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37.37% Reborn As Papa Silva / Chapter 37: She's Crazy!

Chapitre 37: She's Crazy!

Amara Silva: Former matriarch of House Silva, mother to Acier and Aurelia Silva, and maternal grandmother to Nozel, Nebra, Solid, Noelle, Kirsch, and Mimosa. As the oldest living member of the Silva main line, she should have held a position of revered status, her influence undeniable throughout the Silva estate. Even without formal power, she ought to have commanded a faction strong enough to curb some of Sebastian's abusive whims and the torment he inflicted on her granddaughter.

Yet, here he was, nine days after his transmigration, only now seeing her.

The reason was simple—Amara Silva hadn't lived in the Silva estate for a long time. After her husband's death, when Sebastian fully assumed his role as lord and looked to consolidate his control, Amara had become an eyesore. She was a hindrance to his ambitions, a reminder of the family's heritage that Sebastian had no interest in preserving.

So he made her life a quiet, persistent misery: meals served that ignored her dietary needs, incense and flowers in her quarters replaced with scents that aggravated her sensitivities. When Acier wasn't around, he would lash out at Amara. When Amara wasn't around, he would vent his anger even harder on Acier and her children, just to make a point.

She and her husband had married late, their daughters born in their early forties. Already feeling the strain of age, Amara couldn't bear the daily stress Sebastian imposed on her. But she wouldn't leave Acier and her children alone with the monster that was Sebastian Silva.

Acier eventually saw what this was doing to her mother. One night, she entered Sebastian's chambers—no one knew what was said, only that when she left, she approached Amara and urged her to go live with Aurelia for a time. Amara reluctantly agreed, promising she'd only be gone for a month.

Soon after she moved to House Vermillion, word reached her through secret channels: Sebastian was now neglecting his wife and children entirely. The message was clear: As long as you stay away from House Silva, I'll leave your daughter and grandchildren in peace. But come back, and things will return to how they were.

And so Amara had lived the rest of her life in the Vermillion estate, never daring even a visit, only seeing Acier and her grandchildren when they made the journey themselves.

But now, after over a decade, Amara Silva has returned to the Silva Estate. She could hold back no longer.

"Mother?" Amara sneered at Sebastian, her voice rough and edged with contempt. "When did I ever give you the right to call me that?"

Amara Silva's hatred for Sebastian ran deep.

Sebastian's cold expression twisted into a smirk. "You didn't. But I also don't recall giving you the right to call me by my first name. That's Lord Silva to you."

Amara let out a rasping chuckle, as if she'd just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. "And where does an outsider mutt like you get off calling yourself the lord of House Silva?"

Acier, Nozel, Dorothy, Nebra, and Solid all frowned heavily at the exchange.

Sebastian scratched his chin, giving her a flat look. "Forgotten already, Amara? You were from a branch family too."

Amara snorted. "At least I was born with the Silva name."

There were differences, even among the branch families. Amara's was close to the main line, whereas Sebastian's was a branch of a branch family.

Sebastian shot her a nasty grin. "Just goes to show how impressive I am. Becoming Lord Silva without even being born a Silva."

Amara chuckled again, eyes roving over his attire with disdain. "Someone who doesn't even wear the Silva traditional garb isn't fit to be a member of our house, let alone its patriarch!"

Sebastian felt a smile tug at his lips and replied with sarcastic cheer. "Really?" He gave a dramatic spin, pretending to survey his outfit. "I thought the Silva uniform was outdated. This looks much more regal, don't you think?"

Aurelia snorted at her brother-in-law. "You look like a spoiled brat whose valet let him play dress-up."

Sebastian smiled sweetly at her. "And yet, it appears they made the right call, because the noble ladies seem to love it."

"Hmph!" Aurelia scoffed, unable to argue that point.

Amara wasn't about to let him have the last word. Grinding her teeth, she rasped, "So this is all a show? Trying to impress them?"

Sebastian's voice took on a light, teasing edge. "Just one special lady."

The room fell into an awkward silence. Acier, sitting up on her bed, flushed red as a tomato, lowering her head and hiding her face in her hands, fidgeting like a schoolgirl.

Dorothy, Nozel, Nebra, and Solid exchanged awkward glances, clearly wanting to leave.

Amara and Aurelia, meanwhile, wanted to slap some sense into Acier.

Acier, you fool! Amara cursed inwardly. After everything he's put you through, a few sweet words are all it takes to turn you into a lovesick girl again?

This wasn't the first time she'd thought about hiring House Francois to peek into her daughter's mind and figure out why she remained so infatuated with Sebastian, despite the torment and trauma he'd caused her. Once, she'd even secretly hired a curse specialist to check if Sebastian had cast some spell on Acier, but they'd found nothing.

Their conclusion? Acier just genuinely seemed obsessed with Sebastian Silva.

Amara sighed, refocusing on her granddaughter sitting in her lap. She was just about to turn the page of the storybook she'd been reading to Noelle when the baby perked up, her attention suddenly drawn elsewhere.

Noelle had just noticed her brother and father entering the room. She let out a delighted giggle, reaching out her tiny arms.

Aurelia and Amara exchanged warm smiles, thinking Noelle was excited to see Nozel.

"Baboo," Noelle squealed, eyes fixed on Sebastian.

The smiles on Aurelia and Amara's faces stiffened, while Nozel let out a resigned sigh.

Before either could respond, Sebastian stepped up behind Amara and lifted Noelle from her lap.

Amara snapped her head back, her voice breaking into a furious, raspy screech. "Give me my granddaughter back, you—"

She stopped short, her jaw dropping as she and Aurelia watched, dumbfounded, while Sebastian gently cradled Noelle. He held her outward, with her back resting comfortably against his chest, his arm steadying her across her tiny legs. Noelle snuggled happily into her father's arms, letting out little joyful sounds.

Relishing their stares, Sebastian threw a smug look Aurelia's way. "If you ever need a babysitter, I'm always available."

Aurelia shot him an icy glare and pulled her baby tighter in her lap. "As if!"

Mimosa squirmed at the tight hold, her brow furrowing slightly.

After a moment, Sebastian met Amara's bewildered gaze, grinning. "Well, Mother," he said, dragging out the word for effect. "Mind telling me what exactly you're doing in my house?"

Amara bit her lip, her hand clenching as she chose her words. She glanced at Dorothy and softened her tone. "I wanted to meet my new granddaughter…to see what kind of person she is."

Dorothy gave Amara an awkward smile, and Amara's gaze then shifted, darkening as it landed back on Sebastian. "You didn't force a marriage on Nozel, did you?"

"Mother!" Acier interrupted sharply, frowning. "How many times do I have to repeat myself? Nozel is—"

"I'm willing," Nozel cut in, his steady voice drawing all attention to him.

