After finishing her evening routine, Eula followed Makoto through the mansion’s long, winding corridors.
As they walked, she couldn’t help but notice the intricate details of the place. The doors on the left-hand side were particularly striking, each adorned with unique nameplates. One was shaped like two small sky-blue horns, another like a crane, and one even featured a deep purple dagger.
Do these doors belong to the women living here?
Eula swallowed nervously.
Could they all be Luo Qing’s wives?
She was pulled from her thoughts when Makoto suddenly stopped in front of an empty room. Eula almost bumped into her.
“Miss Makoto?” Eula asked in confusion.
Makoto turned with a warm smile, gesturing toward the door.
“There are only a few vacant rooms left on this floor, and a handful on the third floor. How about this one for the night, Miss Eula?”
“Huh?”
Eula blinked.
It’s just one night—why does it matter which room?
“I don’t mind any room, really,” she replied hesitantly.
“Oh, but it does matter,” Makoto said with a soft laugh, taking her hand and gently leading her inside.
“All the rooms are uniquely designed. Miss Eula should choose one that suits her best.”
The room was simple yet luxurious. The bed was already made with sky-blue sheets—her favorite color. The maid from earlier, Rosalyne, was busy tidying up.
Even though it was a single bedroom, it came equipped with a walk-in closet and a private bathroom. The attention to detail was far beyond anything Eula had seen, even as someone from a noble background.
How is this place so extravagant?
“What do you think, Miss Eula?”
Makoto’s voice brought her back to reality.
“Does this room meet your expectations?”
“It’s… perfect,” Eula replied, nodding.
She didn’t pick up on the deeper implication of Makoto’s question.
“Then it’s settled.”
Makoto patted Eula’s hand gently and said warmly, “If you need anything, feel free to ask Rosalyne. I won’t disturb your rest further.”
With that, Makoto waved goodbye and left the room.
As the door clicked shut, Eula found herself staring after Makoto, puzzled.
Why was she so enthusiastic? Was it just her personality, or was there something else?
The way Makoto looked at her—it wasn’t hostility, but it reminded Eula of the way someone might look at a younger sibling.
Her train of thought was interrupted by Rosalyne, who had finished tidying up and turned to face her.
The maid’s cold, indifferent eyes seemed to regard everything in the world with quiet disdain.
“If you need anything, just let me know,” Rosalyne said, giving Eula a small bow before silently leaving the room.
“Rosalyne…”
As the maid’s name echoed in her mind, Eula frowned.
She felt like she’d heard the name before but couldn’t place it.
Isn’t that the name of… a Fatui Harbinger?
Her eyes widened in realization.
Wait—what?!
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Late Night
After cleaning up and lying down in the unfamiliar bed, Eula found it difficult to sleep.
She tossed and turned, her mind swirling with thoughts.
The pill Makoto had given her was oddly shaped but undeniably effective. Her wounds had healed so rapidly that her skin now looked even smoother than before.
What exactly did she mean by “choose carefully”?
Eula stared at the ceiling, replaying Makoto’s words in her head.
It’s just one night. Why would I need to think about it? It’s not like I’m staying here permanently…
Unable to find an answer, she turned over and closed her eyes, trying to clear her mind and focus on resting.
The room was so quiet that even the faint chirping of crickets outside felt amplified.
Just as she was drifting off to sleep, her eyes snapped open.
The ceiling above her seemed to be… vibrating rhythmically.
“What?”
Years of patrolling had honed her senses. She sat up quietly, her instincts telling her something wasn’t right.
She got out of bed, tiptoeing to the center of the room. Standing on her toes, she tilted her head upward, straining to hear.
The vibrations were faint, accompanied by muffled voices.
“This isn’t normal…”
Her brows furrowed as she scanned the room. Her gaze landed on the desk in the corner—just tall enough to help her get closer to the ceiling.
She carefully dragged the desk toward the bed, climbed onto it, and pressed her ear against the ceiling.
Suddenly, the faint sounds became clear.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Luo Qing, not so hard… It hurts…”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Luo Qing, don’t just focus on Furina. I’m here too…”
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“…”
Eula’s face turned crimson as realization dawned on her.
No wonder those sisters were giving me hostile looks earlier…
I’ve interrupted their “special time” with Luo Qing.
She hurriedly returned the desk to its original spot and dove under the covers, pulling the blanket over her head. She curled into a ball, hoping to fall asleep quickly and escape this awkwardness.
But no matter how hard she tried to block it out, the rhythmic vibrations and muffled voices from above seemed to grow louder.
Every suggestive phrase, every thudding sound, made her face burn hotter.
How long can this possibly go on?!
She buried her face in the pillow, her legs pressing together awkwardly as her toes curled.
Didn’t people say this kind of thing only lasts an hour or two at most?
But time dragged on, and the noise above showed no signs of stopping.
Is Luo Qing planning to go all night?!
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Morning
The blazing sun hung high in the sky by the time Eula opened her eyes.
Dark circles framed her exhausted face as she realized the noise had finally stopped—just before dawn.
Only then had she been able to get some peace and fall asleep.
She glanced at the clock on the wall and shot up in panic.
“It’s already this late?!”
Quickly getting dressed and grabbing her sword, she dashed out of the room, intent on reuniting with her squad and reporting the situation at the Thousand Winds Temple to the Knights.
But as soon as she reached the dining area, she froze in place.
The long dining table was packed with people, nearly filling its twenty seats.
At the head of the table sat Luo Qing, surrounded on both sides by stunning women.
Not only were the women she had met last night present, but there were even more unfamiliar faces—all breathtakingly beautiful.
How many wives does this man have?!
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