Ah-choo!
The morning sunlight shone into the bedroom, and Abel woke up on the cold floor, his head aching a bit.
He hadn’t rolled off the bed because of bad sleeping posture—it was obvious that someone had kicked him down.
On the soft big bed, Sutis was sprawled out in all directions, her little feet still maintaining the previous ‘crime scene pose.’
Abel felt like he might have caught a slight cold; although it was autumn, the weather in the royal capital was still quite chilly.
As for why Abel was sharing a bed with Sutis?
That had to be traced back to last night.
When they went to bed after bathing, Julius had originally prepared a room for Sutis, but the little angel absolutely refused to sleep there!
She insisted on being with Abel no matter what!
Moreover, she argued eloquently against sleeping separately: “No, separating an armored angel from her contractor will reduce our synchronization rate. If we face a crisis next time and can’t synchronize successfully, won’t we be doomed?”
No one understood this aspect.
Even Abel didn’t remember such a setting in the original game?
With no other choice, Abel had to let Sutis lie down with him.
Fortunately, the bed in the mansion was big and soft enough—sleeping a few more people wouldn’t be a problem.
However, not long after lying down, Abel regretted it, because throughout the night, this little girl kept trying to sexually harass him!
Of course, with his upright heart, Abel remained unmoved, pretending not to notice.
After a while, Sutis found it boring and gradually fell asleep.
But what Abel hadn’t expected was that this child’s sleeping posture was so bad—she was flailing about in her sleep and even kicked him off the bed with one foot!
Too ruthless!
Abel shook his still somewhat groggy head and propped himself up from the cold floor.
He looked up at the soft big bed, where Sutis was sleeping soundly in a big “starfish” shape, her emerald-green long hair plastered all over her face, one foot arrogantly placed where he had been lying.
“This sleeping posture…”
Abel sighed, resignedly getting up.
After putting on a simple shirt and long pants, he had just donned the proper jacket prepared by his brother when the door was knocked with a thump thump.
“Young Master! Are you up? I’m here to help you get dressed!”
Elfi’s energetic voice came through the door.
Without waiting for Abel’s response, the door was pushed open.
The black high-ponytail maid came in excitedly carrying a basin of warm water, but upon seeing Abel already fully dressed, her steps suddenly halted.
Her pair of crimson eyes blinked twice, her gaze sweeping from Abel’s buttoned-up collar to his tied belt, finally settling on his already worn boots.
“…”
The smile on Elfi’s face froze.
Her hands holding the basin trembled slightly, her lips pursed into a straight line, her eyes flashing with extremely complex emotions—
Three parts disappointment, three parts annoyance, three parts “missed another good opportunity” gnashing of teeth, and one part unwillingness.
Abel was startled by the heavy resentment emanating from her, subconsciously stepping back half a step: “…M-morning, Elfi.”
“Morning, Young Master.”
Elfi’s voice sounded a bit muffled. “You got up really early today.”
“It’s alright…” Abel dry-laughed twice, trying to change the topic.
“Um, Sutis hasn’t woken up yet. Can you help her get dressed? She… uh, might not know how herself.”
This sentence was like a shot of adrenaline; Elfi’s eyes instantly reignited with light.
“Of course! Taking care of Miss Sutis is also my duty!”
She set down the basin and practically pounced to the bedside, gently shaking the still sleeping Sutis with both hands: “Miss Sutis, it’s time to get up! The sun is shining on your butt!”
“Mm… five more minutes…”
Sutis mumbled groggily, turning over and burying her face in the pillow.
“No can do.”
Elfi’s voice was sweetly terrifying.
“The children of the marquis family can’t be lazy in bed. Come, I’ll help you change clothes.”
Sutis was finally awakened by this gentle yet unyielding tone.
She opened her emerald-green eyes, saw the smiling Elfi, and inexplicably shivered.
“M-my, I can do it myself…”
“No can do. You’re still small—let me help~”
Elfi produced from somewhere a set of exquisite Gothic dress—black lace interwoven with dark red satin, the collar and cuffs adorned with tiny pearls, the skirt hem layered in folds.
It was obviously something she had prepared long ago.
Sutis was manipulated like a doll by Elfi, changing into the clothes and having her long hair combed smooth.
During the process, the little angel looked groggily at Abel, who was adjusting his attire:
“My knight, what hairstyle do you like?”
Abel was thinking about meeting his brother later, feeling a bit uneasy in his heart, and casually replied: “Twin tails, I guess—they’re cuter.”
“Twin tails!”
Sutis’s eyes lit up, immediately saying to Elfi, “Then twin tails it is!”
“Got it!”
Elfi skillfully divided the emerald-green long hair into two bunches, braiding them into delicate twin tails, tying them with dark red ribbons, and even adding butterfly knots at the ends.
Once dressed, Sutis jumped off the bed and twirled in front of the mirror.
In the morning light, she looked like a delicate doll straight out of a fairy tale—the Gothic dress made her skin appear even fairer, the emerald-green twin tails swaying gently with her movements, her emerald-green eyes sparkling.
“How is it?”
She looked expectantly at Abel.
Abel snapped back to reality, sincerely praising: “Very cute.”
“Really?” Sutis’s little face flushed slightly. She lifted her skirt hem, imitating a noble lady’s curtsy. “Th-then from now on, I’ll dress like this!”
Elfi nodded satisfactorily from the side, as if admiring her own masterpiece.
Abel glanced at the gradually rising sun outside the window, took a deep breath: “It’s about time—I have to go to Big Brother’s place.”
“Young Master, take care~” Elfi smiled brightly. “I’ll take good care of Miss Sutis!”
Sutis originally wanted to follow, but was persuaded by Abel with the reason of “a conversation between brothers.”
Leaving the room, Abel walked along the luxurious long corridor of the marquis mansion, his heart growing increasingly uneasy.
That absurd guess from last night swirled in his mind again—Julius couldn’t be gay, could he? Does he like me? Could the little fairy’s scriptwriter’s hand still be at work?!
“No, no, I’m definitely overthinking…” Abel shook his head forcefully.
“Big Brother is such an upright person—how could he…”
But last night, when Julius hugged him, that soft touch and fragrance…
Abel shivered, making up his mind: If Big Brother really has that intention, he’ll immediately shout for help! No hesitation!
Arriving at the door of Julius’s bedroom, Abel found the door slightly ajar.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking it was intentionally left that way by Julius, so he pushed the door open right away.
The morning light poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the room golden.
And in that patch of light, he saw a back figure.
A back figure that absolutely could not belong to a man.
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