Elisa had already begun writing a personal letter to tell those far away in the Holy City that she would stay here for a few more days. After all, she wouldn't be this free once she returned.
"..."
So.
Where was that man?
When she opened her eyes in the morning, the space beside her was empty.
"The brother? He... left early this morning."
She ran into the maid lady.
"Where did he go?"
"Your Highness, I'm not very sure about that either. Perhaps back to the dormitory where he stays? Or maybe out to buy things."
"..."
Elisa stared at the maid's face for several seconds. She thought the maid's manners were good and she was decent-looking. It wouldn't be much different to have her as a maid in the Holy City, right?
She'd deal with that later.
She was a bit thirsty, so she intended to use her keen succubus sense of smell to find him personally. While searching, she'd buy some tomato juice to drink.
Flores City was nowhere near as large as the Holy City.
But she still didn't see Silas.
Was he that worried about being discovered?
Elisa smoothed the wrinkles in her skirt. Was her status as a fallen Princess still too high for him?
"..."
She turned back and went to the dormitory where Silas lived.
She heard that because the original groom's quarters were full, a temporary private room had been arranged for Silas.
It was basically a storage room.
A bare wooden board covered with straw. A broken low table with an oil lamp hanging above it. The air was stagnant with the smell of dust and fodder.
Elisa felt it was worse than the cave she had lived in while wandering.
That Count... really needs to be reprimanded.
So, where was the person?
Elisa began to feel anxious. Could she have scared him off by being too proactive? Did he choose to run away?
"..."
She sat in the room for a while. She found nothing.
Not a single useful thing left behind by Silas.
If he truly had no impression of her at all... it would be natural for him to be cautious because of her status.
How could she make him let down his guard and easily take him back to the Holy City? Exercising dictatorial power was simple, but that wasn't what Elisa wanted.
"..."
Her gaze turned to the clothes on the hay.
They were tattered and worn. At the very bottom, they even covered some underwear that looked like it might be discarded.
The fluffy hay had become a bit messy because Silas had slept on it. There was a lot of dust in the room too.
Slap.
Elisa patted her own face.
Isn't it just a matter of making him obsessed with her again? Simple.
The woman she was today was no longer someone who knew nothing. A virtuous wife and mother... she could play that role too.
She straightened the straw bundle by bundle. As for the dust, she went to the maid lady to borrow a rag.
"..."
After a laborious cleanup, the storage room looked much better. Elisa then went out to buy breakfast.
Mmh.
She should definitely wash his clothes. If she went out to buy expensive ones, it might deepen the gap between them even more.
How many years had it been since she last washed clothes by hand?
It seemed that besides washing her own gowns while wandering, she had only been forced to wash Silas's clothes and underwear.
"Hah... what is this?"
"..."
Elisa saw holes torn in the sides of the underwear. She held back; she wouldn't spend money yet. She'd sew them.
Step.
Perhaps because she was too focused, Elisa didn't notice immediately when Silas returned.
"Elisa, what... what are you doing with my underwear?"
"...S-sewing them. Here, and here—aren't they full of holes?"
However, the Princess was only flustered for a moment and answered immediately.
It was better for her to be seen doing this.
How about it?
Are you starting to think I'm not stuck-up and that I'm very suitable to be a wife?
"I was planning to throw those away and buy new ones."
Silas scanned the storage room. He could tell it had been tidied up.
"W-well, how was I supposed to know!"
"...Thanks."
"Eh? It's... it's no big deal... I often sew clothes myself. Mmh, don't look at me like I'm royalty; I'm marginalized, so I usually have nothing to do."
"..."
For Silas.
Everything had become clear.
The Princess before him was also real. Her doing these things to try and catch his attention was perfectly normal.
"Right, I went out just now and bought food while I was at it."
"..."
He saw Elisa point to the food covered on the low table. It was already a bit cold.
"Where did you go?"
"..."
"Ah, it's not important. I wanted to say... you're not worried about my status, are you? I'm very destitute; my family doesn't care about me. Mmh... but being a groom might indeed be problematic, so after this, you can just be a knight."
One could see that the Princess was very happy because their relationship had progressed so rapidly.
"W-why do you keep looking at me? Is there straw on my face?"
Perhaps because he stared too long, Elisa unconsciously touched her face.
"No, I just suddenly thought Elisa is very cute."
"...Of course, I am royalty after all!"
Clearly, Elisa was shy. Her cheeks were a bit red, and her white-silk-clad feet swung unconsciously.
"..."
The breakfast she bought was real, with meat-filled buns. Logically, they should taste good.
But Silas had no appetite.
There were two reasons.
First, he had already eaten a breakfast at the convent that left him more than full.
Second, his current mood was very complex.
Whatever!
Forget eating!
"W-what are you doing? Suddenly..."
"Because I like Elisa too much, I couldn't help myself."
"!"
"..."
Silas remembered a famous saying.
Between the sexes, sex is the root of all problems.
Creak, creak.
The wooden board, merely covered in straw, swayed and groaned wildly.
Soon, Elisa's clean dress was covered in straw bits, but she didn't care at all, just gritting her teeth and enduring to avoid making a sound.
Actually, her actions were full of flaws.
It was simply that Silas didn't think for a moment that a trashy game would influence reality in this way.
When he went to the convent at dawn, he hadn't planned for anything major to happen. He just wanted to peep, see the nun, realize she was a nun with no relation to him in reality, and clear out those absurd thoughts.
Who the fuck knew he'd see the Arch-Nun using a statue rod to masturbate while murmuring his name?
"Elisa."
"...Mmh?"
Elisa, whose warm cavity was still sucking like a mouth, opened her eyes in a daze. She could feel the waves of warm current surging inside. Her belly felt warm.
"I have to go to the convent this afternoon."
"The convent? You don't have to care that much... I will protect you. The Church can't do anything to you."
"I should go anyway."
"Mmh... then, are you finished? Or... hah-ugh!"
The Princess before him, panting heavily with a bit of saliva on the corner of her mouth, was of course cute. Just like in the game.
But putting aside most issues, there was one very important thing.
When exactly did he quit the game?
On his wedding night.
"So hard..."
"..."
Silas planned to speak. No matter where it started, he'd just say it.
"Ejaculating inside will make me pregnant."
But Elisa spoke first. Her tone was cautious and nervous.
"Mmh."
"..."
Getting an answer, she seemed to become extremely happy. She looked away shyly, but her hand pulled Silas's hand to her chest, pressing it down.
"...Here, feel me more. I'll... ngh... feel good."
"..."
Silas used his "X-Ray Master" ability.
[Character: Lisia Yuri Elisa]
[Intel: Press against her cervix, lick her navel, blow into her ear, suck and fiddle with her breasts, show her your lust or whisper sweet nothings. All will make her waver and lose her will to resist you.]
He couldn't say it now.
How could he? He went to the convent yesterday and gained a black-silk-wearing nun as a primary wife?
His conscience hurt a little.
This trashy game—as the realism got stronger and stronger, Silas really didn't know whether to curse it or say it was amazing.