54.16x Scope Press AK?
First, she invited us to her palace to “lay low” with the Elf Saintess; then she offered us conditions that rivaled those of the main city we had just left, promising to keep the Elf Saintess’s escape from being “hunted” by her two older sisters a secret. When faced with the servants she sent to investigate, she even patted her chest and assured us she would find a way to handle it without exposing the Elf Saintess’s whereabouts…
To be honest, if I hadn’t confirmed from the script that this little princess was indeed acting with intent, I might have thought of her as a brainless, sweet-natured girl next door. After all, the light fairy I carry, Ikusis, is a level of fool that might even be more thoughtful than this little princess in certain matters.
What struck me as “strange” was precisely this. Because after the little princess helped us hide, not only were her actions consistent with her thoughts in the script, but in the time that followed, there were no threats to Izalis’s safety in the script either. Setting aside the various methods Izalis used to coax me into “acknowledging her as my fairy” every day, and the pressure I had to face to resolve the love triangle between Izalis and the two big shots, we were actually very safe!
Clearly, this was the last situation that should have occurred.
A few nights later.
At this moment.
The script regarding the Elf Saintess Izalis had gradually calmed down, allowing us to finally take a break from keeping vigil in her room overnight. And tonight, after I had finally coaxed this fairy to rest and returned to my own room, I found Kephiel and Nilu silently waiting for me in the dim light, illuminated only by the moonlight.
“Miss, Mr. O’Keefe has returned.”
“No need for your fake reminders…”
Kephiel seemed to roll her eyes at Nilu, but surprisingly, the two didn’t start arguing.
Under normal circumstances, this scene would have been impossible with Nilu and Kephiel. After all, if they both tried to come to my room at this time, there would only be one outcome: a fight, and then I would have to mediate, just like two cats at home always bickering over trivial matters.
But today’s situation was slightly different.
At the moment I carefully closed the door, Kephiel spoke first. I couldn’t tell how long she had been holding back, but the sourness in her words was palpable from a distance.
“Finally done browsing the custom brothel?”
“Miss, your choice of words is a bit vulgar.”
Of course, Nilu wasn’t any better; she was teaming up with Kephri, “How can you use a term like ‘visiting a brothel’? If we’re going to talk about it, we should say ‘favoring’—that’s much more fitting for Mr. O’Gilbert’s status.”
No matter how you phrase it, don’t you both mean the same thing!
【Kephri and Nilu are dissatisfied with the recent behavior of the Elf Saintess!】
The script appeared, and I could summarize the content in just a few words: The wife is jealous.
After all, in the past few days, to ensure that the Elf Saintess wouldn’t always seize the opportunity to cling to me, I had been accommodating her every request, hoping to gain some time alone with Kephri and Nilu. Finally, her attitude towards me had become less urgent, as if she couldn’t wait to plant a kiss on my lips and declare me her master.
Naturally, I did this to have more opportunities to interact with the two powerful women before me. Tonight, I hoped they would quietly come to my room and wait for me.
“You two… you know what I’ve done, yet you still say this.”
I complained while trying to soothe the feelings of the two powerful women with my “innocent” defense, “In these past few days, I’ve rejected the Elf Saintess’s requests to acknowledge me as her master at least a hundred times…”
I really just intended to prove my steadfastness to the two women, but…
The speaker had no intention, yet the listener took it to heart. Perhaps from the very beginning, they just wanted to tease me, but for a moment, they fell silent.
Then, exchanging glances as if confirming some thought, at the moment I tried to lean closer to them, they each took hold of one of my arms and guided me to sit beside my bed.
The sour atmosphere from a second ago suddenly shifted! Nilu and Kephri holding onto me like this reminded me of that previous night—yes, the same situation, with both Kephri and Nilu present. But after Kephri knocked me out with a punch, I woke up the next day with no recollection of what had happened the night before.
What on earth happened that night? Wait, why does this situation feel somewhat similar!? When did Kephri and Nilu’s relationship become so in sync!?
I wanted to ask but didn’t dare to. It was very likely that I was afraid that if I asked, the events of the night would become increasingly “strange.” In the end, I could only weakly muster a sentence.
“Um, um… can we sit at the table over there?”
Even though I knew it wouldn’t help, I had to at least resist symbolically, right?
Nilu quickly pressed her body against mine, her two “soft buns” resting on my chest. My maid, at this moment, had no intention of “leaving” at all.
“You called me and Kephri over here under the pretense of ‘finding a time for just the three of us to talk,’ right? So, what’s the problem with ‘talking’ here, Mr. O’Gilbert?”
Not just a problem; I feared that as we talked, we wouldn’t be using our mouths anymore, but rather some other parts of our bodies to “discuss” in detail.
Compared to Nilu’s roundabout methods, my dear wife is much more straightforward.
“Enough! A person with a mind full of nonsense is brazen no matter where they are.”
Kefir shot me a glare; her words were righteous, but… her body was honest and showed no intention of leaving my embrace.
“Whatever you want to do, hurry up! It’s just right; let me check if that elven lady, who I’ve been on the verge of losing my patience with, has taken the opportunity to do anything to you during the day.”
Heaven knows, my wife! In these past few days, I haven’t given that elven saintess even a hint of “ambiguity” to work with!
By the way… dear wife, please don’t keep “reminding me” like this, or I fear that any strange thoughts I originally had will be brought to the surface by your words.
In the next moment, seizing the opportunity when Kefir, whether intentionally or not, tossed her hair, I hurriedly broke free from Nilu’s embrace and dashed away from between the two formidable ladies!
“Ah…”
“Ogier, where are you running off to now!?”
“I’m going to wash my face! You two don’t need to follow me!”
By the way…
Let’s suppress that urge.
Of course, I swallowed those words back down; otherwise, I feared that some uncontrollable situation would arise next.
After all, I couldn’t very well pitch a little tent while surrounded by Kefir and Nilu and reveal my true intention of wanting to spend the night with both of them, could I? That would be utterly unconvincing.
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Recently, there are new illustrations, and I’m also preparing a giant illustration as proof of the conclusion.
Ah, it’s so expensive. My wallet is empty.