Rosily walked Elqi to the entrance, wanting to continue all the way to the yard and the Car waiting outside.
However, Elqi stopped abruptly and grabbed Rosily’s hand, looking at her before quickly looking away.
Elqi said in a soft voice.
“You don’t need to walk me any further, here is fine.”
As she spoke, her ears turned red, though she still tried to maintain a calm and composed expression. Elqi glanced back at the Maid who had come to pick her up, exhaled, and continued.
“Um, thank you…”
“What are you thanking me for?”
Rosily just felt bewildered. She had only brought Elqi to her Home for a visit; was there anything worth thanking her for?
Elqi gave a sheepish smile, eyes lowered as she thought about various things, then she shook her head to herself and said.
“It’s nothing, really. Just drop me off here. It seems like my family doesn’t really allow me to stay out overnight. I’ll come see you again if there’s a chance.”
“Alright. Then next time I visit your home, it should be very big, right?”
“Mm.”
“Is the bed very big too?”
“Uh…”
“It definitely looks big, so it’s a deal.”
Rosily let go of her hand quite readily, which actually made Elqi a bit angry, but that was just her personality; she was always decisive in her actions.
Rosily looked at Elqi, who seemed to have more to say but couldn’t find the words, and was just about to ask, when a pair of hands pressed down on her shoulders.
Enya smiled at her Daughter, then looked up at Elqi standing nearby.
“Elqi, remember to let me know in advance next time you visit so I can prepare. I don’t want it to be like today, with nothing on the table.”
“The meal you cooked was delicious, Mother. I truly thank you for your hospitality today. When I come again, I will tell Rosily first so she can pass the message to you… Well, goodbye, Mother.”
Elqi looked up slightly at Enya standing behind Rosily, pursing her lips as she gripped her skirt with both hands.
Enya returned the girl’s gesture with a warm smile.
At the same time, she patted her own Daughter, Rosily, on the head.
Enya said goodbye softly, and Rosily said goodbye to Elqi as well.
After Elqi performed a curtsy, she turned and walked toward the Car outside the yard.
It was an exquisitely decorated Car, and the two pitch-black Horses were sturdy and muscular, clearly powerful enough to ensure a fast journey.
Rosily watched Elqi get inside and then watched the Car move away until it disappeared from view before looking back up at Enya.
“Mother?”
“Silly girl, you can’t be so blunt when talking to girls. Some girls like it, but others prefer things to be a bit more subtle.”
“Understood!”
“Very good.”
“But, Mother, how are you so knowledgeable about this?”
“Because I have been through it, silly. How else would I have you?”
“I see.”
Rosily looked like she had just realized something.
Enya squinted, reaching out to pinch her Daughter’s soft face.
Rosily wore an innocent expression.
She was actually wondering if Elqi had an Arranged Marriage and if she needed to beat the other person up.
It didn’t seem like she did, but surely the atmosphere in a noble family must be different, meaning their restrictions on people would be greater than for ordinary folks.
Rosily suddenly felt that she was really quite free and easy.
If she didn’t have a Sister at Home, she would have wanted to just slack off completely; it was all thanks to Estelle that her competitive spirit was sparked.
Enya wrapped her arms around her Daughter’s waist, lifted her up, and walked into the Room. Only after closing the door did she speak to Rosily.
“I bought some new Clothes for you two. Try them on today and show me. If anything doesn’t fit, I can spend the night altering them.”
“Eh? New Clothes?”
Rosily’s eyes widened, and suddenly, her face was filled with anticipation.
Enya smiled and ruffled her hair, then glanced at Estelle, who was silently sitting on a Chair, blankly cultivating her Magic Power.
“Sigh…”
This child is a bit… how should I put it?
She is far too eager to improve!
Enya turned around, patted Rosily’s shoulder heavily, and with a serious expression, she instructed her solemnly.
“Spend more time with your Sister in the future. You need to bring her out of her shell; how can you be the only one out playing with other girls?”
“Oh.”
Rosily agreed, but her heart wasn’t really in it. Her reply was listless.
It wasn’t that she lacked the drive, but she felt that compared to her, Estelle needed someone who could proactively reach out to her, otherwise, the silver-haired ice block would never melt.
Enya brought out two large packages, one for Estelle and one for Rosily.
“These are prepared for you. Take them to your rooms, put them on, and come back downstairs to show Mother later.”
Rosily: “Okay!”
Estelle nodded in silence.
After a short while, Rosily pushed open the door to her bedroom, walked quickly down the stairs, and ran in front of Enya to spin around.
Rosily laughed foolishly and said.
“Mother, how do you think I look in this outfit?”
The girl wore a light-gray shirt as a base with a black corset wrapped around her waist, creating a sharp contrast.
A brown leather belt was tucked at her waist, serving both as the boundary between her upper body and the skirt below, and as a functional attachment for a sword sheath.
The hem of the light-gray skirt did not reach halfway down her thighs, and she wore thick, specially woven stockings that left a portion of her white, soft thighs exposed—an Absolute Territory that could lead to endless reveries.
On her feet were thick-soled silver-gray boots, plus the Armor on her arms and the Shoulder Guard; both had been lightened in weight, and since this was female attire, there were aesthetic requirements, with a hint of pink painted along the lines.
“As expected of my Daughter, very dashing.”
Enya was generous with her praise.
Rosily had light golden, shoulder-length hair and orange-red eyes that were exceptionally vibrant; with this outfit, she looked even cooler.
Being praised so highly by her Mother, Rosily couldn’t help but giggle.
It was only then that Estelle walked down from upstairs, not in a hurry at all. The clothes Enya had prepared for her were not the athletic type like Rosily’s, but light and graceful, matching her long silver hair.
Rosily looked over and discovered that this inexpensive Sister of hers was also very beautiful.
“Tsk…”
Estelle wore a black base layer, a long coat with off-the-shoulder styling, long leather-textured gloves and stockings, and black high-heeled boots.
These pieces clung perfectly to Estelle’s body curves, making her look slim and graceful, her form full of elegant beauty.
This color scheme contrasted with Estelle’s silver hair, eventually focusing on that exquisite, expressionless face.
“Estelle is very beautiful.”
Enya said very gently, then walked over to her eldest Daughter to tidy her collar. Rosily, on the side, pouted and crowded in to act spoiled toward Enya.
“Mom~ I want some too!”
“Sigh, alright, alright.”
Enya agreed happily.
Estelle’s golden eyes glanced at Enya, then at Rosily, who was clinging to Enya. A strange feeling bloomed in her heart, but she didn’t understand what kind of emotion it was.
Enya beckoned to her, and after Estelle walked over, she was pulled into Enya’s arms, squeezed together with Rosily.
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