Without another word, Nozel stepped around the bed and stood behind Dorothy, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Very willing."

Dorothy blushed a deep red. Acier had stars in her eyes, while Nebra and Solid looked away, embarrassed.

Amara and Aurelia exchanged a perplexed glance before looking back at Sebastian. Ignoring the giggling Noelle in his arms, they felt a churn in their stomachs at his smug grin—though if they took a closer inspection, they would've noticed that it was more forced than smug.

This damn thief never learns, Sebastian thought bitterly.

Nozel felt an inexplicable tremor in his legs.

Sebastian's grin faded slightly, but his voice remained firm. "Well, you've met her now. You can be on your way."

Amara ground her teeth. "It's not just that, Lord Silva…" She spat out the title with such venom that many in the room cringed.

Pausing to catch her breath, she continued, "My daughter is on her deathbed. Naturally, she can't come to see me, so no matter what you do, I'm here to see her!"

Sebastian nodded, repeating himself with the same irritating smile. "Well, you've met her now, so you can get going."

Amara's brow twitched as she took a heavy breath to control herself. "Shouldn't you be the one going?"

"Oh?" Sebastian raised a brow in mock amusement. "And why would you say that?"

"What do you mean, why would she say that?!" Aurelia interjected, sneering as she shot him a dirty glare. "You've never cared about your family before. Just say whatever you came to say and get lost!" She narrowed her eyes. "I'm sure your precious paperwork and House Silva await your attention."

Sebastian ignored Aurelia's hostility, studying her and Amara for a moment before turning to Dorothy.

"Dorothy?"

"Yeah, Dad?" Dorothy perked up instantly.

Amara and Aurelia visibly flinched at her, addressing him as "Dad."

Sebastian smiled gently. "Could you put that chair away and take a big step back for a moment?"

Dorothy raised a brow, hesitant. "...Okay?" She stood, snapped her fingers, and the chair vanished in a swirl of purple and pink.

What kind of magic is that? Amara and Aurelia murmured, surprised.

Dorothy then took a big step back from Acier's bedside, and Nozel, meeting his father's look, did the same.

All eyes snapped to Sebastian as a tentacle of water sprouted from his back. Amara and Aurelia tensed, ready to summon their grimoires but holding back as they watched the tentacle shoot across the room, wrap itself around a Victoria couch, and gently lift it. The tentacle set the couch down by Acier's bedside, closest to the window where Dorothy had been seated.

Sebastian wordlessly walked around and took a seat on the couch's left end, with Noelle in his lap, right beside Acier. He shot a look over his shoulder; Dorothy and Nozel exchanged subtly amused glances before they walked over and sat beside him, Dorothy on his right, Nozel on her right.

With a broad grin, Sebastian glanced at Amara and Aurelia across from him on the other side of the bed. "No, I think my family is more important. Paperwork can wait. Whatever you came here for can happen in my presence."

Amara bit her lip, her patience wearing thin. "You'll go that far just to spite me."

Sebastian's hand rested lightly on Noelle's head as he replied, "Alright, Mother, let's get one thing straight. Spending time with my family isn't 'going far' at all."

After a pause, he looked around the room. "Whether you accept it or not, I am your daughter's husband and your grandchildren's father. It's normal for me to spend time with them."

"Wow!" Aurelia replied with a sarcastic smile. "Only took you sixteen years to figure that out."

Sebastian mirrored her expression. "Better late than never."

Aurelia's eyes closed, her smile sharpening. "Would you like a pat on the back? Maybe a few words of praise?"

Sebastian's tone turned just as mocking. "That would be nice of you. I hear you're a pretty good cook—maybe you should make me a sandwich?"

Aurelia's forehead vein throbbed as she shot Acier a strained look.

Acier giggled softly, glancing over at Sebastian.

He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully for a moment, then turned his attention back to Amara and Aurelia.

With a heavy sigh, Sebastian dropped his smug expression and spoke calmly, with no hint of mockery in his tone this time.

"You two seem like you have something to say or ask. Get on with it already. If I can, I'll answer."

Amara and Aurelia exchanged a glance, and after a moment, Amara spoke up, sounding tired.

"When will my daughter…" Her gaze lingered on Acier before turning back to Sebastian, "...be healed?"

Acier, Dorothy, and Nozel visibly tensed.

Sebastian's grimoire appeared beside him, and the room was quickly encased in his barrier spell. Noelle's eyes widened in delight at the ocean-blue glow illuminating the room, her soft giggle doing little to break the thick tension.

Nebra and Solid exchanged a somber look before Nebra tentatively stepped forward, her hands fidgeting as she looked at Acier.

"So…Mother, is it really true?" Nebra couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice. "You're getting better?!"

Acier offered her daughter a strained smile. "Nebra, why would you say that—"

"Sister, we're not idiots!" Aurelia snorted, drawing everyone's attention as she played with Mimosa's cheeks. The baby, however, didn't look amused.

"You might look sick, but otherwise, you behave perfectly healthy. You're not even trying to act sick, like slurring your speech or trembling!"

Amara, Solid, and Nebra nodded in agreement, causing Acier to chuckle hollowly. "...Surprise?"

Acier received an unimpressed look from Aurelia, who then turned to Sebastian.

"About nine days ago, you had me take these two with me to House Vermillion, supposedly to visit their grandmother. Do you really think we're stupid enough to believe that weak excuse?"

Sebastian returned her glare with indifference, and Aurelia pointed accusingly at Nozel.

"And you, young man! I expected more from you, keeping such an important thing away from your aunt and grandmother!" The way Nozel flinched when Amara spoke confirmed her suspicions.

Watching his son bear the brunt, Sebastian cleared his throat and spoke up on his behalf. "I ordered him to keep quiet."

Of course you did! Aurelia huffed, then turned back to Sebastian. "And where exactly do you get off hiding such an important thing from us?"

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "First of all, let's get one thing straight. As Acier's husband, I'm far closer to her than either of you. I have every right to do so."

Before Aurelia could rebuke him, he sneered. "And maybe I wouldn't have felt the need to if you two weren't such blabbermouths!"

Aurelia and Amara bristled, and Aurelia protested. "We're no such thing!"

"Oh, really?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow dramatically. "Then remind me, who was it that blabbed about her sister's pregnancy with Nozel to her mother after she confided in her?" He sneered at Aurelia, who stiffened, before shifting his gaze to Amara.

"And who was it that couldn't keep her mouth shut, turning the news into the biggest scandal in House Silva's history in nearly three decades?" Amara lowered her head, unable to respond. Back then, she'd been half-crazed with worry over her daughter's secret affair and half-excited about becoming a grandmother. In the heat of the moment, she'd shared the news at a noblewomen's tea party, not realizing how fast it would spread.

