With just one sentence, Buer had managed to ignite a fiery tension in the room, so thick it felt like the air had frozen in place.
Clinging to Luo Qing’s right arm, her expression was warm and polite, yet her words carried a sharp undertone that made his heart sink.
So Buer’s a closet schemer too, huh? Luo Qing thought, feeling a chill run down his spine.
“I…”
Makoto inhaled sharply, her mind racing.
As expected, Buer’s personality was no different from her previous life.
Before meeting Luo Qing, Makoto had thought of the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata as a wise and compassionate being who was easy to get along with.
But after Buer became involved with Luo Qing, Makoto discovered the truth—behind that dignified exterior lay a hopeless romantic!
When it came to matters involving Luo Qing, Buer’s wisdom seemed to vanish entirely.
And her jealousy? It was… exceptional.
“Long time no see, Buer,” Makoto said, her voice calm, though her arms crossed over her chest, her demeanor firm.
“But let me correct you on one thing: I’m not also trying to be Luo Qing’s bride.”
Her tone turned triumphant as she puffed out her chest.
“I already am.”
[Proud Wife: We’ve already crossed that bridge, and the rice is cooked.]
Makoto wasn’t about to let herself be pushed around.
Buer may have come with hostile intentions, but Makoto wasn’t going to back down.
The title of the legitimate wife was hers, and no one was taking it away!
“Is that so…”
Buer’s lips curved into a soft smile as she tilted her head to look at Luo Qing. Her gaze remained gentle, yet there was an unmistakable gleam in her eyes—sharp and cutting, like a blade hidden beneath calm waters.
“Ah… well…”
Luo Qing felt sweat bead on the back of his neck.
On their way home, he had briefly mentioned the six other girls in his life to Buer, attempting to prepare her and prevent an explosion.
At the time, she had silently clung to his arm, nodding calmly even after hearing about all of them. She hadn’t said much—aside from tightening her grip on his arm.
“Sort of… I guess,” Luo Qing stammered, his face turning awkward.
By Buer’s account, they had been together for thousands of years. She had likely envisioned a grand wedding after her revival, one that would finally fulfill the promises they had made in the past.
Instead, she was met with the news that her lover had acquired six other fiancées in her absence—and any future wedding would involve splitting him seven ways.
It wasn’t an easy pill to swallow.
“In that case…”
Buer’s voice was soft, almost as though she were conceding.
Makoto was beginning to think she’d won this round when Buer suddenly stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around Luo Qing’s neck.
“Luo Qing, how about we sleep together tonight?”
“!”
Makoto’s eyes widened in shock.
This woman! She’s barely arrived and already refuses to acknowledge my position?!
If this goes unchecked, what will she do next?!
“Luo Qing, didn’t you promise to spend the night with Ei?” Makoto said in a low voice, glancing toward the staircase.
At the top stood Ei, holding an armful of desserts, her expression confused as she tried to process what was happening.
“Meow meow meow?” Ei mumbled, clearly caught off guard.
She had just come downstairs for snacks, only to get roped into her sister’s schemes.
“Uh… yes! That’s right!”
Makoto gave Ei a meaningful look, one that screamed help me out here. Ei’s body tensed, and she glanced nervously at Luo Qing before saying stiffly:
“Luo Qing, you still owe me. You promised to sleep in my room tonight.”
“Uh…”
Luo Qing blinked, then looked at Makoto.
It didn’t take long to realize she was deploying a classic encirclement tactic.
Since she couldn’t pry him away from Buer herself, she’d use Ei’s earlier promise to remove him from the equation altogether. That way, neither she nor Buer could claim him tonight, preserving her lead.
“Or are you planning to break your promise?” Ei added, her tone suddenly sharper.
Truthfully, Ei wasn’t against spending more time tormenting Luo Qing. After all, she had extracted his promise as a condition for helping him earlier.
The thought of having Luo Qing bound and at her mercy sent a thrill through her.
This is going to be fun, she mused, her lips curling faintly.
“Of course not…”
Luo Qing sighed, glancing at Buer, preparing to gauge her reaction. But before he could speak, she smiled softly, her tone affectionate.
“Well, since it’s a promise you already made, there’s no helping it.”
Her words were gentle, but her next sentence blindsided Makoto entirely.
“Luo Qing, you go ahead. I’ll sleep with Makoto tonight.”
“…What?!”
Makoto was stunned.
What kind of strategy is this?
Was Buer admitting defeat, or was she planning to test her boundaries with Makoto?
Either way, it felt uncomfortably reminiscent of her past life—where Buer’s cunning always made her the most difficult rival to deal with.
“Is that alright, Makoto?”
Buer turned, her silver hair swaying as she let go of Luo Qing and gently took Makoto’s hand.
“It’s been so long since we’ve had the chance to talk. Tonight, let’s catch up properly.”
“…”
Makoto hesitated.
Back during their Seven Archon gatherings, she and Buer had gotten along reasonably well.
But that was before their rivalry over Luo Qing began.
Now, with Buer’s intentions laid bare, her seemingly innocent invitation was laced with the potential for mischief.
If I agree, who knows what she’ll try? But if I refuse, she might just go after Luo Qing directly…
After weighing her options, Makoto decided to take the risk.
“Fine. It’s late already, so we shouldn’t waste time. Let’s go.”
She led Buer upstairs, her steps firm, as silver and purple figures ascended side by side, leaving Luo Qing and Ei alone in the living room.
“She’s the reason you asked for my help?” Ei asked, glancing at the stairs before turning her attention to Luo Qing.
“You needed the Gnoses to bring her back?”
While not particularly perceptive, Ei had pieced together enough of the situation to understand Luo Qing’s motives.
If he could revive Makoto, it wasn’t a stretch to imagine he’d do the same for someone like Buer.
“More or less,” Luo Qing admitted with a sigh.
“Some things can only be resolved with her alive.”
“Hmph. Suit yourself.”
Ei turned and headed upstairs, her slippered footsteps soft against the wooden steps.
“But don’t forget—you owe me tonight.”
“Yes, Master…” Luo Qing replied wryly, watching her retreating figure.
—
Meanwhile, outside Sumeru City
Deep within a rainforest cave serving as a Fatui outpost, Dottore sat alone at his cluttered desk.
Scattered across the surface were intelligence reports and files, among which lay a damp photograph.
In the picture, Raiden Shogun and Luo Qing stood at the prow of a ship, locked in a passionate embrace.
Dottore’s lips curled into a faint smile as he gazed at the image.
“Brighella” he murmured, leaning back in his chair. “How many more secrets are you hiding?”
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