Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

Arriving at the room, Earl Laurian turned around, bowed deeply and politely to Victor and Gwen, and said to them with a smile:

"I won't disturb your rest time."

Victor nodded in response, while Gwen remained calm.

When she saw Victor nod, she also nodded slightly.

After saying this, Earl Laurian turned around gracefully and left the room, not forgetting to close the door.

His figure disappeared at the door with a gentle lock sound.

Just as he walked to the far end of the corridor, a servant hurriedly ran over from the side, bowed respectfully to Laurian and said:

"My Lord Earl, the eldest lady has "run away" again."

Earl Laurian's steps suddenly stopped, looking down at the somewhat timid servant, and whispered:

"Did Priss run to her mother's room again?"

"No."

The servant shook his head and continued to add:

"The eldest lady just appeared when Princess Aurelian of the Carencia Empire passed by the lady's room."

"But she only stayed there for a moment and left soon. I saw with my own eyes that she had no chance to enter the lady's room."

"Besides, there is a sign in front of the lady's door, and the eldest lady can't enter."

The servant's narration comforted Laurian a little. He waved his hand and gave a serious order:

"Find her whereabouts as soon as possible. Although most people will not pay attention to her, there are many guests today."

"It will be troublesome if we disturb other guests."

The servant nodded hurriedly, then turned and trotted away.

Count Lorien was alone in the corridor, turned his head and looked at Victor's room.

Then, he leaned on his cane and slowly left.

In the corridor, only the dull echo of the cane hitting the floor remained.

Victor, who was in the room, did not stop, the lines and runes moved quickly in his hands, and the magic began to surge in it.

He gently brushed his hands on the door, and several magic arrays were embedded in it.

Soundproof, barrier, interference.

A series of magic traps were set around.

If someone wanted to break into the room, they would be entangled by these magic traps and notify Victor.

Victor felt the magic around him, and only gradually relaxed after confirming that there was no one else outside the room.

After dealing with these, Victor turned around in the room and looked at Gwen sitting on the fur-covered sofa again.

Compared to the Gwen of the past, the current Gwen is too obedient.

Even if they live in the same room, they are not shy or noisy.

They once spent the night in a small town under the volcano. At that time, Gwen was shy and a little dissatisfied.

And now...

Feeling Victor's gaze, Gwen blinked, and a hint of doubt seemed to appear on her calm face.

The personality is completely different.

However, this is also related to Gwen's current instinctive state.

Victor reached out and pulled the luxurious silk curtains, covering the large windows, and the bright moonlight was completely isolated outside.

He stepped on the golden carpet under his feet and turned to look at Gwen.

She had already taken off her armor to her knees.

Revealing the underwear on the body like snow-white gauze,

The white jade-like skin makes people fall for it, and the graceful figure adds a bit of charm to her purity.

Gwen walked slowly towards Victor, the distance gradually shortened, until she was almost close to his body.

Until she stopped in front of Victor, she raised her head slightly, and looked at Victor with a pair of calm eyes.

Then, in the dual sight of Victor and Vega.

She ignored the crow on Victor's shoulder, gently stretched out her arms, and wrapped her arms around Victor's neck.

Her forehead was close to Victor, and her voice was called out, like a spring breeze passing over the buds, and she said softly:

"Hold me."

"..."

...

About half an hour later, the bathroom door soaked in steam slowly opened, and Gwen walked through the hazy light and shadow in the steam, letting her wet hair fall gently.

She took a towel and wiped her hair lightly.

Then she took off the thick bathrobe that had been hung up long ago and put it on.

At this time, Victor was sitting quietly in a chair, leaning back slightly.

His windbreaker had long been taken off, replaced by a white shirt and loose trousers.

His legs were stretched out on the crystal-carved dining table, flipping through the book in his hand.

The only sounds in the whole room were the dripping water and the turning of pages, which seemed to whisper the situation here.

The sound of the pages turned over and over again with his thoughts.

When Gwen saw it, she took the initiative to approach, and the air around Victor was like a spring breeze, bringing a burst of fragrance, and then penetrated into Victor'sVictor's nose.

It's impossible to say that Victor didn't realize it at all.

Gwen stood behind Victor, her body slightly bent, leaning against him unconsciously, quietly sticking to his back.

Her soft skin pressed against Victor's shoulder, and the touch of fine sand passed from his shoulder to his heart.

Her hair swayed, and she looked at the contents of Victor's book, and asked curiously:

"What are you reading?"

Feeling Gwen's breath so close, Victor closed his eyes, but this would only make the fragrance around him "attack" his consciousness more violently.

