Filusha looked at Milly in surprise.
The topic had changed too quickly—it was hard not to be suspicious that Milly had some ulterior motive.
“Why are you asking this? Are you planning to eat it?”
“I do want to eat it. Why do you care!”
Milly turned her head away, grabbed the plate with the cake,
and before Filusha could stop her, stuffed the cake into her mouth. Honestly, it tasted pretty good—maybe it was a limited edition?
No wonder she’s so rich, she’s really got money to burn!
If I married her, I’d be the wife of a rich lady, wouldn’t I? No, wait, why would I marry her? I can barely stand her!
“That’s not it,” Filusha said unhappily, “this was for interrogation. Why did you eat it?”
“What’s there to interrogate about? I’m not hiding anything from you.”
Milly’s mouth didn’t stop as she quickly swallowed the cake.
Why? Because it was just too delicious!
“Besides, who doesn’t have a few little secrets? Don’t you? Where did you get all your money? As a Saintess, you shouldn’t have much of a salary, right?”
Milly poked at Filusha’s face, making Filusha’s veins pop with frustration.
But she didn’t dare dig too deeply—after all, all that money had been earned with her Witch identity. The Saintess really didn’t have any extra perks.
“Even if I am hiding something from you, what can you do about it?”
Milly lifted her chin, her full chest rising and falling.
Filusha couldn’t take it anymore. Milly was just too infuriating.
“Looks like the interrogation wasn’t thorough enough.” Filusha grabbed Milly’s wrist and slammed her against the wall. “Let me check if there’s still cream on your face?”
“Are you a puppy? You want to lick me again!”
“Or maybe not the cheek this time, but somewhere even more embarrassing?”
Filusha’s gaze dropped lower, and Milly’s face flushed a deep red.
Just then, a chorus of moans rose from the room next door.
Milly’s face grew redder and redder until, with a ‘bang’, steam seemed to waft from her head. She gnashed her teeth and grumbled angrily:
“When are they going to be done?!”
How are they lasting so long?
Filusha was never that lasting—ten minutes, tops!
As she thought about it, she shot Filusha a sidelong glance.
Filusha couldn’t guess what Milly was thinking, but she could tell Milly was definitely mocking her again, and her anger flared.
She picked up the cake and held it to Milly’s lips.
“Didn’t you want to eat? Hurry and finish. After you’re done, I’ll properly savor your cherry lips—there’ll definitely be a strong creamy flavor, won’t there?~~”
“Mmph, who said you could taste them!”
Milly snatched the cake and shoved Filusha, who staggered but didn’t fall. Milly seized the chance and gulped down the rest of the cake.
Then she picked up her teacup and gulped down her black tea.
“Now there’s no creamy flavor left, right?”
Milly looked smug, while Filusha just shrugged and sneered.
“Black tea isn’t bad either. Let me taste that, hmm?”
“Hey, wait!…”
Filusha didn’t wait, pressing her lips against Milly’s.
The sounds from next door drifted over, making Milly’s heart race. With Filusha’s forceful kiss on top, there was a hint of forbidden thrill.
She couldn’t resist, so she just closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
Who knows how long it lasted before Filusha was willing to let her go.
Milly wiped her lips with the back of her hand and glared at Filusha, but Filusha just looked pleased, gently stroking Milly’s silky hair.
Just in time, things next door were winding down.
Finally, it was over. How embarrassing!
“Filusha, if only you could last that long.”
“What did you say!!…”
Filusha clenched her fists, the knuckles cracking.
Milly turned pale with fright. She’d only meant it as a half-joke, not expecting it to sting so much. She quickly grabbed Filusha’s arm and shook it from side to side.
“Alright, I’m just joking—Filusha-neesama is the best!”
Filusha was still angry, but couldn’t let it out.
She could only secretly resolve to give Milly a hard time tonight.
“Right, the cake!…”
She’d gotten so caught up bickering with Filusha that she’d forgotten the main thing—wasn’t she supposed to make a cake for Filusha?… Wait, not make a cake—she was supposed to cover up the matter of being pregnant!
She almost blew her own cover!
“Where did you buy the cake? Was it from that shop nearby?”
“Yeah, from a Sunflower Trading Company chain store.”
The headquarters of Sunflower Trading Company was in the royal capital, 4,000 kilometers from here, with an empire in between.
But Sunflower Trading Company was now spread all over the Iberd Continent.
They’d even beaten out the empire’s own White Rose Trading Company—an absolute industry legend!
Unfortunately, when Sunflower Trading Company was at its peak, Milly hadn’t even reincarnated yet. It had been twenty years now, so she’d missed witnessing their glory days.
“Too expensive,” Milly shook her head. “I couldn’t afford it.”
“If you marry me, my money is your money.”
“Who wants to marry you…” Milly shot her a glare. “Anyway, what kind of cake do you like?”
“Original flavor is fine. Why are you asking?”
“I, I was just curious…”
Milly put on an awkward look, glancing away, her cheeks flushing as if on purpose.
Faking a blush was easy enough—just think about something embarrassing, like that night dressed as a catgirl.
Filusha saw all this, and her heart started to race.
Why ask about cake flavors out of the blue? Was she going to bake a cake for me? Now that she thought about it, wasn’t her birthday coming up? She’d been so busy she’d almost forgotten.
Could Milly be planning a surprise?
But then, why couldn’t they cuddle more often?
Filusha clearly remembered Milly warning her not to get too rough. If she really couldn’t hold back, she had to be gentle.
What did that have to do with cake?
Could it be… Milly wanted to save their yuri night for her birthday?
“The gift is myself. Filusha-neesama, please enjoy me to your heart’s content!”
Ugh, that would be so exciting—something to look forward to!
After running wild with her imagination, Filusha beamed. She never expected Milly to have such a cute side, wanting to give her a surprise!
“Original flavor cake is good. Best with some vanilla and strawberries on top—sweet and sour, just like you, Milly~~”
“Do you have to be so specific!” Milly blushed. “And what do you mean by ‘just like me’—just what part tastes like that?!”
“Why, of course it’s…”
Filusha’s gaze dropped again, and Milly hurriedly covered herself.
“Okay, enough! I get it!”
Such a pervert, always teasing me!
But it looked like she really believed the cake excuse.
Milly quietly cradled her belly, a faint smile on her lips. She’d managed to keep her secret—for now, at least. Don’t worry, dear daughter. Mama will protect you.
Even if you aren’t Filusha’s child,
Mama will still bring you into the world, and let you grow up healthy and happy.
The airship’s speed was 150 kilometers per hour.
They boarded at 10:00 in the morning and arrived at Gutram by 6:00 in the evening.
The witches’ gathering place wasn’t in the city itself, but somewhere in the outskirts around Gutram. But with so many villages nearby, it was hard to say exactly where.
The plan was simple: first, they’d put on a public display of affection.
It’d be best if, overtly or subtly, they attracted the attention of the witches—then, in the name of “seeking thrills,” they’d join the Silver Party.
After all, witches welcomed nobles.
With limited funds, they were always glad to meet new patrons.
If the plan didn’t work, they’d just have to honestly investigate each village one by one—there weren’t that many around, and by checking them all, they’d eventually find a clue.
The mission’s objective was simple: destroy the ritual array.
Then, arrest all the witches involved. The Pope would send people to haul them all to the execution grounds and burn them at the stake!