Chapter 102 The Witch Flower in Bloom, the Second Princess’ Visit!
Lamia lay limply on Deya's soft bed.

Her delicate face was covered with sweat, her fair face was flushed, and her beautiful eyes, as dark as black gemstones, were a little blurry.

A few strands of black hair cling to her delicate cheeks playfully.

Deya gently peeled off the strands of hair, revealing the girl's quiet and cold beautiful face in front of him.

The witch was a little uncomfortable with Deya's overly gentle movements.

Her two fair hands tightly grasped the sheets, her head slightly turned away, not daring to look at Deya.

Lamia felt as if she was floating in the clouds, and she seemed to have lost all her strength.

Deya's hands seemed to have magical power, making her feel dazed.

"Are you so nervous?"

Deya looked at the witch lady's tense body and said with amusement.

"I thought you were the rough type."

Lamia pursed her moist red lips and spoke in a slightly dazed voice.

"Do you like to be more reckless?"

"No, be gentle."

Lamia shook her head gently, her long hair swaying like a dandelion, covering half of her face.

Lamia has always felt that Deya is an extremely strong person, even one who can be described as self-centered.

He always wants to be in control of everything and can be described as absolutely overbearing.

She is actually an insecure person.

The life of the young Duke's daughter fell into absolute darkness after it was shattered by the Witch Cult.

Although she survived several years of misery without breaking down, thanks to her will for revenge and her unyielding emotion that did not want to die.

Such life experience gave her a strong will and a spirit of never giving up.

But only Lamia herself knows that she is actually just a seventeen-year-old girl, and all her strength is just to protect the softest part of her heart deep down.

And after living with the man in front of her for such a period of time, the witch was surprised to find that she felt safe next to him. He brought her the sense of security that she needed most.

Sometimes love is just like this.

Some people will just feel bored after spending a long time together.

Some people, when they spend a long time together, will develop emotions and thoughts between men and women in their hearts.

Sometimes, when a woman likes a man, it only takes a moment, and some shining point of him pierces her heart.

then,

This advantage was unconsciously magnified, and in her eyes, any behavior of that man made her heart beat fast.

When she came to her senses from her trance, she had already decided that she fell in love with this man.

Especially when a person is lonely and helpless and in urgent need of care from others, the person who appears at the right time will always be a comfort to his heart.

Moreover,

This man is indeed good enough.

Lamia looked dazed. Her fair hands gently stroked Deya's cheek. She subconsciously straightened her waist and let Deya's dexterous hands untie her abstinent black dress that looked like a nun's uniform.

More and more fair and tender skin was exposed to the air. The white and black long skirt formed a sharp contrast, adding a touch of bright color to the room.

Deya looked down at the witch in front of him with a condescending attitude.

Lamia was a little shy, so she grabbed a pillow from the side and covered her face with it.

The scene in front of her was plunged into darkness, and this ostrich-like behavior also made her nervous body stop trembling and calm down.

Deya slowly picked up one of the witch's delicate jade feet and asked her to tighten her slender legs.

Her feet are as white and tender as snow, and her arch is curved like a crescent moon.

Faint blue veins appear on the back of the foot, and the pink and shiny skin is like the most precious jade, making people want to find out more.

Noticing Deya's actions, Lamia became uneasy again, and her toes curled up subconsciously, trying to pull them back.

Although I tried using my feet last time, I was half forced by Deya.

This time she took the initiative voluntarily, and inexplicably felt even more embarrassed than before.

But within that shyness, there is also a hint of expectation.

The witch kicked hard a few times, but found that she was no match for Deya in strength. She seemed to have given up, and her whole body became soft like a deflated balloon.

"Stop teasing me, I can't stand it..."

Lamia's breathing was rapid, she didn't know how she could say such a thing.

With her personality, she would never whisper such subtle words.

But the witch found that she could not control her body or her thoughts at all.

Under Deya's skillful fingers, she felt that she had completely lost the ability to think.

This guy is indeed experienced!

However, Lamia did not show any anger or surprise.

