Unexpectedly fast, but a welcome surprise!

After showering in their rooms, Rosana soon greeted Mel in the entrance and naturally took her hand.

Mel shuddered at the contact, but even more at the confrontation afterwards!

"Hey hey. Rosana!"

"...you seem unexpectedly excited."

A flicker of tenderness crossed Rosana's teasing gaze, locked onto Mel's puffy cheeks.

"Mhm." Mel lent out her chest of drawers, still draped in the nun's uniform.

"I never saw you this irritated before."

Then, Mel raised a brow. "And perhaps a little... excited too, seeing a person."

"No."

A flat denial, yet Rosana's lips had a slight quiver.

"It's merely an annoying rat." Rosana's ruby eyes sharpened. "One that didn't even know how to draw distance."

"Or are you embarrassed that we're flirting so much openly, hm?"

"That I would deny."

Mel's tease softened Rosana's expression. "Do be aware I'm never ashamed when it comes to possessions I want, Mel."

"Hehe..."

Mel fidgeted with bubbly happiness.

"So then. How are we going to find that... rat?" Mel narrowed her eyes. "I can tell he's someone important to you, strong as well, if it irritated you."

"Good observation."

Rosana stopped and scanned the path, her nose straining to detect any trace.

Not a speck of dust marred the delicate, stone pavement.

Each inch of grass stretched on the yards that stretched on both sides.

As if no one ever stepped on them.

And Mel only peeked at the panel, enjoying Rosana's beautiful face through the translucent screen.

[ Rizzler's Distance: 34m ]

Hm. Now, the Father seemed more aware of dodging Rosana further.

"So," Mel probed. "Planning to do a blind search?"

Searching for Rosana's father was easy, but it was necessary for Rosana to encounter her straight-up.

With more pressure from her daughter, the monitor on Maria would also loosen!

Her partner might treat it as unnecessary, but at least Mel would give it any convenience she could.

"Not exactly."

Rosana's voice cut off her thought, tugging her chin in a contemplative silence.

"It's difficult to pry open his stubbornness, but..."

Hearing no others nearby, Rosana parted her lips with a loosened throat.

Mel froze at what followed.

"My old man should play a fair game, willing to be a pitiful prey."

The pink-haired girl tugged a strand into her nun drape, hurriedly peeking at the panel.

[ Rizzler's Distance: 34m ]

Unchanged? The open provocation-

"Don't mind me."

Rosana smiled through her closed eyes. "It's an issue of challenge. On the Pride of the North's established rule, he will have no choice but to comply."

The Daughter knew the Father well; he sure knew his daughter already spotted a trace of him.

A noble who prides himself on manners and discipline won't easily ignore Rosana's open provocation.

As the Heiress rejoiced at how her Father must be shaking in his boots, Mel quickly figured out the weird logic behind Rosana.

"Mm-mm."

So she nodded, her mind still a little hazed at Rosana's daring, out-of-character act.

Then, realising something, Mel immediately covered her lips. "Oh! Then, the one that followed us was from the North? A spy, perhaps?"

"..."

Rosana tilted her head, frowning with an innocent curiosity.

"You seem too belatedly surprised."

"Nope! Not at all!"

Mel waved her hands loosely before her chest.

"As a villager girl, I hardly know about the Far North, but you did mention they're strong drake-hunters yesterday."

"Hm? Ah."

The Heiress's chuckle echoed through the silence.

"Drake-hunters were but a bunch of uncultured Knights."

Her words were harsh, unmatched by the somber grin on her face, the edge of her lips fallen with an unspoken burden.

She raised her voice. "We did have some... misunderstanding, but they, too, are my Dukedom's people. Naturally, they should be strong enough not to be a burden."

Then, a stern stability returned to her tone.

"But the Rat we're about to face?" Rosana's lips curled back up, teasingly.

"Annoyingly strong. In a sense, even I will pay my reluctant respect by playing a little..."

Cupping Mel's chin, Rosana's thumb pressed firmly for a signal.

"...dirtier."

Then, without a word, Rosana leaned in.

"Mm!"

The Heiress's fingers curled up as she pulled Mel's head forward, readying for a kiss.

Though the fingers served as a barrier, blocking their lips apart by mere inches.

"Stay still."

The moment lingered with Rosana's hot breath, as Mel's lips parted to enjoy the rosy scent.

Rosana's hair briefly caressed Mel's face, tickling Mel's sensitive skin.

As Rosana parted, the panel showed an interesting phenomenon that dampened the heat on Mel's cheek.

[ Rizzler's Distance: 67m ]

[ Rizzler's Distance: 59m ]

[ Rizzler's Distance: 78m ]

[ Rizzler's Distance: 35m ]

The Father sure was panicking, his sanity bordered on 'accepting Rosana's challenge' and 'escaping immediately to respect Rosana's privacy.'

