Chapter 422: Pansy (2/2)

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”Alright, you two can have this room.”

After travelling through what Leonel could only describe as a dreary and dark castle styled after Earth's Victorian Era, Mordred finally stopped at yet another massive door.

This castle had a severe lack of normal sized doors. All the ones they had come across to this point were ten meters tall at the smallest and all had elaborate archways.

Seeing this door, however, Leonel began coughing again.

”… Just one room?”

Mordred sent Leonel a glance as though she was looking at an idiot. Even if someone was going to say that, shouldn't he have waited for Aina to speak first? Who was the real man in this relationship?

Aina didn't say much as she walked into the room, leaving Mordred staring at Leonel and shaking her head in disappointment.

Leonel went to scratch his head out of habit, but accidentally interrupted the nap of the little mink. In return, he received a strong swipe that left his hand aching.

Mordred pursed her lips and shook her head.

”Big Sis knows a lot about getting women. Stop being a pansy.”

Leonel watched as Mordred walked away, completely speechless.

How was he a pansy? In fact, he sometimes felt he was a little too bold. How many people would confess so many times?

'… Maybe that wasn't so much of a good thing.' Leonel coughed silently to himself. If one had followed him for the last day, they'd probably assume he had a cold of some sort.

Leonel walked into the room after Aina, his head swirling with confusing thoughts. Was he really a pansy?

”Have a nice rest!” Mordred's voice came from the hallway. ”We can talk about the rest tomorrow morning.”

Leonel felt the door lightly click behind him. He didn't need to think to know that this was Mordred taking action again.

The first thing he saw was a massive bed. It was at least three meters in width and five in length. It was covered with a canopy that partially hid the other details at the same time.

The colors of the room were quite warm and much less bland than the rest of the palace. Mostly deep reds, violets and blues. It was quite easy on the eyes.

A light scent of roses hung in the air. It wasn't too overpowering, but definitely not subtle either.

All in all, it felt like a meticulously sculpted room… for a couple.

Aina didn't seem to react much to this. She simply walked to the master bathroom and locked the door behind her, leaving Leonel to his own thoughts.

By the time she walked out half an hour later, Leonel was still standing in the same spot, trying to understand.

After a while, he looked up and smiled. ”Need help drying your hair again?”

Hearing these words, Aina blushed slightly thinking about the last time. But in the end, she still nodded.