In reality, the current situation had somewhat deviated from Anselm's original plan.
He hadn't initially intended to engage in this sort of...flirtatious little game with Sitana, which felt like children playing house. However, before he realized it, the words had already slipped out.
Nevertheless, it was nothing serious; occasionally enjoying this kind of look appearing on Sitana could be quite amusing.
"Then, you may ask the first question," Anselm displayed his gentlemanly demeanor, "Feel free to ask anything."
Sitana remained silent for a moment, then asked with great vigilance, "Were those two bastards sent by you?"
"No," Anselm replied without hesitation, "You haven't discerned their true identities yet?"
"...How am I supposed to guess that? Who would reveal their identity to strangers like thieves and robbers?" Sitana expressed her displeasure, clutching her chest as she still feels unwell, weak in her limbs, barely able to move, and occasionally experiencing sharp pains, though she can still manage to speak.
"In the end, they spouted something about 'revolutionaries' and 'the old world'... Sounded like some cult talk."
Anselm looked at her with a hint of amusement, "At this point, you still don't know who they are?"
"'To liberate the empire from the tyranny of noble blood and Feastflame.'"
He gently stroked Sitana's soft short hair, speaking in a sarcastic tone that she cannot yet comprehend at this moment:
"They are from the Revolutionary, [The New World]."
"The Revolutionary..."
Sitana was stunned, she strained to lift her sore neck to meet Anselm's gaze, even forgetting her discomfort and shyness: "You're saying they are... the Revolutionary?"
"Who else could they be?" Anselm shrugged, "Who else would have the capability, the confidence, and the reason to infiltrate the Scarletfrost family's manor?"
"Right..." Sitana murmured to herself, "They also hate the nobility, that makes sense, but... the Revolutionary, is this really what they're like?!"
Having heard of them before and having developed a favorable impression due to their methods, Sitana's gaze gradually turned cold: "How dare they even call the nobility disgusting?"
Sitana's many troubles throughout her life had largely stemmed from her extremely immature binary thinking. This was precisely why Anselm's taming had been extremely smooth.
Anselm merely smiles without comment; he has no obligation to explain anything about the Revolutionary, nor does he intend to correct Sitana's way of thinking at this moment.
The young girl sighed, the intense sense of disillusionment leaving her tired and sad. Sitana had always subconsciously gravitated towards those with the courage to stand up against the revolting nobility, but she never expected that the leading Revolutionary... would be so disappointing.
"Alright, don't you want to verify if I'm telling the truth?" Anselm asked earnestly.
"No, it's not necessary," Sitana's eyes shifted, "I trust that you Hydra wouldn't lie. How about this: you won't check me, and I won't check you. Deal?"
"That's no fun," the serpent teasingly remarked to Miss Young Wolf, "I'm going to sleep then."
"Grr!"
Sitana's throat emitted a strange, pained murmur as she bites her teeth, reluctantly pressing her ear against Anselm's chest.
Thump--
The heartbeat was steady and strong, but for a moment, Sitana didn't focus on it.
Hy... Hydra is actually this robust? And it's... hot... Why is it so hot?
Sitana rarely saw Anselm in just a single layer of clothing, but she did have some impression of his physique. The young man's body was more muscular than she had imagined, with distinct muscle ridges, yet not excessively so. Both the size and the lines are quite aesthetically pleasing, maintaining a perfect balance without appearing bulky.
And now, as she pressed against Anselm's chest, Sitana discovered that the chest's slightly elevated part she saw was even broader and more robust than she had envisioned. Despite the shirt between them, the heat was unmistakably transmitted to her face.
"Hiss..."
Miss Young Wolf's breathing inexplicably quickened slightly; she had forgotten when she was last held in a man's embrace. Since her father was injured and bedridden, she had not experienced this tranquil sense of inclusion and comfort, as if cut off from all the dangers and worries of the world.
"Sitana," Anselm's voice also grows a bit hoarse, "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
"Ah!"
The girl let out a sharp, brief groan. Her sore and weak hands, which she couldn't control, had miraculously lifted and pushed against Anselm's chest. However, as soon as she had completed the action, she felt a pain so intense that she wanted to roll around on the bed.
Anselm watched as the Miss Young Wolf huddled under the blanket, revealing only a small part of her face, gasping with pain. The wild desires that had surged within him due to Sitana's being close had slightly diminished.
"Are there bugs in my embrace?" He couldn't help but laugh, gently wrapping his arm around Sitana's waist and pulling her closer.
"... You...Don't... can we keep our distance, please... Hydra?"
Sitana gasped for air while weakly resisting.
No... no, no, that feeling just now was too strange! No, it's strange now too! I came here to expose Hydra's fake face, why am I lying here naked and being held by him?!
She wriggled like a caterpillar, her smooth and tender skin brushing against Anselm's body several times, the soft and elastic sensation was so delightful that it was hard to resist, even for Anselm.
"Sitana... if you keep moving like that," Anselm warned, "I can't guarantee what I might do next."
"....."
Already tired and in pain, Sitana immediately settled down, stiffly leaning against Anselm's embrace.
...So hot, is Hydra a stove? Why is it so hot!
Cautiously curled up in Anselm's embrace, Sitana's back pressed against his chest, the intense body heat seeped through the thin shirt, scorching her skin. The naked little lamb couldn't help but tremble slightly, as an emotion she couldn't comprehend, something she had never experienced before, surged incessantly with the heat.
Anselm placed his hand on Sitana's soft abdomen, feeling the tight elasticity of her abdominal muscles beneath her tender skin. He took a deep breath, his emotions gradually calming down: "Now, it's my turn."
"..." Sitana's body trembled, but she remained silent.
