Chapter 102: Dance With Me

Vivienne still held Enya tightly, refusing to let go.

She spoke.

“You say you’ve found something you want to do? Is what you want to do to hide it from everyone and then go find some place to play house?”

“You—”

Hearing this, Enya’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn’t argue but instead closed her eyes heavily and lowered her head.

She gave up struggling and said in a trembling voice, “Please, Vivienne, let me be alone for a while. There are some things I want to handle myself, or else… I really might go mad.”

Vivienne bit her lip, truly wishing that next time she saw Enya, she could just drag her back as she had said.

But standing so close, she hesitated.

After a long silence between them, Vivienne finally broke the heavy atmosphere. She looked at Enya and asked, “Who did it?”

Enya opened her eyes, pressed her thin lips together, and slightly turned her head to look at Vivienne’s body. With her other hand, she grasped Vivienne’s wrist tightly.

Her hand was clenched into a fist.

The knuckles whitened, showing just how hard she was squeezing—and how angry she was!

Enya lowered her head further.

For her, this was deeply humiliating—a secret she should have never admitted, now forced into the open.

She let out a soft breath and replied, “It was… the Dragon God, Archethia. After my battle with Pandrake, she appeared through a projection into the real world and then…”

“Vivienne, be gentle, you’re hurting me.” “Mm.”

Vivienne finally loosened her grip.

Enya didn’t dare look at her, but even without looking, she could guess how dark Vivienne’s expression must be at that moment.

Turning her back to Vivienne, Enya quietly said, “I’m sorry.”

Vivienne stared at the figure before her, then moved closer and wrapped her arms around Enya’s waist, resting her head on Enya’s shoulder and burying her face in the soft, beautiful silver-white hair.

Under the gentle sunlight, the strands shimmered brilliantly.

The Princess inhaled the familiar scent of the person beside her, as if transported back ten years, walking side by side, resting on each other—a past that could never be returned to.

Vivienne’s hands were restless, wandering over Enya’s body in various places.

Enya endured it silently; after all, the Princess had been like this since childhood.

She was used to it.

After a long while, Vivienne’s desire seemed finally satisfied. She held Enya tightly by the waist and whispered softly in her ear.

“You said you hate this world.”

“I asked you—is it because the nobles are arrogant and indulgent, while the commoners suffer hunger and cold? But you said no.”

“You hate it because it’s lifeless, like a child clinging to a cradle, thinking that as long as it cries, food will always come.”

“So, I tried to change it, to make it grow again.”

“We will witness a new world together.”

These words quickened Enya’s heartbeat. She hadn’t known Vivienne had been doing things like this all along, and she quietly said another apology.

“Stop apologizing, my ‘Sorry Miss.’ You haven’t wronged anyone.”

Vivienne slowly released Enya’s waist, stepped in front of her, and reached out to take Enya’s hand.

“Dance with me.”

“Mm.”

Enya didn’t refuse.

At the same moment she nodded, Vivienne lowered her head and kissed the back of her hand.

The sudden action brought a faint blush to Enya’s cheeks.

She wanted to look away to avoid it but forced herself to meet Vivienne’s calm smile after the kiss.

The Princess squeezed Enya’s palm gently, and with her other hand, rested it on Enya’s slender waist.

They took their dancing positions.

No music played, no audience was present—this was obviously an impossible stage—but accompanied by the rustling flowers and summer breeze, they danced a beautiful duet.

Enya had been taught by Vivienne, and their coordination was remarkably harmonious.

Enya danced the female lead and ended steadily lying in Vivienne’s embrace.

Their eyes locked for a long moment.

Then Enya voluntarily closed her eyes.

Henna leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, wiping the sweat beads from her forehead.

Suddenly, something occurred to her.

“If Princess Vivienne does anything more to Phil—”

The situation just now was already crossing the line. If she hadn’t rushed over and bumped into them, who knows what might have happened.

Now that she thought about it, just bumping them seemed not enough. Henna still felt uneasy.

“No, I have to go back and check!”

Just thinking about Phil being bullied by Princess Vivienne made Henna’s heart ache terribly. Forgetting her weakened legs, now without magical reinforcement, she ran straight back the way she came.

As she ran, she collided with someone at a corner.

“Ugh.”

Henna fell hard to the ground.

She furrowed her willow-shaped brows tightly, squinting her watery pink eyes—her delicate blood elf loli frame was quite vulnerable!