Naturally, the gossiping ladies couldn't keep quiet, and within minutes, nearly all the nobility knew. The scandal that ensued was massive, as noble custom held that boys weren't considered "men" until twenty-one, despite the kingdom's legal adulthood age of fourteen.

House Silva, being a traditional royal family, clung to this outdated view. It would've been one thing if Sebastian and Acier had been engaged, but for an unmarried couple, rumors were scandalous. Hurtful rumors circulated that Acier had taken advantage of Sebastian.

(Which Sebastian kept as a secret he would take to his grave, since it was actually the truth). 

(Though not entirely non-consensual). 

To save face, Sebastian and Acier were swiftly engaged and married just days before Acier gave birth. Though Sebastian was actually a few days older than Acier, he wasn't yet twenty-one, so he was considered the "child" in the situation, adding more fuel to the fire. Despite Acier's forgiveness, the guilt still lingered, knowing how much misery and discomfort she endured during what should have been joyous milestones.

"Sebastian…" Acier murmured, glancing aside. Her eyes widened as she realized his anger was genuine, not merely an act, as he relieved those unpleasant memories.

A warm feeling blossomed in her chest as she placed her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Sebastian looked at his wife, reading the silent message in her gaze. Just drop it, please.

Sebastian let out a heavy sigh before looking back at Amara and Aurelia, speaking indifferently, "Well, does that answer your question?"

Aurelia bit her lip, glancing at Solid and Nebra before responding. "And why were they not informed? This has to do with their mother, after all." She added, "And they don't have any reputation as talkers."

Sebastian crossed his arms, still indifferent. "They're children. It's normal for kids their age to want to boast and tell the world that their mother is getting better."

"And what's wrong with that—ack!" Amara coughed mid-sentence, before taking a glass of water from Solid.

After a sip, she handed it back and fixed Sebastian with a glare. "It's a joyous occasion that should be celebrated!"

Sebastian looked at her as if she were missing the obvious. "It seems Father kept you quite sheltered from the politics and power struggles of our House, Mother."

Amara raised a brow in irritation, about to demand an explanation, but a soft sigh from Aurelia drew her attention.

Aurelia gave her mother a knowing look and spoke with begrudging acknowledgment. "What Brother means is that there are many people who would sabotage Sister's recovery if they knew. Some may do so out of ill will toward her, others to weaken House Silva's power and influence."

Amara's eyes widened in realization, while Nebra and Solid looked thoughtful. After a pause, Amara turned to Sebastian, asking hesitantly, "Are you the one treating my daughter?"

Sebastian gave a half-nod. "Not entirely…" He looked to Dorothy on his right and patted her head. "Dorothy here is doing much of the work."

Dorothy blushed slightly, and Sebastian added, "Don't ask how; we won't be telling you." Silently, he apologized to the Agrippa and Faust families.

Amara and Aurelia exchanged glances before bowing their heads. "Thank you… both of you…"

"No need." Sebastian cut them off coldly, making them stiffen. "As I've said, Acier is my wife, and Dorothy's mother. It's only natural to help her."

Dorothy nodded in agreement, earning a fond glance from Nozel, Acier, Nebra, and Solid.

After an awkward moment, Aurelia cleared her throat. "What exactly was my sister sick with? Was it truly from giving birth?" She glanced awkwardly at Noelle.

Acier and Nozel tensed; the curse prevented them from speaking the truth. But Sebastian was quick on his feet.

"Disseminated tuberculosis."

Everyone blinked, unfamiliar with the term.

Sebastian closed his eyes and explained patiently. "A potentially fatal disease that occurs when harmful bacteria spread through the bloodstream. Without proper knowledge and treatment, it can cause someone to waste away rapidly."

They all blinked again, absorbing his words, while Sebastian looked at Acier.

"As for how she got it, I'm not too sure. My best guess is that she overexerted herself doing things she shouldn't have shortly after giving birth, when her immune system was still weak."

Though Sebastian was improvising, Acier lowered her head, feeling genuinely chastised.

"...Okay…?" Amara nodded uncertainly. "You still haven't answered my first question. When will Acier be fully healed?"

Sebastian closed his eyes, contemplating his answer. "If all goes as planned, she should be cured by the end of the month." Though she'll still bear Megicula's mark, he thought grimly.

"Thank goodness." Amara let out a sigh of relief. 

"Now get out."

Amara and Aurelia stared incredulously at Sebastian, who pointed toward the door as his barrier spell over it parted, creating an exit. They exchanged confused looks, but their surprise turned to curiosity as Sebastian handed Noelle to Dorothy, who, along with Nozel, started toward the door.

With his hand on the doorknob, Nozel turned to Amara, Aurelia, Nebra, and Solid, and spoke coolly, "It's time for Father to see to Mother's treatment. He needs peace and quiet to focus."

"Oh!" They blinked in realization, feeling a bit sheepish, before following them out, Nebra and Solid helped their grandmother to the door. Once they exited, the barrier resealed over it, and Sebastian slumped back into his sofa, looking exhausted.

Good thing I transmigrated before getting married in my past life—dealing with in-laws is exhausting! he thought, letting out a sigh.

Sebastian began to take off his coat and roll up his sleeves, while Acier watched him fondly. As she lay down on the bed, ready for her treatment, his gaze softened, and his grimoire began flipping its pages.

Hovering his hands over Acier, Sebastian cast his spell. "Water Recovery Magic: Blessed Bath of Heavenly Healing!"

Once again, Acier was encased in a cocoon of water that didn't soak her but instead emitted a soft blue light, its energy flowing through her, cleansing and strengthening her from within. She let out a murmur of delight, feeling the magic's comforting warmth, which seemed to grow stronger with each session. She was tempted to close her eyes and drift off, but something on her mind kept her awake.

"Sebby?" she called softly.

"Hmm?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Acier mulled over her words for a moment. "Do you have any other… 'schemes' to run with Alfred or on your own soon?"

Sebastian nearly paused mid-spell, furrowing his brow as he thought carefully. "Not that I can think of," he replied honestly. "Why?"

"That's too bad." Acier smiled softly. "I know I said you don't have to explain anything, and I trust you. But…I kind of wanted to get involved in what you're doing."

Sebastian's expression softened. "When the next one comes up, if possible, I'll try to include you."

Acier chuckled.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, continuing his spell. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," Acier replied with a shake of her head. "I just thought you'd make an excuse, like I'm too sick, too weak right now, or that I should focus on getting better."

Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. "That's not an excuse; it's the truth. But if you truly want to be involved, it's not my place to stop you." He smiled slightly. "After how patient and understanding you've been with me, it's only fair."

