Chapter 256: The Succubus Queen’s Special Lesson: Rong, Watch Carefully (2)
“That’s not important. What’s this room for?”
“Good girl. Is this your bedroom?”
“It’s the study! And stop calling me your daughter!”
Meanwhile, Nia snuggled contentedly in Shia’s arms, her eyes half-closed in bliss.
She glanced lazily at Eden, who was busy clinging to Rong while asking about the rooms.
“Is that the Succubus Queen?” Nia asked sleepily.
Shia’s voice was lazy, matching the languid atmosphere.
“What’s their relationship?”
“Queen and princess,” Shia replied casually.
Rong was on the verge of losing it.
“I’m right here, perfectly fine, and you’ve seen everything. Isn’t it time for you to leave?”
“Leave? Why would I leave? A loving mama like me has to spend some quality time with her darling daughter~! Don’t worry, Mama will take good care of you!”
Rong: “…” 'I’ll endure it!'
Just as the pair finished exploring the first floor, there was a knock at the door.
Before they could even reach it, the door opened on its own.
Sistine stepped inside, setting her belongings down at the entrance while searching for slippers to change into.
As she moved, her golden hair fell to cover half her face, the sunlight behind her casting an ethereal glow over her figure.
She seemed almost divine, her blindfold adding an unearthly air that made her appear untouched by the mortal world.
Straightening up, she picked up the small gifts she’d brought and prepared to distribute them to Rong and Nia—only to notice the unexpected guest.
Her gaze landed on Queen Eden, pausing briefly.
'There’s a guest at home?'
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While Sistine discreetly studied Queen Eden, the succubus queen was also sizing her up.
Long, sleek blonde hair. A tall, elegant figure. And 'those'—a proud and enviable chest.
The white blindfold over her eyes paired with her gauzy white dress, reminiscent of a wedding gown, exuded a serene holiness.
Her entire presence was cold and unapproachable, like a snow lotus blooming atop a distant ice mountain.
'This kind of high and unattainable beauty is exactly what boys love most.'
Sure enough, as soon as she entered, Sistine’s attention shifted to Shia.
Queen Eden’s expression turned sly and playful.
“Sistine-senpai,” Shia replied, his tone warm.
'Ah, so my silly daughter really does have her fair share of competition.'
Queen Eden greeted Sistine warmly.
“Hello, young lady. I’m Rong’s mama, here to visit her.”
Sistine nodded politely, her soft, gentle voice replying, “Hello, Auntie.”
Rong bristled immediately.
'I said she’s not my mama!'
Queen Eden pretended not to hear, her focus on Sistine instead.
Sistine gracefully sat next to Shia, her movements familiar and comfortable. Though her gaze remained fixed on him, she handed the gifts to Rong and Nia.
“I picked up some snacks on the way. I hope you like them.”
The intent was obvious—a little goodwill offering from the new arrival to the old guard.
The others exchanged knowing glances but said nothing.
Sistine sat close to Shia, breathing in his familiar scent. The missing piece in her heart felt whole again.
“Why are you here?” Shia asked quietly, tilting his head toward her.
Meanwhile, Nia and Rong were busy sharing the snacks Sistine had brought with Queen Eden, leaving the two of them their little pocket of space.
“I missed you,” Sistine admitted, her ears turning red but her tone sincere.
It had only been a day, but her longing was unbearable.
Drinking water? Thinking of him. Eating? Thinking of him. Doing nothing? Thinking of him. No matter what she did, he was in her thoughts.
The constant yearning had even disrupted her sword training.
Once, she could train for hours without pause, even ignoring her master’s calls.
But now? Just a day without seeing him made practice feel dull and meaningless.
Shia looked at the usually cool and composed Saintess of the Sword, now uttering the softest words of affection, and felt a tender warmth in his chest.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms. Together, they leaned against one another, savoring the quiet intimacy.
Around him, Sistine still radiated her usual frosty elegance, but in his embrace, she was a gentle lamb—obedient and serene.
“How about moving in with me?”
Shia’s voice was calm, but it carried a subtle allure that made Sistine’s heart tremble.
It was tempting, so tempting.
But she quickly remembered something.
“There’s something I need to discuss with you.”
Though she’d come to see him, there was another important matter she wanted to talk about.
“My best friend wants to meet you.”
Sistine’s tone carried a hint of apprehension.
Deep down, she truly wanted Shia to meet her best friend.
Introducing the person she loved most to her closest friend felt like the ultimate expression of happiness.
“Do you want me to meet her?” Shia asked softly.
Nestled in his arms, Sistine nodded honestly.
“Yes,” she murmured, before quickly adding, “But if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”
“But don’t 'you' want me to?”
“What matters is what 'you' want,” she replied, lifting her head to look up at him. Orıginal content can be found at novel⁂fire.net
Even now, she exuded her usual cool grace, the untouchable flower admired by all.
But in front of Shia, she was always gentle, always willing to prioritize his wishes above all else.
The stark contrast was enough to make any man lose himself.
“If you want me to go, I’ll go,” Shia said with a smile, tapping her nose playfully.
When he saw her face light up with a joyful, blissful smile, he felt completely satisfied.
Shia wasn’t surprised about her best friend’s request to meet him.
It was something he’d anticipated.
And truthfully, he was curious about this second female lead from the game.
What kind of villainess would she turn out to be?