After sharing a tender moment with Mia, Roland wasted no time and asked, “Isaiah said you sensed my magic. Is that true?”
Mia looked at her and nodded.
“Then, do you want to learn magic? If you become strong enough to protect yourself, I’ll take you with me next time I go out.”
The thought of being able to go out into the world with her mother made an excited light burst forth in Mia’s eyes. Even without a word, it was clear how much she longed to learn magic.
“Don’t get too excited. When the time comes, I’ll take you to see Isaiah. With your talent, you’ll learn quickly. But aren’t you curious about what I brought back for you?”
Mia tilted her head, a look of confusion swirling in her small eyes.
“Ta-da~” Roland produced the object she’d hidden behind her back. “I bought you a new dress on the way home. How about it? Want to try it on? There’s more after that—some sweets.”
Having spent nearly ten years in the monastery, Mia had rarely owned new clothes. In summer, she wore a robe, and in winter, all she had was an extra woolen cloak and gloves over her robe—nothing more. Sweets were an unattainable luxury for someone as poor as she was. Rye bread, plain porridge, and lentils were all she ate in a day.
So when she saw Roland bringing her these things, her first thought was that something wonderful must have happened today.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” Seeing Mia’s lack of reaction, Roland wondered if she’d bought something her daughter didn’t like.
Mia shook her head. She’d just been wondering if today was some special festival.
“That’s good. No time to waste, hurry and try it on.”
Then Roland realized the problem. “How do you put on a dress again?”
Mia took the dress that was handed to her, looking completely lost and clueless about how to wear it.
If Nasha were here, she’d definitely know how, but she was busy helping Cheryl. Calling her over now wouldn’t be appropriate.
And Roland herself had no idea how to put it on either. Usually, she just sat in front of a mirror, stretched out her arms and legs, and the clothes would fit themselves automatically. Even the Roland in her memories was like that.
As a pure-blooded former male human, Roland certainly couldn’t blame her past self for never having worn women’s clothes. So she could only fault the original Roland’s laziness.
Damn noble ladies—how could she not even know how to put on clothes!
But Mia, of course, didn’t know her mother had bought a dress she didn’t know how to wear. Her two big, round eyes gazed up at her expectantly, as if waiting for Roland to dress her herself.
“Ahem, um, Mia, I think you can try it on yourself first. If you really can’t figure it out, you can come ask me.”
Could it be… mom doesn’t know how to wear it?
As soon as this idea appeared, Mia dismissed it.
The Roland in her heart was beautiful, upright, kind, and omnipotent—there was no way she couldn’t do something as simple as dress herself. She must be saying this to train her.
With gratitude towards Roland, Mia began to puzzle over how to put on the dress.
When Mia began to undress right in front of her, Roland instinctively turned around, covering her eyes with her hand. But then she realized something was off.
Her body was already that of a woman. Did she really need to shy away from another female’s body?
She’d already examined her own body while bathing; she could now calmly undress and soak in a rose-petal bath, even let Nasha apply bath oil and give her a massage.
Besides, Mia was her daughter, only twelve years old—not yet at the age where changing clothes had to be kept secret.
Roland tried to turn back, only to see Mia with half her body hidden under the dress, and her undergarments still exposed. She quickly turned away again.
No, no! No matter how you look at it, this is weird!
In her previous life, this sort of thing would have been called mother-daughter incest or child molestation!
Though it sounded exaggerated, some things only happened zero times or countless times—once the line was crossed, only unrestrained depravity awaited Roland.
What was that word again? Femme corruption?
It was like completely abandoning the thoughts of her past life and accepting this female body. If she really did that, it wouldn’t be long before she became some man’s beauty on his bed.
If things got more extreme, it’d turn into one of those reverse-harem beast novels, getting entangled with a dozen men and bearing a bunch of children.
Roland would rather cut her own throat than become like that—at least she could preserve her integrity.
“Mia, I’ll wait outside. Call me when you’re done.”
Fleeing the bedroom, Roland’s cheeks were still tinged red.
It wasn’t that she was prone to wild thoughts—mainly, in her last life, she’d never even had a girlfriend, barely had any female friends.
Her most vivid memory was calling her crossdressing roommate “Mom” in college. For a shut-in like her, acting like a girl without blushing was too difficult.
Why couldn’t she have transmigrated into a male noble and awakened some fatherly system?
Roland could guarantee she’d be a much better dad than a mom. In her last life, she’d adopted plenty of godsons, and been a real son, too. When it came to putting herself in others’ shoes, nobody could beat her.
After calming herself down a bit, Roland leaned against the window to enjoy the view.
When the bedroom door finally opened again, Mia—already changed—was hiding shyly behind the door, not daring to come out. She seemed a little embarrassed to let Roland see her new look.
“Don’t be shy, let me see how you look in your new dress.” Roland encouraged.
Only then did Mia push the door open fully and step out.
Not knowing how to pick clothes, Roland had chosen a dress similar to her own: nothing too fancy, mainly white with blue, gold, and black accents, pleated with a circle of floral decorations at the hem.
On Mia, the dress looked holy and untouchable—if you ignored her bashful little face.
Roland felt something strike her heart, making her blood boil with excitement.
How could she be this cute!
Damn Graham, for not reminding her to buy more dresses—she’d have to kick his butt next time!
Though she wanted to rush over and hug Mia, Roland restrained the impure impulse, forcing herself to comment calmly, “V-Very cute. I guess I have a good eye after all.”
Hearing this, Mia relaxed her tense body.
Thank goodness—she hadn’t let her mother down.
Roland, ever perceptive, caught Mia’s subtle expression, and felt happier than if she’d just seized a hundred thousand crystal pounds.
No! I can’t be the only one to see this—everyone must know how charming Mia is!
Grabbing her daughter’s hand, she dashed down the stairs without hesitation, ready to show her off to the others.