Acier's eyes widened, then softened into a warm smile. Just as she was about to close her eyes, Sebastian's voice called her name.

"Acier?"

"Hmm?" She opened her eyes, seeing him gazing at her with a hesitant expression.

"What is it, Sebby?" Acier asked with a soft chuckle.

Sebastian cleared his throat, a light cough escaping as he bit his lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"That depends on what it is." Acier's smile grew playful, her gaze teasing.

While maintaining his spell with one hand, he scratched his cheek with the other, cautiously voicing his question. "Have you… finished thinking about what you wanted to talk to me about? I've tried to be patient, but I can't hold back my curiosity much longer."

"No." Acier shook her head lightly.

"Oh." Sebastian let out a stiff chuckle, nodding awkwardly. "Looks like you need more time to think it over—"

"No," Acier interrupted with a grin.

Sebastian struggled to maintain focus on his spell, his concentration teetering. "No… what?"

Acier chuckled, her eyes gleaming. "I know exactly what I'm going to say, but as we agreed, I won't tell you until I'm fully healed."

"Oh." An awkward silence settled between them as he processed her words. After an hour, he took a deep breath, his voice faintly hopeful. "May I ask… why?"

Acier nodded, closing her eyes with a broad smile. "Because what I'm going to say might make you want to run from me—and I can't have that, can I?"

Sebastian blinked, bewildered. W-what exactly is she planning to say?!

Acier's smile only widened, her eyes still closed. But as Sebastian watched, her smile took on a disturbingly intense edge. His hairs stood on end as a chill prickled down his spine. In his gut, he felt certain that if he lifted her eyelids, he'd find a disturbingly wild look in her eyes.

Before he could speak, Acier opened her mouth, her usual honeyed tone carrying words that felt anything but sweet.

"So, when I'm better… and stronger than you again," she began, her voice soft yet laced with a menacing undertone, "even if you try to run, I'll make sure you can't leave. I'll make sure you never leave my side. I'll chain you and keep you with me until the day I die."

Sebastian's instinct to flee kicked in as Acier's face flushed with a dangerous blush, her gaze dark and intense. He could have sworn cold mist escaped her mouth as she continued, each word binding him like a possession.

"You are mine, Sebastian Theodorous Silva! You always have been, and you always will be!" Her voice was fierce and possessive, her eyes glinting with an eerie fervor.

Sebastian's spell faded just as he finished casting, his neck prickling with cold sweat. He nodded hastily. "Y-yeah. Yeah."

A flood of memories from his shared past with Acier surged through his mind. In front of others, she was gentle, reserved, and had a touch of tsundere charm. But when they were alone, especially in the bedroom, she sometimes flipped a switch, showing a side that bordered on the extreme—an intensity that could rival even the fiercest of yanderes.

After a moment, Sebastian took a few steps back from the bed as the barrier across the room vanished. Reaching for the doorknob, he was almost free when Acier gave him a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"Sebby?"

He stiffened, turning to face her with a strained expression. "Yes, Acier?"

"Where are you going?" Acier began sitting up in her bed, her eyes fixed on him.

In his current state, he couldn't think of a convincing lie, so he opted for the truth. "Today's my first session studying trap magic under Zara. I need to meet him in my private study in a few minutes."

"Oh?" Acier raised an eyebrow, assessing him closely. After a moment, she nodded, seemingly satisfied by his response.

"Have fun!" she said, her voice suddenly cheerful, her face softening back to her usual demeanor.

Sebastian felt as though he'd been granted a heavenly pardon and gave her a grateful nod before reaching for the door.

"Oh yeah, one more thing, Sebby!"

He froze, closing the door, and turned back around to see that dangerous glint had returned in her eyes. He gulped and nodded, bracing himself.

"We're husband and wife, right, Sebby?" Acier asked, her smile somehow both affectionate and unsettling.

Sebastian nodded weakly. The way you're acting right now makes me wish we weren't! he wanted to scream but wisely kept quiet.

"Well…" Acier began to twirl a strand of her hair, her cheeks tinted with a mix of adorableness and something more unnerving. "Shouldn't husband and wife sleep together in the same bed?"

"Huh?" Sebastian gawked, his mind racing. Isn't this moving a bit fast?! Trying to defuse the situation, he replied, "Um, Acier, you're still recovering. I don't think that's appropriate. Besides, what if your, uh, 'condition' is contagious? You wouldn't want me to catch anything—"

"Sebby." Acier cut him off, her eyes narrowing. "Have fun at your lesson," she repeated.

"O-okay?" He wanted to dash out of there, but he sensed she wasn't quite finished.

Acier playfully scratched her chin, her tone softening but her gaze piercing. "I expect to see you back here by 11 at the latest. I'll be waiting."

Before he could respond, she continued, her smile widening into something almost chilling. "If you're not… I'll come find you. Even if it means walking out on my own and letting everyone know that I'm back on my feet again!"

"Understand?" she asked, her voice laced with finality.

Sebastian nodded desperately.

Acier's smile softened, pleased. "Good! See you tonight, Sebby!" She waved gently.

Sebastian didn't waste a second, dashing out of the room as fast as he could.


Chapitre 38: What Will Happen Will Happen

"Father, where are we going?" Solid glanced up at Sebastian as they walked side by side through the halls of the Silva Estate.

The boy's unease was evident—and understandable, considering what had happened just moments ago.

Solid, along with Nebra, Noelle, Mimosa, Amara, and Aurelia, had been waiting quietly in the second-floor living area while Sebastian tended to Acier. They'd passed the time in restless patience, the tension in the air almost tangible.

Nozel and Dorothy had left earlier with Hilda, their engagement ceremony looming and preparations running on borrowed time. Jeeves and Alfred had followed shortly after, though not without first seeking Amara's blessing to excuse themselves—not that they truly needed permission, but old habits and respect ran deep.

An hour had passed before the door to Acier's room finally swung open. The six of them sat up immediately, only to freeze as Sebastian stormed out.

At first, they panicked, thinking something terrible had happened. But as they watched more closely, they noticed his expression wasn't one of anger—but something much closer to fear.

That only added to their confusion. Fear wasn't an emotion they associated with Sebastian Silva.

"Is Sister alright?" Aurelia had blurted, her voice trembling.

Sebastian, still visibly unsettled, stopped long enough to reassure them. "She's fine. You can go see her anytime."

Relief washed over them, though the mystery of his unease remained unsolved. And Sebastian? He offered no explanation. Instead, he cleared his throat and muttered something about needing to head out.

They thought that was the end of it—until Sebastian turned to Solid.

"Come with me," he said.

Solid froze. Never in his four years of life had his father asked him to go anywhere, let alone alone with him. Despite the changes in Sebastian's demeanor in recent times, the boy was still deeply intimidated by him.