Yet despite the success, Mel's eyes hollowed out with a faint disappointment.

She touched her lips, the tender breath still lingering unforgotten, so close yet so far.

So carrying this sentiment, Mel's toes jumped a little-

And plunged into Rosana's embrace.

"Mel?"

As Mel nuzzled into Rosana's chest, Rosana only let slip her concern.

The kiss was sudden, but Rosana thought Mel was the type to be celebrating rather than rejecting the tease.

Yet Mel's arms folded further into hers, the Heiress couldn't help but cast a doubt at her foolish-

"Rosana... this won't do..."

All of it, however, dissipated as Mel's gaze met hers.

The golden eyes she prized as a jewel reflected with a mischievous, yet submissive glimmer.

She later realised it was tears, tipping as if in 'shame'.

An act.

Rosana's lips then curled up, worry blooming into a doting, dominant love for her most cherished 'possession'.

"Rosana... Rosana..." Mel rubbed her cheek against the soft, larger-than-life chest.

"Dote on me more..."

And soon, Rosana complemented her act by pulling them apart.

Her thumb settled again at Mel's chin, all tenderness from before replaced by a sheer, undisguised need.

Mel squirmed, relishing how much Rosana liked her 'performance'.

"Then you should please me more, my prey."

She switched back. She-

Mel's thought boomed by the walls of her mind, enclosed under Rosana's glare.

And she gagged; Rosana's thumb suddenly intruded, tapping against her tongue.

"You're welcome to say it." Rosana breathed out. "That you'll obey me without any shame."

"O-okay..." Mel whispered, her voice muffled by the thumb. "I love you, Rosana...."

Rosana paused at Mel's words, each dripping with a deadly honey that sank her rationality.

Her other hand's fingers danced, imagining Mel's bouncy thighs under her care.

The Elf, after all, made an impression that was hard to forget.

[ Greed almost completely folded under your act! ]

[ Greed favourability: 61% -> 67% ]

Nearing the 70 mark! Mel truly, utterly celebrated in her heart.

Giggling, Mel drew away while squirming against herself, motion silly yet full of happiness.

"Heh heh..." Mel breathed out. "I got complimented by Rosana.... heh heh..."

The blush now bloomed across Mel's ears, her thighs clasped together without shame in her swaying.

Rosana admired Mel's act; the shamelessness oozing out could practically make the old man faint.

She glanced at the yard again.

Grass still stood straightened without shame, yet faint traces of soil kicked up at the green blades.

As if in a panic of running away.

Perfect. Rosana's arm then curled around Mel's waist.

"Come on." Rosana nodded. "Shall we head to the classroom like this, my prey?"

"Sure! Ah..."

Mel then whispered again into Rosana's ear.

"I had an idea how to please you, though, Miss Rosana..."

'I had an idea how to anger our stalker further, Rosana.'

Translating in her mind, the Heiress squeezed Mel's waist for an affirmation.

Mel moaned, but not before winking a little.

This Operation was the best! Multi-tasking, at its finest!

Mel's steps grew much more hoppier with joy by then.

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"..."

"..."

"...so."

Samantha's brow raised, the classroom growing ever quieter as the teacher faced the two late students at the entrance.

One was still adorned with the usual, blood-red dress. Expected of the rebellious Heiress.

The other, however...

"We had only one abandoned church. And its post for voluntary cleaning remains unoccupied."

She sighed at Mel, now adorned with a strange, black nun-uniform.

"Care to explain?"

Mel, though, only prepared her waist straight.

The speech she rehearsed soon slipped out, brimming with the cheerfulness one would expect from a toddler.

"I'm rebelling, Miss Samantha!"

"..."

While Rosana held back a chuckle, Samantha only frowned deeper and deeper.

[ Gluttony was tired of your ridiculous trolling! ]

[ Gluttony favourability: 12 -> 8 ]

[ Rizzler's Distance: 23m ]

Oops. No no no, let's focus more on Rosana first.

As Mel and Rosana stepped into the room, passing by the shell-shocked Samantha-

"Wait."

Blinking, Mel soon turned to Samantha with a faint smile. "What's wrong, teacher?"

Samantha only held her chin, her contemplation sparking a new kind of tension.

She scanned the classroom, her students confused, while some carried even a hint of amusement.

A certain light-blue head glared straight at the couple, but Samantha ignored her for now.

Then, she spotted a very, very faint trace.

The former war veteran searched her memory before closing in on Rosana.

"Heiress."

She called her by the title, not her name.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Her eyes remained flat, yet she pretended calm by burrowing her clenched fist into her coat's pocket.

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