Chapter 180: Peaceful Days
She was gone…
Gone without a backward glance, disappearing into the curtain of rain…
Lena, drenched, returned to her room, and Angel handed her a warm towel, helping her out of her wet dress. “Don’t catch a cold, Mines wouldn’t want to see you like this.”
“You’re right.”
Lena blinked, shaking the raindrops from her eyelashes.
“But the gift has been given, and she’s gone, I have no regrets…”
“Good,” Angel smiled sweetly, her radiant smile dispelling Lena’s gloom. “I baked some cookies, and there’s warm milk, do you want some afternoon tea?”
“Who else is coming?”
“Ka Ka, Ling Ling… and my sister.”
“Vanessa.”
Lena tapped her chin thoughtfully.
“It’s all thanks to you, my sister told me everything,” Angel hugged Lena’s arm. “If it weren’t for you, my sister wouldn’t have forgiven me so quickly, and she wouldn’t have come to my concert.”
“So you finally appreciate my efforts~”
Lena preened, her lips pouting playfully.
“Kiss.”
Angel’s cheeks flushed crimson. “I can’t help it, but only this once.”
“As if I’m taking advantage of you, you’re my wife, I can kiss you whenever I want.” Lena pulled Angel closer, her hand caressing Angel’s bottom.
If she wanted to, she could take Angel right here, right now.
“Hmph, who wants your dirty mouth on me, I’m going to play with Ling Ling…”
Angel blushed and ran away.
Lena didn’t chase after her, simply smiling, returning to her study.
By the time she finished with the family business, it was already evening.
Night fell quickly.
The cold air whipped outside, the end of the rainy season bringing a drop in temperature.
“Light the fire.”
Lena loved the fireplace, a winter essential, the crackling sound of burning wood, the warmth of family gathered around it, a cozy feeling.
“It’s so quiet now, after all that busyness.”
Used to a packed schedule, Angel now felt a little lost.
Playing with Ling Ling, chatting with Ka Ka, the days passed quickly.
And as time went by, her grades were improving.
Agnes’s assessment had been accurate; Angel’s talent was truly remarkable. In just two days, with Lena’s “help,” Angel had reached rank three.
Lena had never seen anyone level up so quickly.
Even with her magic power as support, Angel’s own efforts were undeniable.
Geniuses were called geniuses because of their talent and hard work, giving them an advantage in certain areas.
But people often attributed success solely to talent, their jealousy blinding them to the most important factor… hard work.
Lena looked at Angel.
Her beauty like a blossoming peach flower, her demeanor graceful and elegant.
She had matured, no longer the playful girl Lena had teased…
“I learned a few new holy spells, do you want to see?”
Angel, noticing Lena’s gaze, her hand glowing with pure, white light.
A bane of the undead, the thing Necromancers feared the most.
“No, thank you…”
Lena said, slightly apprehensive.
She suddenly felt a sense of foreboding, as if one day, Angel would be the one dominating her, using holy light as a threat.
How terrifying…
“When is the Saintess election?”
“Once every ten years, after all the candidates have matured.”
“Oh…” Lena thought for a moment. “So, what year is it now?”
“The fourth year,” Angel replied quickly. “The strongest candidates have already reached rank five, they’re very powerful.”
She had heard this from Bishop Anthony, a reliable source.
Lena’s expression remained unchanged. “But the Saintess is chosen by the bishops’ votes, right? The one with the most votes wins, so besides strength, popularity also matters.”
In this aspect, Angel had a clear advantage.
The empire’s most popular idol, she was surely a strong contender, after all, the Saintess’s role was to spread the church’s teachings and faith.
And Angel’s popularity made her a natural choice.
“Six more years, there’s no rush.”
Angel wasn’t worried, her confidence evident.
“I’ll defeat my rivals, I won’t disappoint you, I won’t shame the Falmouths!”
“It seems my worries are unnecessary…”
Lena smiled, relieved to see Angel’s determination.
As expected of her wife, once she became the Saintess, the Falmouths would have another powerful ally against the empire.
The Falmouths’ prosperity was her greatest desire.
And now, Lena was no longer concerned about fate, she wanted to see what this “Snow,” the hero, was capable of…
…
After dinner, Angel carefully washed the dishes, their surfaces gleaming, the perfect little wife taking care of every detail.
“Molly said she’s coming over tonight.”
“Understood, my blood is in the study drawer, the key is under the vase, let her take it herself.”
“Okay.” Lena, unable to resist Angel’s cuteness, wanted to kiss her.
“What are you doing… hey, stop it…”
Soft moans echoed from the kitchen as Lena nuzzled against Angel’s legs, her stockings tearing.
“Stop it, you’re ruining my stockings.”
Angel protested, forgetting about the pot of porridge simmering on the stove.
By the time she smelled the burning, it was too late.
“It’s burnt! Idiot!”
She stamped her foot, her voice strained.
“My porridge… waaaah…!”
“It’s fine, I’m eating warm porridge right now, delicious.”
Lena stood up, smacking her lips.
Angel playfully punched her, but Lena caught her hand, pulling her into a hug.
“Meanie…” she muttered. “The pot is burnt, I have to scrub it…”
“I’ll help you, how can I let your delicate hands do such dirty work?”
“At least you have a conscience,” Angel said, rolling her eyes. “Hmph, I’ll reward you later.”
“Should I say thank you?”
Lena didn’t expose her, her heart filled with warmth.
This life was wonderful, enjoying her wife’s service every day, morning kisses, and a good night’s sleep.
She wished it could last forever.
“Let’s go, back to the room,” Angel said impatiently, pulling Lena’s sleeve.
“Hmm~”
Lena washed the pot slowly, turning a mundane chore into a seductive performance.
She wasn’t in a hurry, but someone was.
“Hurry up, I’ll wash the dishes…”
Angel was eager for some “serious business,” a priority for her now.
Her stocking-clad legs rubbed against Lena’s, her body like a courting peacock, her soft moans expressing her desire.
“Mmm… please…”