At his core, Solid was still just a young child, his heart fragile and his resolve weak. No amount of etiquette lessons or strict early education could change that.

Sebastian didn't push, though. He waited. And when Nebra gave Solid an encouraging pat on the back, the boy swallowed his nerves and nodded.

He followed his father down the hall, staying a step behind, his tiny hands fidgeting nervously. After a moment, Solid mustered the courage to speak.

"Where are we going?"

Sebastian glanced down at him, his expression softening. "To my study."

Solid nodded stiffly, not daring to ask further. But his curiosity burned, and after a pause, Sebastian seemed to sense it.

"I recently hired a tutor for our house," Sebastian added after a beat.

Solid's brow furrowed. "What for?"

It was an odd announcement. House Silva already employed a full roster of highly qualified tutors, covering everything from arithmetic and etiquette to politics, history, and household management.

Did Father fire someone? Solid scratched his chin, his thoughts flashing back to his mother's recent questions. She'd been quizzing him on the lessons taught by his tutor on courting women, only to be completely unsatisfied with his answers.

He'd been crushed, hanging his head in shame at her disappointment. But Acier had reassured him gently, her voice warm and steady. This isn't your fault, Solid. It's the tutor's.

Even with her comforting words, the memory stung. He couldn't help but wonder—was this new tutor meant to replace his own? Or was there something more going on?

Solid glanced up at his father again, searching for answers in his calm but guarded expression.

Not knowing what thoughts were swirling in his son's head, Sebastian answered after a moment. "Trap Magic?"

Solid perked up, a hint of bewilderment creeping into his voice. "Why?"

For the past few months, Solid had been diving into the theoretical aspects of magical study, learning about different types of magic—recovery, creation, curse, sealing, barrier, transformation, and traps.

His tutor had dismissed traps outright, labeling them as overly complicated and too taxing to create, and therefore useless in battle. He'd even called them nothing more than party tricks for those with weak mana.

Solid had no reason to doubt his tutor.

As they rounded a corner, Sebastian finally spoke, his tone measured. "Traps are an interesting topic. Even if you never master them—or even use them—just knowing about them could make your life a lot easier down the line."

"How so?" Solid asked after a beat, his voice less hesitant than usual. He wasn't aware he was slowly growing more comfortable talking to Sebastian.

Sebastian smiled softly before answering with a serious tone. "One day, when you join the Magic Knights, you might find yourself on a dungeon capture mission or raiding some hideout. Those places are often riddled with traps. If you can identify and disable them before they activate, it could save you from a pitiful death or a crippling injury. And dungeon vaults? They're usually sealed with magical codes. If you understand traps and runes, you could hack the code, enter the vault, and secure the loot."

Solid nodded thoughtfully, then frowned and scratched his head. How could something like that be useless?

After a moment, he bit his lip and looked up. "Father?"

"Hmm?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

"Why… why did you only ask me to come along?" Solid hesitated, his voice uncertain. "Why not the others?"

Sebastian considered his response carefully. "Trap magic works by absorbing mana from the atmosphere to trigger it." He paused, reflecting inwardly. Though not quite to the extent of the Mana Method. "Our natural attributes make us much more compatible with this form of magic compared to Nozel or Dorothy."

Solid nodded but murmured softly, "What about Elder Sister?" Mist magic, a direct derivative of water—one of the four natural elements—seemed like it would make Nebra a fine candidate. She was older, more advanced in her magical studies, and in Solid's mind, she would benefit far more from this lesson.

He wasn't wrong.

Solid barely reacted as Sebastian suddenly extended a hand toward him. Just as his body tensed, expecting something stern, he froze at the soft pat on his head. It took him a moment to process the gesture, and when he looked up, he gaped at Sebastian in disbelief.

His father's face softened with a gentle smile.

Pausing mid-step, Sebastian spoke quietly. "Right now, yes—this lesson might benefit your sister more. But… I wanted to spend this time with you."

Sebastian sighed, watching as Solid's pupils dilated with a mix of emotions.

Since transmigrating into this world, Sebastian had taken time to bond with his wife and each of his children in unique ways.

Talks with Acier.

Doing Nebra's hair.

Holding Noelle.

Sharing secrets with Dorothy.

Walks with Nozel.

The only one he hadn't shared anything with was Solid.

It's about time I changed that.

After a moment, Sebastian's voice softened even further. "This is just the first session. Just sit in and try to absorb as much as you can. Don't worry if it feels overwhelming—I probably won't be much better. If you don't enjoy it, you can quit. I won't force you. Just… give it a chance, alright?"

Solid hesitated before nodding awkwardly, a strange warmth spreading in his chest. "Mm-hmm."

And so, the two continued walking, the space between them ever so slightly smaller.

As they approached Sebastian's study, the two noticed another pair standing stiffly in front of the door—a father and son, just like them.

Zara and Zora stood side by side, but they were a far cry from their usual peasant attire. Both wore matching blue vests and pants, clean and semi-luxurious, with a few tasteful buckles and white shirts adorned with thin black lines. Zara's hair was combed neatly back, and his facial hair was trimmed to perfection.

It was clear they weren't entirely comfortable in their outfits. Zara and Zora weren't the type to embrace luxury, even though their newfound wealth now allowed it. Their nature was one of practicality and saving every coin.

But Sebastian had made one thing clear: as the royal tutor of House Silva, Zara now represented the family in both actions and appearance. Dressing like a peasant was simply unacceptable. Sebastian wouldn't tolerate rumors of House Silva neglecting its servants or failing to provide them with even basic necessities like proper clothing.

When Sebastian initially offered to pay for their clothes, Zara declined. He was done accepting handouts. Instead, he'd simply asked for a recommendation to a good tailor, and from there, he'd handled it himself.

The pair noticed Sebastian and Solid's arrival and immediately bowed, their movements awkward. "Greetings, Lord Silva—"

"Please," Sebastian interjected, raising a hand to stop them. "As I've said before, I'm not one to care about formalities unless they're absolutely necessary. You only need to bow when we're in front of others. When it's just us, be casual and blunt."

Zara nodded stiffly, relief barely noticeable in his posture. He worked best in a relaxed environment. Forcing him to follow strict etiquette every moment would only slow their progress and make things unnecessarily tedious.

Straightening, Zara gestured to his son. "Would it be alright if Zora attended the lesson? He won't interfere or interrupt—he just wants to stay by my side and listen."

Zora had been glued to his father ever since Zara's near-death experience. Though he treated Sebastian with deep respect as the man who'd saved his father, Zora couldn't shake the fear that leaving Zara alone might mean losing him for good.

