Because Charlotte had given all the Servants at home a holiday, he had to handle dinner by himself.
As usual, after finishing his meal, Charlotte received letters from home.
He carefully listed all the matters that needed attention and wrote a reply, sending it off to his eldest sister, far away in his homeland.
Thanks to Floleen’s help, this process was noticeably quicker.
At this moment, Charlotte was soaking comfortably in the bath, letting out a deep sigh.
As expected, nothing relaxes the body like a hot bath.
“Mmm….”
Charlotte couldn’t help but let out a pleased hum, the thick steam relaxing every muscle and bone in his body.
“Charlotte, do you think Floleen is upset with you?” Aifel’s voice suddenly rang out.
The sudden interruption startled Charlotte as he was still in the bath. “Can’t you let me enjoy my bath in peace for once….”
Aifel, however, simply emerged as mist from the ring: “What’s the big deal, it’s not like I haven’t seen you bathing before.”
“Sigh…” Charlotte looked at Aifel in front of him, somewhat helpless.
This artifact lady acknowledged him as her master, but she always did as she pleased, leaving Charlotte with no control over her at all.
Aifel grinned as she lay beside Charlotte: “So, you really think Floleen isn’t mad at you?”
“That’s for certain.”
“Really? You’re that sure? You almost brought a girl home today, you know. I bet that Duke’s Daughter wanted to get into your room.” Aifel giggled.
“If Floleen hadn’t been around, she might have climbed right into your bed.”
“Do you take me for a succubus…? Floleen would never dislike me just for that.”
Charlotte found himself speechless before the ever-provocative artifact lady, who always managed to conjure the wildest scenarios.
“Then tell me, what do you think Floleen’s thinking right now?”
“She wants to stick close to me, bite me hard, taste a bit of my blood… In short, she definitely doesn’t hold a grudge against me.” Charlotte replied calmly.
“What kind of woman is like that? You flirt with so many women, and you think there’s a woman out there that’s that easy to handle? Don’t tell me you still don’t understand women?”
Aifel always took a keen interest in Charlotte and Floleen’s relationship—after all, Floleen could bring great benefit to the Mistmoon Family.
“Of course women aren’t that easy to deal with, but Floleen is Floleen. You don’t understand her. I do.”
“Oh? Then I’d like to hear how you managed to win her over in the past.”
“Because I am who I am.”
“And then?” Aifel pressed curiously.
Charlotte was starting to grow impatient: “That’s all there is to it. The reason she likes me is simply because of who I am.”
“How enviable, such pure affection….”
Aifel didn’t find it strange at all, since no ordinary girl could tolerate Charlotte’s personality.
If it were any other noble lady, they would likely be fighting with Charlotte every few days.
Yet Floleen was almost like a pushover—apart from occasionally playing little tricks when angry to annoy him, she had never made things difficult for Charlotte.
Aifel didn’t probe further, only reminding Charlotte that someone was coming, before turning into mist and vanishing once again.
Charlotte suddenly noticed a charming silhouette outside the frosted glass of the bathroom under the warm light.
“Charlotte, I’m coming in….”
“Oh… huh?”
Charlotte didn’t react at first, until Floleen’s fair, naked body appeared under the bathroom’s warm light.
He slipped, sliding right into the water.
After a moment, he propped himself up again with both hands, “Didn’t you see I’m bathing?”
“I saw! That’s why I came to help you wash. I was afraid you’d miss a spot.”
Floleen said righteously as she walked over to Charlotte and slipped into the water beside him.
Charlotte wrapped his arm around Floleen’s waist: “Aren’t you the least bit shy… A noble lady, doing something like this.”
Floleen pressed naturally against Charlotte’s shoulder, tilting her head: “You’ve already seen everything, so what’s the point in being embarrassed?”
“Thank you for your hard work today, Floleen… By the way, does it still hurt?” Charlotte rubbed Floleen’s belly gently.
“So you do care about me. Do you know how sad I was this morning when I woke up and found you gone? I was hoping your face would be the first thing I saw when I woke up….”
“Sorry, I really didn’t want to be late today.” Charlotte’s tone was calm, unsure how to apologize to Floleen.
