Chapter 125 I Want to Possess You "You bastard—you're too arrogant..."

The sky was a clear, deep blue, and the clouds, like ribbons of white silk, fell straight down, gently blending with the water's surface.

A sea breeze caressed their faces as layers of sails propelled the giant ship away from the harbor, slowly sailing towards an unknown destination.

Ordinary thugs can't take away Princess Belle, but Princess Nolana can.

At yesterday's celebratory banquet, Princess Eleanor merely hinted with seductive language that "Nolana and Baley can learn from each other in all aspects," and King Baley readily agreed to let Princess Eliza go on a trip with him "so she can broaden her horizons."

It may seem like a casual approach, but it's actually quite complex.

Princess Nolana's act of taking the underage Princess Baele in public means she will have to assume guardianship responsibilities for a considerable period of time.

If they fail to marry in the future, and fail to find a wife of equal standing for the little princess... then Princess Nolana will have no credibility whatsoever.

Fortunately, they are still far from adulthood, so there is no need to worry about them for now.

Wow~ a pink dolphin!

Eliza pointed at the dolphins leaping in the sea and cheered softly.

A group of dolphins followed the large ship, frolicking along the ripples created by the hull. One of them was a bright, pale pink.

"Yes, dolphins."

Eleanor held her waist and lifted her steadily into the air.

If the treasure ship weren't so huge, the little princess would have loved for the princess to put her in a basket and lower her down so she could touch the smooth "fish" with her own hands.

Eliza giggled and played for a long time, laughing happily every time Eleanor lifted her up, until a strong gust of wind blew by.

"Cough cough cough." The little princess choked on the wind, and her face immediately turned red.

Eleanor quickly helped her back onto the deck and wiped her face with a cotton cloth. "Oh dear, it's getting windy. Come on, let's go back and get something to eat and rest."

"Okay~ Eleanor, you should get some rest too."

Eliza glanced longingly at the dolphins frolicking in the sea and waved to them.

She took the servant's hand and returned to the cabin, turning back every few steps.

The small figure disappeared behind the door, and a hand slapped Eleanor on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Eleanor instinctively bent down, grabbed Andra's wrist with her other hand, and jokingly pushed her forward, attempting an over-the-shoulder throw—

"Ha!" Andra suddenly felt a strange force locking her arm. She reacted quickly, bracing her legs against the deck and pulling herself back.

The two tugged at each other for a while in the sea breeze, then let go at the same time, staggering a couple of steps due to inertia.

[That was terrifying force!]

Andra put her earlier displeasure behind her and glanced at the finger marks on her arm: Three years have passed, and in terms of brute force alone... Eleanor is definitely no less than her.

...perhaps he's already above her.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?"

Eleanor smiled and pressed down on her shoulder, hanging most of her body on it.

Andra has been as fickle as a cat lately; she's all smiles in the morning, but by noon she'll give you a swipe.

Andra's face was tense, revealing no emotion.

She pulled her arms back to her chest, leaned against the railing, and said, "How could you have thought of taking a child out to sea? Especially Belle's little princess... We just wiped out a group of pirates, what if something happens if we fight again? How are you going to compensate us?"

Eleanor was stunned for a moment, then almost laughed: at least in this life, Andra wouldn't treat her like a child or a princess.

After laughing, she replied seriously, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. This time we'll take a safer route. Besides~"

Eleanor took Andra's hand again, snuggling softly into his arms and saying sweetly, "Didn't we clear out all the pirates in the surrounding waters?"

Andra's cheeks flushed, and she pressed against Eleanor's shoulder to stop her from burrowing any further, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

"Alright, alright."

Unable to bear the strange force any longer, Andra decided to beg for mercy and change the subject: "You said before that you wanted to open up other shipping routes, trade with more countries, and operate some uninhabited islands... These islands are all closer to Belai."

Her meaning was clear: ports, shipping routes, and island nations are all close to Belair, and they can't just do all the work for someone else for nothing.

How do you plan to take over Belaine?

"..." Eleanor did not respond for a moment, and Andra's expression darkened.

She turned around, grabbed Eleanor's shoulder, and demanded urgently, "Are you going to marry that little princess?"

A feeling more sour than bitter, and more bitter than sour, surged in my throat.

The image of Princess Eliza appeared in Andra's mind.

It was just a little child—but the child wasn't much younger than Eleanor; she was sweet and lovely, and a respectable princess.

They are allowed to get married.

Eleanor is skilled in business and maintains good relationships with merchants and scholars, and she seems to really like the little princess...

So Eleanor liked that type of wife? That makes sense.

