Chapter 33: She Wants to Seduce You

Eleanor lay sprawled on the bed, like a salted fish.

“This feels so good~”

Eleanor said, all limp and soft.

“I really envy Anderson, that rich dog’s life.”

“If you envy it, then take action. I suggest you just seduce Anderson. That would be faster than anything.”

Faced with Spark’s suggestion, Eleanor spat out a “pfft” and said.

“I have iron bones and unyielding integrity. How could I possibly submit to the tyranny of money?”

“Let’s hope so.”

Spark knew Eleanor’s personality. This girl was extremely greedy for money.

If Anderson was willing to spend five hundred thousand, he might actually be able to take this girl away.

Unfortunately, given Anderson’s single-minded personality, such a thing could only remain a fantasy.

“So what about your task? Aren’t you going to clean the room anymore?”

“What’s the rush?”

Eleanor said nonchalantly.

“Anderson won’t be back for a while anyway. Might as well lie down and sleep first. Life should have some idle moments. Why live so exhaustingly?”

After saying that, she hugged Anderson’s blanket, revealing a very content expression.

Spark finally couldn’t take it anymore. She shrugged her hands and said.

“You’re really something, just hugging someone else’s blanket like that. Is that really okay?”

Though, Eleanor’s posture at the moment was less like hugging and more like clamping it between her thighs.

She simply really liked this soft, comfortable bed and had no other thoughts.

But this posture looked… somewhat like a perverted girl.

Click…

Just as Eleanor was lost in the bliss of the wonderful bed, the sound of a lock turning came from the door.

Anderson walked into the bedroom and immediately saw Eleanor hugging his blanket.

Eleanor also saw Anderson’s stunned gaze. Her entire face instantly flushed bright red. She immediately sat up straight, her demeanor a bit awkward, her eyes somewhat evasive.

Anderson was silent for a moment, then quietly closed the door and said.

“My apologies.”

At that moment, outside the door, Anderson, disbelieving, looked at the room number plate. He looked three times before confirming he hadn’t misread it.

This was his room.

So why was Eleanor clamping his blanket between her thighs?

Anderson’s head was filled with little question marks.

He could only look at the door, knock again, and say.

“May I come in, please?”

“Please come in.”

Eleanor’s voice came from inside the room.

Anderson entered the bedroom and saw the young lady sitting by the tea table, elegantly sipping tea.

Only, if one looked closely, it wasn’t hard to notice that Eleanor’s hands were trembling slightly.

“Um…”

Anderson hesitated for a moment, then still asked,

“Eleanor, just now you…?”

“Just now?”

Eleanor said with a smile,

“I was just drinking tea here.”

“But…”

Anderson wanted to say more, but he noticed Eleanor’s gaze gradually turning dangerous as she emphasized again.

“I. Was. Drinking. Tea~”

At this, Anderson chose to silently close his mouth. He knew sometimes it was better not to provoke a woman.

Especially a woman on the verge of furious embarrassment.

“So, Your Honor the Judge, did you forget something in the bedroom?”

“I just wanted to come back and get my sword.”

Anderson awkwardly pointed to the Knight Sword placed by the bedside, then continued.

“I’m about to go out on a mission.”

“Is that so?”

Eleanor calmly walked to the bedside, picked up the Knight Sword, and handed it to Anderson, saying,

“Your Honor the Judge, I wish you a smooth journey and triumphant success.”

“Alright.”

Anderson took the Knight Sword, gave a slight bow, and then left the bedroom.

After he was gone, Eleanor’s face finally couldn’t hold it anymore. Her cheeks flushed with shame as her little hands kept pounding the pillow. She said hysterically.

“Ah! What was I doing just now!”

“Heh~ Regret it now?”

Spark crossed her arms, smiling as she said.

“Now you know it’s embarrassing, huh?”

“Tsk…”

Eleanor said with a dark expression,

“Is it still too late for me to poison him now?”

Of course, this was just Eleanor talking. Even if she wanted to poison him now, she wouldn’t have the chance.

***

“Sikira, since we’re idle right now, can I ask a question?”

Anderson asked a young lady in front of him.

“I’ve encountered a small… confusion.”

“Go ahead.”

The young lady named Sikira took Anderson’s Knight Sword and, while inspecting it, asked.

“A question that stumps Prince Anderson? I’m quite curious too.”

Anderson thought for a moment, organizing his words, then said.

“I met a young lady. She… was hugging my blanket, and her expression seemed to be enjoying it. What purpose would she have for behaving like that?”

Upon hearing this, Sikira immediately straightened her posture and said without hesitation.

“She likes you.”

“I’ve known her for less than a week, Sikira. Don’t joke around.”

Clearly, Anderson didn’t believe this explanation. He shook his head and continued.

“Moreover, I offended her once before…”

With an attitude of seeking the truth, Anderson roughly told Sikira about what happened that night.

This, of course, did not include Eleanor’s personal privacy.

For example, the private matter about the three layers of padding.

Even now, Anderson hadn’t figured out why Eleanor would pad three layers.

Are girls creatures so concerned about face?

“Allow me to analyze carefully…”

Sikira was not only a blacksmith but also a master of emotions. After thinking for a moment, she finally reached a conclusion.

“She wants to seduce you.”

“That’s even more impossible.”

Anderson shook his head, still firmly rejecting Sikira’s idea.

“Well then, she must like you~”

But Sikira analyzed with conviction.

“Your Honor Judge Anderson, use that rusty brain of yours to think. A girl, almost seen naked by you, can still maintain this kind of distance with you. Doesn’t that mean she has some interest in you? You have to know, girls hold grudges. If I were seen naked by you, do you know what would happen?”

After listening to Sikira’s analysis, Anderson thought for a moment but still couldn’t reach an answer, so he asked.

“What would happen?”

“I would make you understand why flowers are so red.”

Sikira looked at Anderson with a dangerous gaze, simultaneously gesturing with the hammer in her hand.

“Um… that seems to make sense.”

Anderson now somewhat believed Sikira’s analysis.

“And, Your Highness Prince Anderson, think carefully about your own conditions. Your looks are in the very high tier. It’s quite normal for a girl to take a liking to you, right? Have a little confidence.”

After saying this, Sikira seemed to remember something and asked Anderson.

“Or is it that you still haven’t let go of that girl named Ainola?”