The Great Elder let out a hearty chuckle and, being quite perceptive, quickly stood up and made himself scarce.
“Oh my, Charlotte’s awake? Then this old man will be on his way, not interrupting you young folks’ bonding. I’ll go check on those lads training in the backyard!”
But just as he reached the door, he couldn’t resist turning back to deliver one final jab: “Charlotte, Annabell is such a fine young lady. You two should get along wonderfully. And as for children and such, we old folks have plenty of ways to handle that!”
“Great Elder!!”
Charlotte was so mortified she wished she could crawl into a hole in the ground.
But… ‘his suggestion actually has some appeal to it…’
In the hall, Charlotte walked over to Annabell.
“Anna, you don’t need to listen to the Great Elder’s ramblings…”
Annabell nodded in wholehearted agreement, but Charlotte’s next words completely short-circuited her brain.
“But… if Anna truly wants a child, I… I could do it.”
Charlotte kept her head lowered, hands twisting the hem of her dress, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz yet utterly resolute.
As she spoke, she stole glances at Annabell with those emerald green eyes.
Faced with Charlotte’s bold direct assault, Annabell was completely dumbfounded.
“Hmph… W-Who would want some brat running around! What kind of unhealthy thoughts are running through your head?!” Annabell turned her head away in tsundere fashion, but her bright red ears had already betrayed her.
Seeing that Annabell was still putting up that same stubborn front of saying one thing while meaning another, Charlotte… understood!
She lunged straight into Annabell’s arms, wrapping her hands around her slender waist and cooing sweetly, “Fine, fine, no babies then. How about… we continue sleeping together tonight?”
Annabell thought to herself: ‘How did I end up being the bottom in this relationship?! Something’s not right here!’
Over the following days, Annabell openly took up residence at the Weir Manor under the guise of “supervising her fiancée’s studies.”
Their relationship had undergone a qualitative leap thanks to that night of heartfelt honesty. The twin bond mark on her and Charlotte’s wrists had grown increasingly responsive.
When facing each other, the two didn’t even need to speak—a mere touch of their mana was enough to vaguely sense each other’s feelings.
It was like maxing out the telepathy skill!
Annabell figured this “twin contract” was absolutely a BUG-tier cheat ability, so she began studying it in detail.
As for Charlotte lately, she had transformed into an ultra-clingy sweetheart.
“Anna, open up, ah~ Try this fruit. It’s so sweet.”
“Anna, take these high-grade magic crystals. Don’t be shy—these are all spoils we looted from the Cavendish Family’s vault.”
“Anna, let’s go watch the stars on the rooftop tonight. Watching stars with someone you love is the happiest thing in the world.”
“Anna, let me tell you—my love for you is this much! No, it’s bigger than the sky! It’s endless!”
“Anna! I love you! I love you the most!”
Listening to this barrage of direct love confessions hitting her from every angle every single day, Annabell maintained her icy tsundere facade on the surface while her heart was already bubbling over with sweetness.
She opened her system panel and took a look at Charlotte’s affection level.
There it was, shining brilliantly at the highest tier: 【Till Death Do Us Part】!
‘The death flag is finally completely pulled! This girl finally sees clear skies after the storm!’ Annabell cackled inwardly.
Now she had a Destined Heroine as her devoted fiancée. Facing any other protagonists or villains that might appear in the future, Annabell was brimming with confidence.
Night deepened, and the bustle of Weir Manor fell into complete silence, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.
In the spacious guest room, a floating magic crystal lamp cast a warm, intimate glow across the interior.
Annabell had just finished bathing and changed into a deep blue silk nightgown.
The smooth fabric clung to her tall, slender figure. Feeling a bit warm, her collar hung slightly open, revealing a stretch of snow-white skin and a hint of cleavage.
She was currently half-reclined against the soft headboard, her heterochromatic eyes fixed on a thick tome in her hands titled Ancient Magic Potion Guide.
However, her mind had long since wandered far away.
Because on the other side of the bed, Charlotte had also just finished her bath.
The golden-haired girl wore a slightly oversized white lace camisole nightgown, her fair, well-proportioned calves swinging back and forth on the mattress.
She was staring at Annabell with those watery emerald eyes, looking for all the world like a neglected kitten, utterly reproachful.
Stare—
Annabell tried to ignore the intense gaze and turned a page of her book. “Go to sleep early. You still have to get up tomorrow for magic practice…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the mattress beside her sank slightly.
A sweet fragrance mixing milk and rose body wash wafted over. Charlotte didn’t obediently crawl into the covers—instead, like an exceptionally clingy little kitten, she crawled on her knees right up to Annabell.
“Hey? What are you doing…”
Before Annabell could react, the heavy ancient tome was yanked from her hands by a fair, soft little hand and casually tossed onto the carpet.
Then, without any hesitation, Charlotte swung her legs over and straddled Annabell.
She spread her legs and sat directly face-to-face, flush against Annabell’s thighs.
“!!!”
Annabell’s body went rigid instantly.
This was nothing like their previous embraces through thick mage robes—right now, both of them were wearing nothing but flimsy sleepwear!
Their bodies rubbed against each other, and she could feel the warm, soft skin beneath Charlotte’s nightgown, even the startling heat where their inner thighs pressed together.
“Ch-Charlotte! Where are your manners? Get off this instant!” Annabell’s cheeks flushed visibly red, her heterochromatic eyes darting about in panic, utterly unable to look directly at the hint of white that swayed gently from the camisole neckline under gravity’s pull.
“I won’t.”
Charlotte not only refused to get off, but she also draped her arms around Annabell’s neck, burying her fluffy golden head into the softness of Annabell’s chest.
“So mean…” Charlotte’s muffled voice came through, dripping with coquettish pouting. “I’ve been sitting here all clean and pretty for ages, and all you care about is that brick of a magic book. You didn’t even glance at me once.”
As she spoke, the warm breath from Charlotte’s words scattered across the sensitive skin of Annabell’s neck, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
“I… I was searching for a body-tempering potion recipe for you!” Annabell blustered in weak self-defense, her hands hovering stiffly in midair like they’d been electrocuted, not knowing where to put them.
“But right now I don’t need a recipe. I only need you.”
Charlotte lifted her head and leaned in boldly.
The distance between them was now mere inches apart—close enough to count each other’s interlaced eyelashes.
Charlotte gently nuzzled her cheek against Annabell’s flushed face, her voice so soft it could drip honey: “Anna’s lap… is even more comfortable than the bed. And her body is so cool and nice to hold.”