In addition, Zora had grown obsessed with magic and self-improvement after the incident. His dream of becoming the "ultimate warrior" consumed him, fueled by a desire to root out corruption in the Magic Knights and across the kingdom.

Sebastian nodded coolly. "Not a problem."

In fact, he welcomed Zora's participation. Good students often elevate others, and if Zora's enthusiasm inspired Solid, the results would come faster.

Sebastian turned to Solid. "I trust it won't be an issue for my son to join as well?"

"Not at all! Not at all!" Zara said quickly, shaking his head and waving off the question.

With a small nod, Sebastian opened the door and gestured for Zara and Zora to enter first. "After you."

Solid blinked in surprise as he watched his father hold the door open for "servants." His mouth opened to protest but froze when he caught the grateful glances the pair threw Sebastian.

His gaze shifted to Zora, who was helping Zara limp inside, the older man leaning heavily on his son's shoulder. Solid's eyes widened imperceptibly.

He turned to his father and noticed a complex emotion flicker in Sebastian's eyes as he watched them. Solid wisely held his tongue.

"Solid?" Sebastian called, still holding the door open.

"Hmm?" Solid raised an eyebrow before noticing his father's gesture toward the entrance. Oh.

Realizing Sebastian was waiting for him, Solid hurriedly entered the study. His father followed a moment later, closing the door gently behind them.

Sebastian glanced at the trio and gestured toward a large wooden table positioned in front of an ornate bookcase. Zara, with Zora's help, made his way to the table and sat on the side facing the bookcase. Zora took his seat beside his father without a word.

Sebastian and Solid moved to the opposite side of the table, pulling out chairs and sitting down unceremoniously.

Zara reached to his side, pulling out a large, worn notebook and setting it on the table. Its frayed edges and scuffed cover bore testament to countless hours of hard study. Clearing his throat with a quiet cough, Zara addressed Sebastian and Solid. Though his words were meant for both, his gaze unconsciously lingered more on Sebastian.

"Trap Magic is a type of magic that allows one to create traps by intricately designing a magic circle. These circles can be placed in the path of a person or object and given specific conditions to activate—like triggering when someone steps within a certain radius."

He paused, gauging their reactions. Seeing no interruptions, he continued, "Traps are typically placed on solid surfaces like floors and walls. However, with enough practice, they can even be drawn in midair."

As if to demonstrate, Zara tapped his right index finger against the table. A gray, runic magic circle with a hexagram pattern shimmered into existence, faintly glowing. He tapped again, and it vanished.

Sebastian and Zora nodded; this was familiar territory for them. Solid, however, perked up, his eyes shining faintly with interest.

Scratching his chin, Zara pressed on, his tone awkward as he tried to stick to the carefully rehearsed lesson plan. He recited formal phrases that didn't quite fit his usual way of speaking. "The more complex a trap, the longer it takes to draw, and the more mana it requires to activate. These drawbacks make traps impractical for spontaneous use and potentially fatal in unplanned battles. This is why many dismiss trap magic as useless."

He raised a finger, his voice gaining conviction. "However, it's precisely because trap magic is so intricate that it holds unique advantages. First, unlike everyday magic arrays that are conjured on the spot, trap magic is meticulously constructed—each line, rune, and geometric detail interconnected. This means that even if the creator disappears, their traps can remain active for years, even centuries. That's why dungeons are so dangerous. Ancient mages riddled them with traps that outlasted their own lifetimes."

Solid unconsciously leaned forward in his seat, his attention fixed on Zara.

Zara raised a second finger. "Second, many mages find themselves at a disadvantage in battle due to elemental mismatches. Take a fire mage and a water mage with equal mana reserves—nine times out of ten, the fire mage will struggle unless they have exceptionally creative spells."

"With traps, however, you can change the rules. You can redirect enemy spells, double or even triple your attack power, force spells to move in irregular paths, paralyze opponents, bind them, imprison them, and much more."

"You can even copy an opponent's spell and use it against them with greater intensity."

Sebastian and Solid's visible interest encouraged Zara, though he tried to hide his relief.

"And that's just in battle. In everyday life, traps have countless uses. You can secure or hide belongings, protect secret bases, design processes to make tasks more efficient, and more."

Sebastian's thoughts drifted momentarily. Could I create a magic tool to forge my signature and an array to do my paperwork for me?

Zara opened his notebook and unfolded a piece of paper tucked inside, spreading it out on the table. It was covered with rough sketches of various magic circles. But Zara flipped the page, revealing a neatly ordered list of runes.

Hoarsely, he said, "Through my studies and self-discovery, I've identified 32 runes. Think of them like letters in an alphabet, each with its own sound and meaning. When you combine them in different ways, you create words—or in this case, instructions—for your spells."

He tapped the list. "Today, we'll focus on understanding these runes: what they mean, how their meanings change when arranged in particular patterns, and, if time permits, creating a preliminary magic circle."

Sebastian and Solid nodded in unison, their expressions serious.

Zara smiled faintly and pointed to the first rune on the list—a symbol that resembled π. "This symbol here is called…"

House Silva Great Hall:

A slow, stately melody filled the vast space of the Silva great hall. On a slightly elevated podium in the corner, three musicians worked in seamless harmony. The first pressed the keys of a harpsichord, its delicate notes resonating brightly. The second drew a bow across the strings of a viol, adding a rich, somber undertone. The third strummed a lute, weaving warmth into the composition. Together, their music flowed elegantly, echoing off the high ceilings and gilded walls.

Standing a short distance away with her back to the musicians was a striking young woman in a maid's uniform. Her long blonde hair gleamed under the light of a crystal chandelier. Her expression remained neutral, her impassive gaze fixed on the unfolding scene.

At the center of the hall, Nozel and Dorothy stepped forward, their hands linked in a formal posture—Nozel's right clasping Dorothy's left. They moved to the rhythm of the song, their steps carefully choreographed to match the 2/4 tempo. Starting with a synchronized step forward on their right feet, they tried to maintain perfect coordination.

Yet, perfection eluded them. Dorothy's left foot lagged slightly behind at times, throwing off their rhythm. Knees bent, toes raised delicately, they turned toward one another, spinning in a practiced twirl before retreating again. Their movements, though rehearsed, carried subtle imperfections—a step out of sync here, a twirl slightly askew there.

Hilda, the head maid, raised her arm abruptly. The music stopped mid-phrase, leaving the pair frozen in their latest motion. Dorothy's forced smile betrayed her unease as Hilda approached with her characteristic coolness.

"Ms. Unsworth," Hilda began, her tone flat but tinged with fatigue as she looked Dorothy over. "You already know what I'm about to say, don't you?"

Dorothy fidgeted under her gaze, offering a nervous smile. "I was off tempo, holding Nozel back, and my turns were too angled... and too casual," she recited, the familiar critique spilling from her lips.