As the son of an earl, and a powerful earl with fiefdoms, in addition to his family conditions, Deya's strong personality and handsome appearance made it easy for him to attract aristocratic women.

It's normal that he has rich experience.

If Deya knew what Lamia was thinking, he would definitely cry out for injustice.

In the past, 'Deya' had always been weak in character and did not know how to use his own strengths.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been fooled by Princess Teresa.

All of Deya’s experiences come from his previous life. He couldn’t be said to be rich in his previous life, but he was doing well.

If he didn't have the ability and courage, how could he have dared to cause all kinds of trouble as soon as he traveled through time?

This is the confidence that a once successful person should have, even narcissism.

suddenly,

Deya grabbed the 'ostrich' pillow that Lamia had used to block her face.

The witch panicked for a moment and tried to take the pillow back.

But Deya threw the pillow far away in front of her.

Looking at the pillow flying away, Lamia pursed her lips.

Without the obstruction and nothing to deceive herself, this time Lamia's courage was aroused.

Being able to crawl out of hell without going crazy in an environment like that of the Witch Cult.

No matter how soft the witch is deep down inside, her appearance is like a rose with thorns, and she will never give up easily.

In this desperate situation, Lamia had no worries and became bolder.

Her slender limbs wrapped around him like an octopus, and her rosy lips kissed Deya.

Because she used too much force, both Deya and she felt pain.

At the beginning, the witch's movements were very clumsy, but driven by instinct, the clumsiness turned into initiative and into surging passion.

The veil was hanging down, and the light was like a thread that blurred people's eyes, and the two figures gradually overlapped.

……

A corner of the Susaytani Royal Palace, a dilapidated but clean wooden house.

Sally, leaning on a cane in her left hand, walked slowly to the small stove and sat down.

Her left arm skillfully cooked the porridge in the pot, and soon a bowl of steaming coarse rice came out of the pot.

Every month the royal family would send someone to bring her some oats and other food, so that she could barely fill her stomach and not starve to death.

The reason why the royal family did not assign someone to cook for her every day was that they did not want the servants to have too much contact with the cursed princess, which would bring shame to the royal family. If it was only once a month, it would be barely acceptable.

Sally has only one hand, and it is not easy for her to make pasta by herself, so what she eats most often is something like oatmeal, which can be swallowed with just a little water to fill her stomach.

The food was rather coarse due to the lack of spices.

But Sally has gotten used to it. For her, living is already extremely difficult, and she shouldn't expect anything better.

But now, she found that she seemed to have desires and demands of her own.

"The day of the stars changing has ended."

After finishing the meal, she washed the dishes with difficulty using one hand.

Sally walked out of the cabin with a cane. She looked up at the clear sky. Today's sky was no longer covered with stars like it had been some time ago.

The day of the stars changing has ended.

This is a very important thing for Celeste.

Because Lord Deya had told her that when the day of the stars changing was over, he would come to see her and take her to his home.

"Master Deya should have completed the promotion... No, Master Deya must have completed the promotion. The Son of God in that world's memories really looks like Master Deya."

Sally whispered softly.

The movie-like scene that appeared in the sky some time ago was also a rare entertainment for Sally.

She had never been to the World Remembrance and didn't know what it was like.

She herself is not a professional, but she has a strong curiosity about the world recorded in the book.

'The Day the Stars Changed' satisfied her curiosity and allowed her to see the true appearance of the world's memories.

The Son of God of the Dark Moon Church in the World Memories, Celeste felt that he was very similar to Lord Deya.

If it were anyone else, it would probably be hard to recognize.

But although Celeste had not spent a long time with Deya, she remembered every one of Deya's behaviors and tiny details.

The Son of God in that world's memories, he has many habits that are the same as Lord Deya.

Moreover,

She had secretly overheard the guards talking about the ceremony in the royal cemetery in the palace before, which was said to have come from the Dark Moon Goddess.

The ceremony was arranged by Sallyst herself, so she suspected that Lord Deya believed in the Dark Moon Goddess.

But Sally didn't care about that.

The Goddess of Dawn and the Goddess of Dark Moon are meaningless to her.