“If you mean pain, there is a bit. Who knew you’d be that rough… you nearly made me cry…..” Floleen’s voice began to sound a little aggrieved.
“Even so, I still helped you handle work today despite the pain. Don’t you think you should thank me?”
“Thank you, my wise and virtuous lady, Miss Floleen.”
“You really are a sweet-talker! Sigh! But I’m already used to it. That’s just how Charlotte is, right? Anyway, you’ll always end up coming back to me.”
Floleen turned her head away, hiding the upturned corners of her mouth from Charlotte.
“I wasn’t really mad at you, otherwise I wouldn’t have come here to bathe with you.”
“Mmm, you’re the best. I will cherish you properly. You will always belong to me, Floleen.”
Charlotte’s expression barely changed, but his words were filled with deep, unwavering affection.
This left Floleen a little unaccustomed, since Charlotte had never spoken like this before.
Her cheeks flushed as she continued helping Charlotte rinse off.
Floleen had already bathed once, so she pinned up her hair to keep it from getting wet, scooped up hot water, and used Water Magic to rinse Charlotte again and again.
By the time they left the bathroom, Charlotte was clearly a bit exhausted, and a pair of crimson eyes kept staring at Charlotte……
“Tell me, Miss Floleen… what are you doing…” Charlotte watched as Floleen, carrying a small blanket and pillow, ran up to his door and knocked.
Floleen grinned: “Didn’t I say? I’ve already put away all the guest room quilts. From now on, I’m sharing a room with you. What, not happy about it?”
“Of course I am, but are you really ready for this?”
“Why should I be afraid of you? I’m the future mistress of this house, after all.”
Floleen squeezed past Charlotte and into the room, tossing the pillow and blanket onto the bed.
Charlotte closed the door: “You’re right. But not the future—you already are….”
Floleen, turning around, froze for a moment, hands covering her face in surprise.
Charlotte was kneeling on one knee, his right palm open to reveal a ring.
This ring was identical to the one Charlotte wore on his left hand.
“I don’t even know what to say….”
“Then don’t. Miss Floleen, give me your right hand.”
It was as if Floleen had been hypnotized, moving according to Charlotte’s words.
By the time she snapped out of it, she was already lying on the bed under the light, gazing at the Star Ring on her right ring finger.
The more she looked at it, the more she liked it.
“Really! Couldn’t you have given me a ring somewhere more romantic?”
“Isn’t this romantic enough? This isn’t an official confession yet—I’ll give you a proper one in the future…..”
Floleen didn’t reply, only pouncing on Charlotte. She couldn’t hold herself back any longer—this man was always teasing her!
Aifel had been right: Charlotte might not understand all women, but he certainly understood Floleen.
Charlotte and Floleen lay sprawled on the bed, “playing chess.”
The chessboard was spread across the soft bedding, and the pieces would roll around now and then.
At first, Floleen was full of fighting spirit, her moves exceptionally skillful—it could be said she was playing while practically sitting on top of Charlotte.
But after twenty minutes, Floleen’s position on the chessboard took a sudden turn for the worse.
Charlotte’s mind worked at lightning speed, his moves rapid and precise, pressing forward relentlessly, forcing Floleen into a fluster, her cheeks tinged with pink.
After the final checkmate, Floleen was completely spent, lying breathlessly on the bed, her mind a blank.
Charlotte stroked the little wing-shaped mark on her lower back: “Floleen, could you let me see your wings?”
“Bad man! What are you up to now?”
“Mm… I just want to see your wings.”
Floleen still hadn’t quite recovered her wits, and just did as Charlotte asked. A pair of black bat wings burst forth from the mark.
Charlotte remained kneeling behind the collapsed Floleen, gently grasping the cartilage of her wings.
“Ah~”
Floleen had never let anyone else touch her wings before. The sensation was truly unique.
“Floleen, how do your wings feel?”
“Warm… Don’t touch them like that, it’s so ticklish….”
Floleen, in such a shy and silly state, made Charlotte all the more curious about the Bloodfiend’s body structure…..