual affection, or be truly in love from the bottom of their souls.
“Only when this indispensable condition is met can the magic be successfully cast.”
“Oh? So that means…”
Sophia’s hand froze mid-comb, and the smile that often graced her face gradually faded.
“Hmph, exactly—Sophia, I know what you’re scheming in your mind, but you won’t succeed!
“Even if you learn that magic, it’s impossible to get anywhere with me.
“Because I absolutely, absolutely will never have any affection for you in this lifetime!”
After finishing that last sentence in one breath, Floria turned to admire Sophia’s stiffening, expressionless face, secretly pleased.
Heh heh… it’s always been me getting pushed around and humiliated by Sophia, but this time I finally got the upper hand!
Sophia, oh Sophia, who would’ve thought you’d come to this—broken by a single sentence, are you about to start dropping little pearls like back then?
I remember little Sophia used to be such a fragile crybaby—
“Sister… who is that woman?”
But as Floria was quietly gloating, Sophia suddenly changed her tone unexpectedly, speaking again in a low voice.
“Huh? Who did you say?”
“That woman… Sylvie’s other mother.
“The woman who made Sister develop feelings for her… willingly gave birth to Sylvie for her… then abandoned Sister alone to raise the child… what’s her name?”
Sophia’s dull voice was flat and steady, but there was a dense, inscrutable emotion beneath the cold tone that Floria couldn’t read.
“Uh… well… she’s no longer here, and besides… that’s none of your business—!”
Although flustered by Sophia’s unanticipated attitude, Floria still forced herself to respond firmly and confidently.
“Heh… indeed, it’s nothing to do with me.”
With that low, hoarse voice, Sophia stopped combing completely.
Then, Floria tensely heard a crisp snapping sound behind her head—the wooden comb breaking in midair.