She didn't know what Anselm would ask; if he asked why she had come here in the middle of the night, how should she respond?
"Sitana," Anselm asked with a smile, "What do you have in your pocket?"
The girl paused for two seconds, then shrank her neck, her voice barely audible due to guilt and embarrassment: "Image projection crystal... maybe, maybe not, I don't know."
"Mm..."
Anselm mused thoughtfully: "I see... Let me first listen to your heartbeat."
"Hey! You--"
Without giving the girl any chance to resist, Anselm pinched her tender armpit, gently lifting Sitana up, and pressed his ear against the girl's chest, which was tightly bound by a chest wrap.
As Anselm leaned in, a clear and rich scent of frankincense lightly wafted into his nose—a unique, delicate fragrance of a young girl. After spending days in a room filled with fragrant incense, this combined aroma became even more sweet and alluring.
"... Sitana, you're lying," Anselm's lips curled slightly.
"I'm not!" Sitana tried to lift her hand and place it on Anselm's head, using all her strength to push him away, but her soft and weak hands on Anselm's face instead felt like gentle caresses.
"Who, who told you do this, anyone's heart would race like this!"
"I wouldn't."
"You're not human!"
Anselm felt a lingering attachment to that captivating touch. In fact, when he was pressed against Sitana's chest, he didn't have any enchanting or romantic thoughts.
The young Hydra had spent countless nights sleeping while hugging his female companions, but none of them gave him the same feeling as Sitana.
--A carefree and joyful ease, gentle and serene, free from any extraneous emotions.
"Alright, your turn."
Compared to Sitana, who was lost in thought against his chest, Anselm appeared more restrained and proper, not lingering on her chest for too long.
With a flushed face, Sitana covered her chest and tried her best to make her glare at Anselm look fierce: "You... just you wait... after I ask this... I'm definitely going to ask a question you can't answer."
Anselm merely smiled and watched her without speaking.
"......Huff." Sitana exhaled, her powerless body unable to even rub her cheeks. She tried to rid her mind of the chaotic thoughts and continued to stare at Anselm, "Since they aren't your people? Then why do you know I'm here? You must have been watching me all along, right!"
"Because your sister told me about your unusual behavior."
Anselm sighed, "She's very worried about you, Sitana. Do you really think she didn't notice you sneaking out in the middle of the night?"
M... MALENA!!!
Sitana's heart screamed internally; if it weren't for her sister, how would she have ended up in this situation!
...No, it would be even more troublesome without Malena. Yeah, yeah, yeah... It's all Hydra's fault!
But no matter how tumultuous her emotions were, no matter how angry and helpless she felt, Sitana had to perform the "verification" again after receiving the answer.
This time, she took deep breaths repeatedly, completely calming her emotions, and with utmost composure, calmness, and emptiness, she pressed her ear against him.
And then... she heard footsteps coming from outside.
"!!!"
Sitana was so startled that she almost clung to Anselm entirely. In this situation, if Anselm were discovered, it wouldn't matter much, but if she were seen... then everything would be ruined!
"Very scared?" Anselm, with his arm around Sitana's waist, whispered with a chuckle.
"You... you definitely wouldn't be scared!"
The girl huddled in Anselm's embrace lowered her voice, her tone filled with great indignation: "It's my reputation that's going to be ruined, not yours!"
"I'm telling you, if it really happens..."
In the darkness, she bared her gleaming sharp teeth: "I'll take Malena and leave tomorrow! Ten years... no, five years... no, three years! In three years, I'll make you pay! Unless you kill me right now!"
Anselm looked down at Miss Young Wolf's angry expression, gently chuckled, and rubbed her head: "I won't let that happen."
"......Really?" Sitana looked up at him with suspicion, her raised face making her look charming and cute, without any of her usual insolence and ferocious, "That's not what you said earlier."
"It was just a tactic to scare you into playing the game with me."
Anselm couldn't help but laugh out loud, lowering his head to meet Sitana's gaze.
"Sitana, do you really think I would let anyone other than myself see you like this?"
Upon hearing this, the girl paused for a few seconds, then used all her strength to swing her now weak and powerless fist, striking Anselm's chest.
"Get lost and die! You don't think I... I'd fall for this crap, do you! It's so disgusting! How dare you make being a pervert sound like something nice! I'll kill you! I’ll beat you into an idiot!"
Already somewhat incoherent, Sitana even forgot to control her volume as she shouted, her little wolf fists barely managing a few swings before she started panting heavily with "huh-ha, huh-ha" breaths.
Anselm raised an eyebrow, suddenly stood up, and pulled Sitana out of the blanket.
The girl, who could barely kick her legs and flail her arms for a moment, immediately felt a surge of panic: "Hydra, what the hell are you doing! You, you said you wouldn't let anyone see me like this!"
"You said you won't fall for my tricks," Anselm said innocently amidst the increasingly approaching footsteps, "Since you won't, I guess I have no choice but to let it be."
Sitana wanted nothing more than to bite Anselm to death, but with the situation becoming direr, how could she care about that? She clung to Anselm like a koala, not knowing where she found the strength, with her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, as if she wanted to shrink into his body: "I'll fall for it... I'll fall for it, okay! Hydra, you... don't do this! Let me hide!"
BANG!
Two heavily armored guards, sturdy and imposing, crashed through the door: "Which scumbag dares to intrude the Scarletfrost Manor, I'll make you, you..."
"This book is quite interesting... Hmm? What's wrong, you two?"
By the moonlight-bathed window, a handsome golden-haired young man sat in a soft chair, flipping through a book with one hand, while a very large wolf fur coat, like a blanket, draped over him.
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