She looked up and froze…

Before her stood a beautiful silver-haired woman with a mature and graceful figure. Wasn’t this the very Madam Phil she had been worried about?

Enya covered her mouth lightly, eyes fixed on the little girl sitting on the ground. She quickly reached out a hand to help her up, smiling warmly.

“Sorry, little sister, are you okay~?”

Of course, Enya knew that this crimson-haired little girl was Henna; she was only pretending not to know.

Her scent drifted down with her bending posture.

Henna sniffed the subtle fragrance and immediately blushed fiercely. She scrambled to her feet on her own, not taking Enya’s hand, and busied herself tidying her dress.

Seeing her flustered state, Enya couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh softly.

“Hehe, such a cute little sister. What’s your name? Can you tell your sister? Sister really wants to know you.”

“Uhm… Li… Lilith, yes, my name is Lilith! Sis (Hello, sis)…”

Henna’s forehead broke out in sweat. She waved her hands helplessly, clearly not planning to admit she was really Henna, trying her best to fake it.

She turned her head and whispered to Enya.

“Did that pink-haired lady just now do anything to you?”

“Hm? Did Lilith see?”

Enya squinted at Henna. Of course, she knew Henna hadn’t been looking.

Henna quickly shook her head after hearing the question.

Her long crimson hair swayed, soft and smooth, looking incredibly beautiful—making one want to reach out and touch it.

Enya reached out and patted Henna’s head.

“Didn’t hurt when you fell, right? Do you want Sister to rub it for you?”

“No, no pain!”

After saying this, Henna regretted it a little. If she was in pain, would Enya really rub it? Then she could claim to be hurting!

Clearly, the words were out and couldn’t be taken back. Henna’s eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment. She looked at Enya, wanting to hear the answer to her question.

“She didn’t do anything.”

“That’s good… I saw her holding you just now.”

Henna looked particularly shy and awkward being patted on the head, especially since it was from someone she cared about so much…

Among her crimson hair, her ears twitched up and down.

Hmm, this actually feels kind of nice~

Looks like being like this isn’t so bad after all.

Henna chuckled softly.

Enya blinked, not quite understanding what had come over Henna.

She withdrew her hand and pressed it against her lips.

Memories flooded back, and a rosy flush spread across her face.

Vivienne had told her this time she only treated her as Madam Phil Crochy and said this was the last act of leniency—her patience had limits, and next time Enya must go back with her.

Next time… she would think about that when the time came.

“Well, this hurdle is over,” Enya sighed in relief.

Henna had been watching Enya’s expressions the whole time, and her heart sank.

They said nothing happened?

And what exactly was the relationship between Phil and Vivienne?

“Ahem.”

Enya cleared her throat and said, “Lilith little sister, I still have some things to do, so I’ll head back now~ Goodbye~”

Henna forced a smile and waved. After Enya left, she sat down on the nearby grass, deeply troubled.

Inside a luxurious villa bedroom, Estelle held her sword and walked to the window.

The height was only about two stories.

The girl climbed up and squatted on the windowsill, planning to leap down.

But just as she jumped, before she began falling, she suddenly stopped in midair. Estelle’s armpits were supported by a pair of hands.

She turned her head to look.

A woman dressed in a maid’s outfit stood there.

“Miss Estelle, you have not been permitted to leave here.”

Estelle could only watch as the maid grabbed her and set her gently back on the chair, then the maid gracefully walked out the door.

The girl lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

Not long after, Estelle suddenly looked toward the door. As it opened, a pinkish-white female figure stepped in.

Vivienne looked at her; Estelle looked back at her.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Vivienne slowly walked over to the girl.

Estelle tilted her head, looking at this woman she should call “Mother.”

A trace of fear stirred in her heart.

It was the feeling taught to Estelle by the Nightmare Demon in the ruins.

“Mother…”

“Mm.”

Vivienne reached out but suddenly stopped, lowering her hand and quietly watching the girl before her.

She couldn’t help but mutter, “So alike.”

“Mother?” Estelle tilted her head slightly.

“Mother, Estelle… doesn’t want to leave here.”

“Mm.”

“Estelle really doesn’t want to!” “Mm.”

“Estelle… um, Mother, will you grant Estelle’s request to stay?”

The girl’s eyes widened a bit, then saw Mother’s hand resting on her head.

This was surprisingly… curious—

Estelle looked at Vivienne with astonishment.