The hand holding the book began to tremble slightly.

"It's just a simple and ordinary magic book."

When Victor reached the fourth level, his composure had already improved significantly.

[Self-suggestion] This kind of spell, he rarely used it anymore,

And now, he suddenly had an urge to pick it up and use it again.

Vega on the table trembled, his feathers trembled, he turned his head and laughed secretly.

He seemed to like seeing Victor so frustrated, and was extremely excited.

It was not until Gwen took the initiative to leave Victor's shoulder that Vega barely stopped laughing.

Hmm... I don't understand.

For the knight, this magic book is still too advanced.

Gwen turned around and sat on the soft bed, leisurely put one slender leg on the other leg, tilted her head, and looked at Victor intently.

Victor was reading the book, and Gwen just looked at Victor, the atmosphere was a little stiff for a while.

It seemed that he realized that if he didn't do something, he might spend the night like this.

Victor put down the book in his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, looked at Gwen, and felt a little troubled.

"...Why don't you rest yet?"

"Wait for you."

Gwen looked at Victor, gently raised one leg, leisurely placed it on the bed, slightly bent,

Holding her legs with both hands, stroking back and forth, as if treating her beloved doll.

At the same time, she gently leaned on the soft legs and said slowly:

"Last time, you didn't rest well."

Last time?

Is it the time in the hotel at Mount Vesuvius?

Victor clearly remembered that they had only stayed overnight in the same room twice.

Once in the town under the volcano, and once tonight.

That time, he gave the only bed to Gwen, and he sat quietly for a night while reading the magic book.

With the blessing of magic, Victor's mental strength was enough to support him for several days of restless sleep.

But Gwen didn't expect that she kept this matter in mind.

Looking at her like this, it seems that she has always been worried about not letting herself rest well that time.

After all, Gwen, now in a state of instinctive control, will vent out everything without reservation, and will not hide it in her heart at all.

Victor sighed deeply and put down the book in his hand.

The book gradually broke in his hand, turned into pieces of black fragments, and finally dissipated into ashes, like the last petal falling in autumn.

It was broken by the cold wind and gradually disappeared.

Victor stood up and walked towards Gwen. But she raised her head slightly.

Victor's figure was reflected in her pupils.

Watching him getting closer and closer to her.

Finally, it was close at hand.

Gwen could even see Victor's chest when she looked up.

And smelled the breath coming from him.

Victor said:

"Okay, let's go to bed."

After speaking, Gwen turned over and got into the bed, posing a waiting posture.

Coming back to her senses, she looked at Victor who was still standing beside her.

So she stretched out her hands, opened the quilt, and patted the bed beside her.

She signaled Victor to sleep next to her.

But just when she raised her eyes and looked at Victor.

A strange luster with pink and purple mixed flashed in Victor's eyes.

[First-level magic: hypnosis]

[Evaluate the target's resistance, target resistance < magic strength, immunity failed. ]

[Hypnosis successful]

Gwen suddenly felt a bottom-up fatigue attacking her heart, and the hand that was patting the bedside lost strength instantly.

Her head tilted down slightly, and her body fell to one side.

The next second, she fell asleep.

One of her cheeks was buried in the soft pillow, and the pink smudge on her cheeks was like a ripe apple, exuding an alluring breath.

And Victor just looked at her quietly, expressionless.

Senior mages always have the means to be invincible.

He looked at Gwen and whispered.

"How can I continue my actions if you don't fall asleep?"Then, after making sure that Gwen would never wake up, Victor stretched out his fingers and gently drew a line on her back.

[First-level magic: Cutting Hand]

His forearm instantly glowed with bright blue light, transforming into a magical halo.

With a gentle wave, a straight line was drawn from the head to the tail of Gwen's bathrobe.

The bathrobe was cut along the straight line, revealing the fair skin on Gwen's back.

With a flick of his fingers to both sides, the bathrobe opened wider, almost revealing the entire back.

Even the peaks on the edge could be vaguely seen.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath:

"Excuse me."

Victor stretched out his fingers again, like a pianist playing a piece of music, and drew all the way down from the top of her spine.

It stopped until the tailbone.

The next second, Gwen's back seemed to crack, and a golden light emerged from the crack.

Vega flapped his wings and flew over, standing on Victor's shoulder.

Looking down, the bird made a sound of "tsk tsk".

"It's amazing."

It opened its beak and looked at Gwen's back, full of admiration:

A golden scale pattern was embedded on her back like a brand.

"The recognition of the goddess of justice."

"Sure enough, the goddess of justice has already regarded her as a human body?"