These were the same corrections she'd heard repeatedly since the lessons began. When Jeeves and Hilda had first demonstrated the dance earlier that day, Dorothy had dismissed it as a glorified walk. She now realized her mistake.

Dorothy never knew it was possible to take a step wrong.

It was only now that she fully grasped what Sebastian meant when he described the rigid lives of nobility. This was pure torture.

Hilda gave a curt nod, her voice cool and cutting. "Do not concern yourself with the music. That is the Young Master's role. Your sole responsibility is to follow his lead. A good wife follows her husband from slightly behind—not by his side, and certainly not trying to take the lead."

Dorothy's smile wavered, visibly strained. She nodded stiffly, suppressing the urge to argue.

Nozel frowned, his disapproval evident. "Hilda, aren't you being too harsh on her? This is only the first day."

The maid turned to him, her cold expression unchanged. Her reply was calm but unwavering. "Not at all, Young Master. If anything, I am being far too lenient, solely because she is your partner. Do keep in mind that this is a matter of House Silva's reputation."

Nozel's gaze narrowed, his jaw tightening. Yet, for once, he couldn't find the words to argue back.

The dance Nozel and Dorothy practiced was the Pavane, a slow and stately movement deeply ingrained in noble traditions. It was a piece performed by noble or royal couples at grand celebrations, steeped in symbolism. In this case, it was for their upcoming engagement reception, where all eyes would be on them.

Their performance had to be flawless—not merely to showcase their compatibility but because the Pavane's rigid elegance carried deeper meaning. A perfect execution symbolized a harmonious union destined for joy and love. Any flaw would imply discord, casting doubts on their future marriage and tarnishing the Silva name.

For Dorothy, the stakes were even higher. Unlike Nozel, she was not of noble birth—a fact that would immediately draw attention. Her performance couldn't merely meet expectations; it had to exceed them, silencing any whisper of dissent. If they faltered, it would give envious rivals and detractors the ammunition they needed to attack her standing.

Though few would openly challenge her under House Silva's protection, the scheming nature of nobles ensured subtler, more insidious threats. Dorothy's family, as loving as they were, could shield her from such venom, but not in every waking moment of her life. Babysitting her, and keeping her cloistered for safety wasn't a solution either—what kind of life would that be?

In the future, there would be moments when Dorothy would stand alone. During those times, those harboring grudges or ambitions would strike, seeking to humiliate or force her to abandon her engagement. She had to be unassailable, an image of perfection that left no room for criticism.

Hilda, the head maid, understood this all too well. It was why she was so strict, pushing Dorothy to her limits. Hilda bore no personal grudge against her—quite the opposite. Although only knowing her for a few days, she had grown fond of Dorothy, recognizing that her feelings for Nozel were genuine, untangled from ambition for wealth or status.

Precisely because of this, Hilda was determined to see Dorothy succeed, even if it meant Dorothy would resent her for the harshness. No one else deserves to stand beside Nozel. Hilda would ensure Dorothy became flawless, no matter the cost.

Nozel's eyes flicked toward Dorothy. Her subtle tremble did not escape his notice, and something inside him twisted. Shooting Hilda a steely glare, his voice carried an unmistakable edge as he spoke.

"As I said before, Hilda, it's the first day. You need not be so stiff."

Dorothy's eyes widened at his words, a wave of warmth spreading through her chest. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, gratitude shining in her gaze. Her legs, which had been trembling moments before, steadied.

Hilda, seeing this, let out an audible sigh. Closing her eyes briefly, she composed herself. Then, with a deliberate curtsy, she addressed Nozel in a deferential tone.

"Young Master, may I be so bold as to speak bluntly?"

Nozel's sharp gaze lingered on her for a moment before he nodded. "You may."

Keeping her head bowed, Hilda's voice was calm but firm as she said, "Young Master, this is all your fault."

The hall fell into an awkward silence. The musicians stilled, bowing their heads as though trying to fade into the background.

Dorothy gaped slightly, while Nozel stiffened. His mouth opened, but no words came as he stared at Hilda, utterly speechless.

Perhaps not that blunt, he thought bitterly.

Hilda didn't leave the silence hanging for long. Before anyone could speak, she continued with a sharp tone, her words directed squarely at Nozel.

"Young Master, I wouldn't need to be so strict with Ms. Unsworth if it weren't for you."

Nozel raised an incredulous brow, his voice clipped as he retorted, "How so? I never asked you to do this! Don't slander me."

Hilda straightened her posture, arms crossing in front of her as she met his challenge.

"Young Master, the engagement ceremony is just a few weeks away, all because of your premature actions in the courtroom. Time is not a luxury we have. Every day, the servants are working tirelessly—planning the menu, designing the hall, sending out invitations, and handling a mountain of other preparations."

"Which is your job!" Nozel pointed out coolly.

"Indeed," Hilda replied without missing a beat, her tone even. "However, it is also our job to ensure that the two of you, the main attraction of this ceremony, are prepared to meet the expectations of the entire noble circle. If you falter, Young Master, the Silva name will become a laughingstock."

Nozel clenched his fists as her words sank in. He opened his mouth to argue further, but before he could, Hilda pressed on.

"It has been a mere six days since Ms. Unsworth entered this household. In that time, she has had to adjust to an entirely new world while also preparing for this engagement. She must master proper etiquette, learn how to address nobility, how to eat and converse appropriately, and memorize the traits and tendencies of other noble families. She must avoid offending one or, worse, unwittingly giving another cause to scheme against her. And this is only the beginning."

Hilda's words hung heavy in the air.

"Marriages into noble families are not unheard of, but they are exceptionally rare. Typically, such individuals undergo years of preparation to withstand the pressures of this life. But thanks to your actions, Dorothy has little more than three weeks to learn what most take a lifetime to master. She faces countless sleepless nights ahead, all because you acted too soon."

Nozel grit his teeth, the weight of her words and his own impulsiveness pressing down on him. He opened his mouth to protest once more, but Hilda anticipated his thoughts.

"You left Master Silva no choice," she said coldly. "One does not announce an engagement in the sacred courtroom before the entire aristocracy without the implication that the ceremony will follow shortly. At most, your father could delay it for a month before rumors began to spread—rumors of your fiancée's inadequacy or of your engagement falling apart."

Nozel's jaw tightened as guilt surged within him. His gaze flicked to Dorothy, who looked both determined and vulnerable. He turned back to Hilda, speaking with newfound resolve.

"I'll talk to Father. I'll push it back a week."

Hilda shook her head. "Not an option. Invitations have already been sent to several noble houses. Delaying the event would signal that House Silva cannot honor its commitments, further disgracing us."

