Night fell over Luo Qing’s residence.
At this moment, Luo Qing’s four subordinates, along with Makoto and Rosalyne, were gathered in the living room.
Luo Qing sat at the head of the table, with Makoto and Rosalyne flanking him on either side, both in their true forms. The four subordinates sat opposite them.
It had been a while since everyone had gathered together like this.
That being said…
If these fools hadn’t returned at such an inconvenient time, the progress he’d made with Makoto earlier might have already led to something much more… intense in the bedroom.
—
“So, why are you all back?”
Luo Qing glanced at Theresa, who sat curled up in a corner of the sofa, her expression dejected. Turning his attention back to the others, he continued.
“Did something happen on Dottore’s end?”
Since arriving in Sumeru, Luo Qing had stationed his subordinates at the workshop. Officially, it was to assist with overseeing operations, but in reality, their job was to monitor the progress of the God-Creation Plan and prevent any unforeseen incidents.
“Lord Luo Qing, the Doctor has begun assembling the body for the God of Justice. The next step will likely involve having Lord Scaramouche conduct trial operations,” Natalia reported respectfully.
“However, the subsequent procedures involve classified techniques. The Doctor ordered us to leave, so now only Akademiya personnel and a few of his loyal subordinates remain to guard the workshop.”
“I see. For now, remain on standby,” Luo Qing replied calmly, unsurprised by Dottore dismissing his subordinates.
Still, his thoughts churned.
He had no idea how powerful the God of Justice would be, nor whether his Susanoo could stand against it.
To make matters worse, the pool for the Seeds of Nirvana hadn’t rotated yet. He’d likely need to draw another batch before any progress could be made.
The key now was gathering enough frustration points in Sumeru, but it wasn’t easy.
He had no authority in the Akademiya, so he couldn’t just mess with the scholars.
As for the Fatui, with both Scaramouche and Dottore present, they were technically allies. Starting conflict with them was unnecessary for now.
The usual methods he’d employed in Liyue and Inazuma wouldn’t work here, leaving Luo Qing at a loss.
Who could he even annoy?
Wait…
The Eremites might be an option.
After a moment of thought, Luo Qing spoke.
“Perfect timing. Pack up tonight, and tomorrow we’re heading to the desert.”
“The desert? What business do you have there, my lord?”
His subordinates looked confused.
The Sumeru desert was notoriously hot—what could their master possibly want there?
“Just some… community service,” Luo Qing said with a sly smile.
“Alright, it’s getting late. You can all head back and rest.”
“As you wish, Lord Luo Qing.”
As Natalia and the others stood to leave, they noticed Theresa still sulking in her corner.
They tried to pull her up, but despite their efforts, she wouldn’t budge.
“…”
Natalia shot Luo Qing a helpless look.
“It’s fine. You all go on ahead,” Luo Qing said with a wave of his hand.
“Yes, my lord.”
Natalia glanced at Theresa one last time before leaving with Sergei. She sighed inwardly.
When had Theresa become so hopelessly attached to Lord Luo Qing?
They all knew their master was a scoundrel, with countless girls outside the house. Yet Theresa remained determined, chasing after him no matter how many times he turned her down.
And now, after walking in on Luo Qing and Makoto hugging so intimately, it was no wonder she was upset.
—
Once the others had left, Luo Qing looked at Theresa, who had buried her head in her knees, and then at Makoto, who was leaning on her hand, clearly amused.
Rosalyne sat quietly, watching like a spectator enjoying the drama.
Luo Qing couldn’t help but sigh.
He still didn’t understand why Theresa was so fixated on him.
After learning about her background during his last visit to Snezhnaya, he had softened toward her somewhat.
Seeing her sitting there, visibly upset, Luo Qing felt a rare twinge of guilt.
He glanced at Makoto, silently signaling for advice.
If she claimed to be the main wife, surely she’d have an idea of what to do.
Makoto simply smiled, her eyes seeming to say, Do whatever you want.
“…”
Luo Qing was speechless.
If there was one thing he hated, it was cryptic responses.
“Alright then.”
Makoto stood up and walked over to him, whispering softly.
“Rosalyne and I will head upstairs. This is your problem to handle~”
With that, she exchanged a knowing look with Rosalyne, and the two of them left.
“…”
Watching Makoto’s figure disappear upstairs, Luo Qing was momentarily stunned.
So this is what it means to be a composed main wife…
Shaking his head, he turned back to Theresa, unsure of how to start.
To be honest, ever since learning about Theresa’s past, he couldn’t help but feel some degree of affection for her.
“How long are you planning to sit there sulking?” he finally asked.
“I…”
Theresa lifted her head, pouting as she looked at him.
“Even now, you don’t care about me, Lord Luo Qing…”
“…”
Luo Qing sighed.
Nope, Theresa was still Theresa. She hadn’t changed one bit.
He sat down beside her, letting out another sigh.
“Why do you keep chasing after me? Snezhnaya doesn’t have just one man, you know.”
“I only have eyes for you, my lord…” Theresa sniffled, her voice tinged with grievance.
“All my life, I’ve been alone. That day, I was ready to end it all… until you saved me. I didn’t ask you to, but you did…”
“So this is my fault now?”
“Yes, it is!” Theresa said matter-of-factly.
“You saved me, so now I’m sticking to you!”
“…”
“And besides…”
Theresa continued, her tone softening.
“You already have so many girls around you. Adding me wouldn’t hurt, would it?”
“…?”
“What makes you think I have so many? Don’t make things up.”
“Am I wrong?!” Theresa replied, her tone indignant.
“There’s that half-adepti girl from Liyue, the immortal disciple, the god from Inazuma, and the Shogunate noble…”
“I know I’m just a little Electro Cicin Mage…”
“Even Natalia and the others have told me that you’re destined for greatness. I can’t compare to any of the amazing girls by your side…”
“…”
“So I don’t need a title. I just want to stay by your side. Wherever you go, I’ll follow. Whatever you ask, I’ll do. However you want me, I’ll be there…”
“…”
Luo Qing fell silent.
He had never seen someone so willing to humble themselves for him.
“You don’t want anything? Aren’t you afraid of regretting this?”
“What’s there to regret?” Theresa puffed out her chest defiantly.
“I, Theresa, take responsibility for my decisions. I won’t regret a thing!”
“…”
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Luo Qing couldn’t help but question himself.
Wasn’t he supposed to be the scoundrel here?
So why was he hesitating when she was offering herself so freely?
After a brief pause, he gently placed a hand on her head.
“It’s late. Stay here tonight.”
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