Agreed? She actually agreed?
Mother really agreed to my request to stay?
Even though Vivienne kept confirming it, she still found it hard to believe.
Estelle slightly curled her body inward.
Ever since she understood what fear was, she had been somewhat afraid of Vivienne, and every time she thought of her, her heart ached painfully.
But…
Vivienne’s hand gently stroked the top of her head.
The girl felt a trace of warmth; normally, hair wouldn’t have any sensation, yet Estelle experienced a joy she couldn’t put into words.
“Mother…
She never used to touch me before, not even willing to come close to me.”
Estelle’s eyes shimmered with tears.
Vivienne said nothing, but bent down and held Estelle in her arms—something Estelle had never even dared to imagine before.
She leaned against Mother’s chest.
Although Mother’s embrace wasn’t as soft as Madam Phil’s, Estelle still felt an unparalleled sense of fulfillment.
“Mother.”
“Estelle, I agree to let you stay.”
Vivienne’s fingers slipped through the silver-soft hair; after running her hand through it, she brought her fingers to her nose to sniff—the scent was exactly like someone’s.
Then, she continued her words.
“But you must live with Madam Phil. She will take good care of you for me. I have many things to attend to, so I hope you won’t blame me, Estelle.”
The Princess wasn’t good at apologizing; her words often wound around and around, and she liked to split a single sentence into three.
But sometimes, her way of expressing emotions was very direct—just like Estelle now.
The girl, who couldn’t hide her feelings, happily responded.
“Mm!”
At the side gate of Asades Castle, a black carriage was parked.
Inside, an elegant lady sat poised.
This lady had silver hair and wore a black dress, her figure graceful—a beautiful woman.
Enya sat with her hands folded gently on her lap. After bidding farewell to Miss Henna, she came to the carriage to wait—for whom…
That person had already arrived.
She took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on the carriage door.
Click.
With a crisp sound of the lock, the carriage door was opened by a maid.
A silver-haired girl stepped forward.
Estelle looked at Enya inside the carriage and softly called out,
“Madam Phil.”
“Uh, Estelle, you can just call me Enya, okay?” Enya smiled shyly.
She pressed her lips together. Enya had sacrificed a bit to ensure Vivienne didn’t expose the lie and even agreed to take care of Estelle.
But Enya hadn’t yet figured out how to explain things to Estelle. To her, Madam Phil was like a mother—and to her own little Rosily, she had to explain why suddenly there was a new older sister.
Rosily’s possessiveness was quite strong!
Estelle sat across from her, legs together, sitting properly and still—not even her breathing changed.
It was as if she was about to begin training at any moment.
Enya thought for a moment, then rose and sat beside the girl.
One arm wrapped gently around Estelle from behind, pressing the girl’s head softly onto her shoulder.
Estelle didn’t resist—she was even obedient.
As the carriage began to move, the cabin shook slightly at times.
Enya comforted Estelle with her gentle, soothing voice.
“I’m very happy you’re coming to live with me, Estelle.”
“Your mother entrusted you to me, and I will take good care of you. I have a daughter around your age; her name is Rosily.”
“By age, you’re her older sister, so you can call her ‘little sister.’”
“Don’t worry, Estelle, I’ll love you just like my own daughter. You and your sister must get along well.”
Estelle nodded.
Then she took the initiative to bury her face in Enya’s warm chest.
Mmm, so soft and fragrant~
The girl sighed inwardly.
This feeling was much better than with Mother. If only Madam Phil were my other mother—I really envy Rosily.
But Mother has changed a bit…
Everything about Estelle was getting better!
The girl nestled deeper into Enya’s embrace and even sat on her lap like a little cat seeking warmth, greedily enjoying the bliss.
Enya didn’t mind her actions; instead, she smiled even more happily.
On the lawn lay a golden-haired girl with delicate features like a doll, shoulder-length hair flowing, and beside her was a Silver Sword.
Rosily stared blankly at the sky.
She stretched out her hand and clenched it toward the heavens, a thought rising inside her—like the entire sky was in her palm.
She didn’t know why she had this feeling.
Besides that, she could read the messages carried by the wind.
How wondrous.
Suddenly, Rosily felt something ominous, as if she sensed a certain…
Threat?
She sprang up from the grass, drew her sword from beside her, and lightly swung it. A woman’s figure appeared.
“Sister Cang, I have a premonition that an enemy is near.”
“Ah?”
Cang floated down from directly above Rosily and landed beside her.
“Enemy? No, there isn’t.”
Cang clearly didn’t think there was any enemy here. If there was, wasn’t the master here? Little mistress, you don’t need to take action.
Besides, she hadn’t sensed any threat nearby.
Cang didn’t believe that a newly fledged Dragon Princess—especially a small Silver Dragon Princess with sealed bloodline—could surpass her in danger perception.
Rosily pouted but ignored her.
She retracted her longsword into her ring, and Cang’s illusory figure immediately disappeared.
She was a sword after all.
Cang: Damn, don’t just put me away so casually, alright?
Rosily hurried toward home, certain her premonition was right, though she didn’t know what kind of enemy was approaching.
Meanwhile, the carriage had already stopped at the gate of the courtyard.
Enya led Estelle down from the carriage, and the two went inside first. The maid followed, helping to carry some luggage in.
Estelle finally stepped into the house.
From the moment she entered, her pale golden eyes moved continuously, taking in every object—from tables to chairs to the kitchen.
Enya pulled Estelle to sit down.
She looked very happy, smiling as if she could barely contain it.
“Estelle, sit here for now. I’ll go prepare your bed. From now on, you’re an official member of my family. Your little sister is out playing and will be back later. Then you two can get to know each other.”
“Mm.”
Estelle nodded, pursing her lips, growing more and more excited about her new life. Sister… what will she be like?
The girl fixed her gaze on Enya’s retreating figure.
“Sister, huh.”
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