"I'll take responsibility," Nozel snapped, cutting her off. "The blame lies with me. I'll make it clear this has nothing to do with House Silva—"

"That is a naive thought, Young Master," Hilda interrupted. "As the nominal heir, your actions and House Silva's reputation are inextricably linked. No amount of excuses will change that."

Nozel's frustration reached its peak, but before he could respond, he felt a soft touch on his cheek. Startled, he turned to see Dorothy gazing at him with a gentle, loving smile.

"Nozel, let's keep practicing," she said softly.

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. "Why? You don't need to. Trust me, Father and I will handle this—"

He froze as Dorothy placed her other hand on his cheek, her smile unwavering.

"I can do this, Nozel. Give me a chance."

Nozel gaped at her, his protests faltering. "I believe you, but you don't have to push yourself—"

Dorothy's firm voice cut through his hesitation. "Nozel! Aren't I part of this family too?"

He stiffened, nodding after a beat. "Of course you are."

"Then let me do my part. I can't just stand by while you and Dad shoulder everything for my sake."

Nozel's mouth opened to argue, but Dorothy pinched his cheeks, pouting as she scolded him. "Didn't you say we're partners? Didn't you say you wanted an equal by your side, not someone you have to shelter?"

His heart skipped a beat as he nodded stiffly.

"Then let me prove it. I won't let anyone down, as long as you don't give up on me," she said, her voice brimming with determination. Her smile brightened. "Besides, with you helping me, there's no way I'll fail!"

Nozel flushed and nodded, speechless. Dorothy turned back to Hilda and performed a flawless curtsy.

"Ms. Hilda, we're ready to resume practice."

Hilda's icy demeanor softened for the briefest moment, the corners of her lips quirking upward. Without a word, she raised her arm and stepped back.

The music began once more, filling the hall. Nozel and Dorothy took their places, linking hands as they resumed their dance with renewed vigor.

Acier's Wing

Night blanketed the Silva estate, the halls bathed in shadows broken only by the flickering glow of Sebastian's candle. Dressed in simple white cotton nightwear, he moved with slow, measured steps, his slippers whispering against the rugged floor.

As he neared Acier's door, the cold air outside seemed to seep into his resolve. His hand hovered over the doorknob, but he hesitated, stepping back.

Pacing in the dark corridor, Sebastian wrestled with himself. I could just leave. Surely, she wouldn't go so far as to hunt me down, would she?

He glanced at the faintly glowing hands of his pocket watch. It's not even 11 yet. I don't have to step inside a second earlier than necessary.

Despite the reassurances, his mind spun with scenarios, none of them particularly appealing. A desperate idea struck him: Maybe I should bring Noelle. If we frame it as "family time," Acier wouldn't try anything in front of her baby. She couldn't possibly send Noelle away either, could she?

Surely, her obsession with me can't exceed her love for her children. Right?

Just as he convinced himself to walk away, a melodic voice rang out from behind the door.

"How much longer are you going to make me wait, Sebby? Should I drag you inside myself?"

Sebastian froze, cold sweat running down his back. How does she know I'm here?!

For a fleeting moment, hope sparked. Could her mana sense have recovered? Any other time, that thought would have brought him immense relief, a sign of her improving health.

But now, it felt like the Grim Reaper had spoken.

With a resigned sigh, Sebastian straightened his shoulders. Let's just get this over with.

He opened the door, stepping inside with his head bowed, his movements stiff and awkward.

When he raised his gaze, his breath caught.

Acier stood in the center of the room, bathed in silvery moonlight that spilled through the window. She wore a flowing white gown, modest yet ethereal, covering her entirely save for her feet, hands, neck, and face. Her untied silver hair cascaded down her back, shimmering in the moon's glow.

Her lavender eyes sparkled with fondness as she smiled softly, a warmth that pierced through Sebastian's flustered thoughts. Most striking of all—she looked healthier than he'd seen her ever since transmigrating, the frailty he had come to associate with her entirely absent.

Sebastian's lips parted to speak, but Acier chuckled, her voice honey-sweet.

"Lilith's spell hasn't come undone," she explained lightly. "I just asked her to add a feature so I could turn it off and on as I please."

She had been turning the spell off as a nightly ritual, examining herself in the mirror to gauge her progress. Though her health was indeed improving, Acier sought tangible proof of her recovery. She was certain she was in the final stages, needing only to deceive Megicula's lingering mark on her soul, so her bloodstream could be completely purified.

Acier stepped forward, her hands resting casually behind her back. She stopped just before Sebastian, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

"How do I look?" she asked softly, her smile never faltering.

Sebastian found himself transfixed, caught in Acier's radiant presence. His mind wrestled with what to say. Beautiful, he wanted to respond, but the word that escaped his lips was:

"Healthy."

It was unclear whether it was his own embarrassment or the residual traits of the original Sebastian holding him back.

Instead of disappointment, Acier's smile widened. She glanced toward the bed and gave a subtle nod.

Sebastian followed her gaze and noticed the bed neatly prepared for two. The setup was unmistakable: two sides, two pillows, clearly meant for a couple.

His brow twitched, and he turned to Acier with a flat expression.

"The near side is mine," he declared, his tone firm. His face betrayed a silent warning: Try anything, and I'll be out the door in a flash.

Of course, he'd never admit the real reason—he wanted her by the window so she could enjoy the fresh breeze, worried her cursed condition might make her sweat during the night.

That admission would have been far too embarrassing.

Acier let out a soft chuckle. "That's fine," she agreed easily.

Sebastian sighed as he moved past her, setting the candle down on the bedside table. He slipped off his slippers, sat down on the mattress, and stretched out. The covers swished lightly as he pulled them over himself, his gaze fixed toward the right side, expecting Acier to settle into her spot.

But nothing happened.

Instead, Sebastian froze as he felt the mattress shift. The unmistakable sensation of someone crawling over him snapped his head back to the left.

"Acier, what are you doing—"

His words died in his throat as Acier straddled him, gently pushing him down by the chest. Her serene smile never faltered as she leaned in, her silver hair cascading around them.

"This spot is mine," she murmured with a soft chuckle, settling herself comfortably atop him.

Sebastian's face flushed crimson, his breath catching as Acier rested her head on his chest. After a moment, she shifted, propping her chin on his chest to look up at him with an enchanting gaze.

Then, slowly, she slid higher, her face now directly above his, the space between them narrowing with every passing second.

"Hey, Sebby?" she whispered, her fingers trailing gently along his cheeks.

Sebastian gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. "W-what…?"

Acier paused for a moment, her lavender eyes locking with his. Then, she closed the distance until their noses touched, her hands cradling his flushed cheeks.

Her voice dropped to a hushed whisper, soft but piercing.

"Do you love me?"

Sebastian froze.


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