If believing in the Dark Moon Goddess could bring her closer to Lord Deya, she would also be willing to become a devout believer of the Dark Moon Goddess.

Thinking of Lord Deya, Sally felt itchy and she could hardly sit still.

If a person is permanently sunk in despair, she may still be able to hold on.

But when she sees even a glimmer of hope in this despair, everything she insists on in her heart may collapse.

Sally felt that she couldn't wait here.

She should take the initiative to meet Lord Deya.

"I hope Lord Deya doesn't dislike my uninvited visit."

She gritted her teeth lightly, prepared to be rejected.

She opened the folded wheelchair with difficulty with one hand, and changed into the clothes that Deya had prepared for her. The clothes were not bright but were made of fine fabric.

She sprayed perfume to cover up her decayed smell and wore a top hat to hide her ugly face.

Sally left a corner of the palace quietly.

She was now very glad that no one was paying attention to her, otherwise it would be very troublesome to leave the palace.

Without any hesitation, Sally turned her wheelchair towards the direction of Deya Villa.

Deya had told her the address.

During the time when the stars changed, Sally had already found the location of Deya's residence on the map.

And in her mind, she simulated countless times how she would get there.

Under the strange looks of some passers-by, Sally came to a villa in the third district of Abrana.

When she got here, she became a little hesitant.

Is it really okay for me to come here uninvited? Will it make Lord Deya angry?

Also, is this where Lord Deya lives? I wouldn’t have come to the wrong place, right?

She came to the iron gate in front of the villa with the fantasy that Deya would warmly welcome her into the house, or with the conflicting feelings that Lord Deya was not at home and she could breathe a sigh of relief and leave here.

The maid who was working in the garden saw her and came over to ask, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Sally hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Is this Lord Deya's residence?"

"Master Deya lives here. Do you have an invitation?"

The maid looked warily at the woman in the wheelchair in front of her, treating her as an ugly duckling who wanted to become a swan.

But even if she is an ugly duckling, she shouldn't be so ugly. How could Lord Deya be interested in such a disabled woman!

Visits between nobles would always be announced in advance, and people like this who come uninvited have no idea of ​​etiquette at all.

Only then did Sally remember that she seemed not to have told the host family in advance.

This is what the etiquette book said, but she had never visited anyone before and had forgotten this etiquette.

Just as Sally was hesitating whether to leave first, a familiar voice came: "Huh? Isn't this Lady Sally?"

Camille, a half-elf dressed in a proper human costume, happened to come to the garden and was surprised to see Celeste.

The maid greeted him.

Camille now holds a position similar to that of Deya’s butler.

Camille doesn't know what a butler should do, but he is trying hard to learn.

"Mr. Camille."

When Celeste saw Camille, a familiar face, her eyes lit up and she shouted happily.

Camille thought quickly, it seemed that Lord Deya valued this disabled princess very much.
Thinking of this, he made a decision immediately and asked the maid to open the door.

The half-elf came up behind Sallysit, helped push her wheelchair, and said, "Lady Sallysit, why didn't you tell me you were coming here? If no one is home, it would be a wasted trip."

Celeste lowered her head and said, "I forgot my etiquette. I'm so sorry... Mr. Camille, you don't have to call me 'Sir'. Just call me by my name."

Camille quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, it is Lord Deya's right to call you by your name. I dare not overstep my authority."

His words made Celeste feel happy.

It turns out that being called by name is also a unique title.

Walking into the living room of the villa, Celeste refused Camille's help, got off the wheelchair with difficulty and sat on the sofa.

She asked cautiously, "Lord Deya...should be at home, right?"

Camille nodded: “Lord Deya is in the room. He seems to be busy with something and has not come out for a while.

If you are worried, Master Sally, I will go and call you."

Sallysit quickly shook her head: "It is better not to disturb Lord Deya, I will just wait here."

Seeing this, Camille said nothing.

He also didn't want to disturb Lord Deya. Lord Deya hated being disturbed the most when he was doing research.

However, Sally didn't expect that she would wait from noon to evening.

(End of this chapter)