Upon entering the room, Earl Laureen turned and bowed deeply to Victor and Gwen with a polite smile, saying to them:

"I won't disturb your rest any longer."

Victor responded with a nod, while Gwen remained calm.

When she saw Viktor nod, she nodded slightly in return.

After speaking, Earl Laureen gracefully turned and left the room, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

The figure disappeared through the doorway with a soft click of the lock.

Just as he reached the far end of the corridor, a servant rushed over from the side, bowed respectfully to Laureen, and said:

“Your Excellency, the young lady has ‘run away’ again.”

Earl Laureen paused abruptly, looking down at the somewhat timid servant, and asked in a low voice:

"Priscilla, did she go to her mother's room again?"

"No."

The maid shook her head and continued:

"The young lady appeared just as Princess Aurelian of the Karencia Empire passed by the lady's room."

"But she only stayed there for a short while and left quickly. I saw it with my own eyes; she didn't have a chance to go into the lady's room."

"Moreover, there is a sign in front of the madam's room that the young lady cannot enter."

The servant's account offered Laureen some solace. He waved his hand and sternly issued the order:

"Find her whereabouts as soon as possible. Although most people wouldn't notice her, we have a lot of customers today."

"If we disturb other guests, that would be troublesome."

The maid nodded hurriedly, then turned and jogged away.

Count Laureen stood alone in the corridor, glancing back at Victor's room.

Then, leaning on his cane, he slowly walked away.

In the corridor, only the dull echo of the cane striking the floor remained.

Victor, who was in the room, did not stop either. The patterns and runes moved rapidly in his hands, and magic began to surge within them.

He gently brushed his hands across the door, and several magical arrays were embedded within it.

Sound shield, barrier, interference.

A series of magical traps were laid around them.

Anyone attempting to enter the room will be entangled in these magical traps and will notify Victor.

Victor sensed the magic around him and only gradually relaxed after confirming that there was no one else outside the room.

After dealing with these matters, Victor turned around in the room and looked back at Gwen, who was sitting on the fur-covered sofa.

Compared to the Gwen of the past, the current Gwen is far too obedient.

Even when staying in the same room, there's no shyness or noise.

They once spent the night in a small town at the foot of a volcano, and Gwen was shy and somewhat dissatisfied at the time.

And now...

Sensing Viktor's gaze, Gwen blinked, a hint of doubt appearing on her otherwise expressionless face.

Their personalities are completely different.

However, this is also related to Gwen's current instinctive state.

Victor reached out and drew the luxurious silk curtains, blocking out the large window and shutting out the bright moonlight.

He stepped onto the brocade carpet and turned to look at Gwen.

She had already removed her armor down to her knees.

Her undergarments, like a snow-white veil, were revealed on her body.

Her fair, jade-like skin is captivating, and her graceful figure adds to her pure charm.

Gwen walked slowly toward Victor, gradually closing the distance until she was almost touching his body.

She stopped in front of Viktor, raised her head slightly, and looked at him with calm, still eyes.

Then, under the combined gaze of Victor and Vega.

Ignoring the crow on Viktor's shoulder, she gently stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Viktor's neck.

Their foreheads pressed together, and her voice, soft as a spring breeze caressing tender buds, called out:

Hold me.

"..."

...

About half an hour later, the steamy bathroom door slowly opened, and Gwen walked through the hazy light and shadow in the steam, letting her wet hair fall gently.

She took a towel and gently wiped her hair.

She then took off the thick bathrobe that had been hung up and put it on.

Viktor, however, sat quietly in his chair, leaning back slightly.

He had already taken off his trench coat, replacing it with a white shirt and loose trousers.

He stretched out his legs on the crystal-carved dining table and peacefully flipped through the book in his hands.

The only sounds in the room were dripping water and turning pages of a book, as if whispering the story of what was happening there.

The rustling of pages followed his thoughts as he turned the pages again and again.

Upon seeing this, Gwen took the initiative to approach, her breath like a spring breeze brushing past Viktor, bringing with it a fragrant scent that then entered Viktor's nostrils.

It would be impossible to say that Viktor was completely unaware of it.

Gwen stood behind Viktor, her body slightly bent, leaning against him as if unconsciously, quietly pressing against his back.

Soft skin pressed against Vic's shoulder, the sensation like fine sand traveling from the shoulder to the heart.

Her hair swayed as she looked at the contents of Victor's book and asked with great curiosity:

What are you looking at?

Sensing Gwen's presence so close, Victor closed his eyes, but this only intensified the fragrance surrounding him, "attacking" his consciousness even more fiercely.

The hand holding the book began to tremble slightly.

"It's just a simple and ordinary magic book."

By the time Victor reached the fourth rank, his composure had already improved significantly.

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