Bedroom.
Sunlight poured onto the bed, illuminating the two girls entwined in an embrace.
Eleonora’s warm body pressed softly against Lilianne’s back, her breath brushing gently along Lilianne’s neck.
“Imagine it, Lilianne. Not the warmth of flames, not the softness of flowing water, but—a sudden burst.”
Eleonora’s voice was right by her ear, soft and soothing.
Lilianne felt a tickle in her ear but followed the guidance, gathering mana at her fingertips.
The Sigil: Thunder was harder to control than she had imagined.
If before, wielding the Sigil: Fire with mana felt lively and warm,
then the Sigil: Thunder felt surging and volatile.
A faint, invisible purple arc of electricity sparked from her fingertip, splitting into smaller arcs that crackled against their bodies.
“Ugh!”
“Ah!”
Both girls let out light sounds simultaneously.
Eleonora was fine, only feeling a small shock and instinctively tensing her arm.
Lilianne, however, was less fortunate.
She’d zapped herself, and with her mana still flowing according to the Sigil: Thunder, her whole body tingled painfully.
A sharp ache hit her waist, and she collapsed straight into Eleonora’s arms.
Not buddies.
How could she still hurt herself?
Lilianne trembled all over, irritated to the point of wanting to laugh but unable to.
“Idiot! Focus your mind and control your mana!” Eleonora scolded sharply, but her body told the truth—she didn’t loosen her hold an inch; in fact, she tightened her embrace.
I’m constantly getting shocked! How am I supposed to concentrate?!
Lilianne tried to explain but could only let out trembling “uh uh~~~” sounds.
Seeing Lilianne unable to control the mana inside her, Eleonora enjoyed the softness of Lilianne’s trembling body for a moment before using her own mana to break the automatic loop within Lilianne.
[Sigil: Thunder unlocked]
[Thunder Resistance increased, Experience +2]
Byd, shocking yourself can even increase resistance, huh.
“Knock! Knock! Knock!”
A rapid knocking sounded at the door.
Before anyone could answer, the door was pushed open, and Irene rushed in, cheeks flushed, chest heaving—clearly having run for some time.
“M-Mistress, Lilianne, there’s—there’s trouble!”
Eleonora’s good mood was interrupted, and she frowned in annoyance. “Irene! Who told you to barge in like this!”
Actually, the maids usually entered without waiting for a reply, and Eleonora didn’t mind much—otherwise, she wouldn’t let them wake her without knocking.
But Lilianne is still in my arms! If she barges in like this, Lilianne’s going to leave!
“Irene, calm down and catch your breath first,” Lilianne tried to free herself from Eleonora’s embrace but was unsteady and collapsed back immediately.
Alright then.
Lilianne knew she wasn’t getting up anytime soon.
Irene gasped a few times, looking at Lilianne with a complicated mix of worry and shock.
“Everyone outside is saying!” Her voice trembled. “That Her Royal Highness the Princess proposed to Lilianne at the banquet, but then Mistress jumped in to steal the bride and even publicly announced—”
Irene stopped, stealing a glance at Eleonora before lowering her voice to a barely audible whisper, uttering the most absurd rumor:
“They’re saying Lilianne is already carrying Mistress’s child…”
“?”
Huh? What the heck?
Me? Carrying Eleonora’s child?
Even expecting gossip, Lilianne hadn’t imagined it would come to this.
They didn’t even respect the most basic scientific facts, huh?
Byd, two girls can get pregnant?
She lay in Eleonora’s arms, speechless, laughing angrily to herself.
Eleonora’s reaction was different.
When she heard “steal the bride,” the corner of her mouth involuntarily curled into a smile.
But when the words “carrying my child” reached her ears, she became somewhat dazed.
A child…
Eleonora rested her head on Lilianne’s shoulder, her gaze slowly lowering to Lilianne’s flat stomach.
If Lilianne were carrying her child—
Imagining the scene, an indescribable happiness filled her entire body in an instant.
A child… her and Lilianne’s child…
No, no, I still want Lilianne to hate me—that’s impossible!
Seeing Eleonora’s expression shift, Irene suddenly realized something.
Just now, Mistress and Lilianne were hugging, right?
Did she just interrupt something good for Mistress?
Her mother said that girls hugging each other in bed could get pregnant, but she also said that for girls who are especially close, it might even happen when they hug, right?
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many accidental pregnancies…
“Irene, listen carefully. This is important.” Lilianne propped up her numb body, her expression serious. “Girls and girls can’t… do that.”
Lilianne delicately stated the conclusion.
Irene bravely raised her hand and said,
“But my mother said, if two girls are especially close and hug, the God will bless them with the fruit of love. What you and Mistress did just now is exactly that—it would lead to pregnancy!”
Lilianne was about to explain the biological impossibility rationally when she suddenly noticed Eleonora’s expression was off.
Eleonora held her face with both hands, looking dazed and terrified as she stared at Lilianne’s stomach.
?
Ber? You really believe that?
Two little Chu girls’ fantasies are making your brother speechless 😅.
Actually, Eleonora’s upbringing hadn’t covered these topics.
According to Count Cohen, she didn’t need to marry, so there was no need for this knowledge before adulthood.
Later, after the family’s upheaval, she hadn’t encountered this knowledge in Laiyat either.
So, her understanding of these matters was zero.
Now, her mind was full of thoughts of Lilianne carrying a child, a lonely orphan wandering the world…
At least, before pushing Lilianne away—
“Lilianne, I will take responsibility.” Eleonora grasped Lilianne’s shoulders seriously.
“Cough cough.”
Lilianne coughed twice, clapped her hands.
“Clap clap!”
“Alright, I’ll explain everything in detail…”
Lilianne then proceeded to explain thoroughly and scientifically from all biological angles why it was impossible for girls to get pregnant with each other.
“So, do you understand? It just can’t happen.”
Eleonora looked at Lilianne’s belly, where the happy fantasy had instantly turned into a blank void.
A few seconds later, a sudden, overwhelming shame washed over Eleonora.
What… what was I thinking just now? And saying I’d take responsibility…
“Irene! You idiot! Stop spouting nonsense all day! Get out—right now!”
“Eh? But, but my mother—”
“I’m deducting your Bonus for this month!”
“Waaah—Mistress! I was wrong!”
Irene was roughly shoved out of the bedroom by a flustered and angry Eleonora.
“Bang!” The door slammed shut behind her.
Irene felt wronged.
She was only telling the truth, wasn’t she? She herself was the fruit of two mothers’ love.
Why doesn’t anyone believe me?
And now they’re docking my Bonus…