Andra strongly agreed with this aesthetic, and she had imagined what her future wife would look like with many people, including the nuns and her companions on the grasslands.

Gentle and lovely, of noble birth, intelligent and considerate... Princess Eliza seems to fit these criteria.

Andra bit her lip, unaware that her expression was becoming increasingly dangerous.

Seeing her like this, Eleanor finally understood what she had been angry about.

It's somewhat ironic, but also a little funny—it turns out you care about these things more than I do, even if it's just a possible "marriage alliance."

The girl suddenly opened her eyes wide, leaned forward sharply, and stopped abruptly just before their foreheads collided.

She raised her hands and pressed them against Andra's cheeks to prevent her from retreating, letting her amber eyes reflect the other's momentary panic.

"Andra".

She said with certainty, "Are you jealous?"

"...What, what is jealousy?"

Andra didn't understand what she meant, but she could guess part of it from the girl's sly expression.

She licked her dry lips, then immediately denied it: "Jealous? No way! I just..." She hadn't eaten anything...

"Hmph~"

Eleanor squinted, then suddenly tilted her face and leaned in so close that their noses almost touched.

She was now slightly taller than Andra and was wearing high-top boots. With each step, her long hair brushed against the boy's face.

Eleanor's fingers twitched slightly, her fingertips almost brushing against Andra's lips.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of a heartbeat was so loud that one couldn't look away.

What...what are you doing?

Andra opened her lips as if to ask a question, but her body reacted first.

Her hands brushed against Eleanor's shoulders, cradling her delicate face as if holding a fresh rose.

She was too tall, too strong, and her domineering gaze was too piercing.

A calm voice echoed in his mind, criticizing every aspect of Eleanor.

If anyone else dared to make such an arrogant and controlling gesture towards her, cutting off their wrists would be the least of their worries.

However, she couldn't muster much resistance at this moment, and even wanted to meet the slightly forceful kiss.

Something's not right.

Andra's instincts were screaming, seemingly wanting to correct her aesthetic sense, her choices—or even the "wrong" parts of the person in front of her, to get everything back on track.

"......"

"......"

They faced each other in the sunlight and sea breeze, neither advancing nor retreating.

It wasn't until Eleanor blinked first and whispered in her ear, "Are you... still angry?" that she released her hand with an innocent look on her face.

Creak.

Andra seemed to hear her taut nerves grinding against her jaw; she was truly angry now.

She silently turned her body as if to leave, but the person behind her deftly circled around and took her hand.

"you,"

"Andra, come here."

What's coming? Andra's vision was filled with jet-black hair.

Eleanor kept one hand clasped together, while the other arm encircled Andra's waist, and with a dance-like spin, she turned her towards the sea.

Andra staggered two steps, but her legs naturally adjusted their landing point, as if she were dancing along with the girl.

She grabbed the railing with one hand and realized that they had run to the bow of the ship, and as far as the eye could see, there was the boundless blue sea.

The waves surged and rippled, washing away all the complicated thoughts in my mind.

Surrounded by azure blue, the hand that had been holding hers quietly let go.

Eleanor shifted her position, wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, and then—with a sudden burst of strength, lifted her high into the air!

"!"

Andra opened her golden-red eyes wide, waves of surprise washing over her like surging tides.

She couldn't help but place her hands on the railing, letting herself plunge more and more into the colorful and vast sea.

Andra, in this life...

The girl's voice lingered in my ear, sending a gentle, ticklish sensation through me: "...Would you be willing to let me possess you?"

Andra, what were your feelings when you approached me, and what were your feelings when you resolutely left?

That Mount Eros stretching for thousands of miles, where it ends and begins again—begins and ends again… Their love is like a Möbius strip with two sides, endlessly looping only in her long memory.

"Eleanor, I wish you could have an easier time... I really don't have a better solution."

"You're going to marry that little princess?"

"Don't be stubborn, Eleanor. Hertuya and the people of Norlanna need you."

"Please. Don't chase after me, don't go any further... If I get close to you, I'll lose my dream—my everything."

Pleading, dissatisfied, serious, crying... every expression is you.

You will hesitate when making a request, clench your fist when giving an order, call my name affectionately, and keep your love hidden in your heart before parting.

They are all you, but none of them are the you in front of you.

So please tell me, in this life, do you still need my company, and can you still accept the companionship I crave?

"I wish you happiness." That is what the gods said.

There are many kinds of happiness for her, and the same goes for Andra's happiness. Parallelism and intersection are both choices, and both can lead to different lives.

Eleanor lifts her lover high, awaiting her heartfelt response.

"——"

Andra opened her mouth in the wind, but she could barely hear Eleanor's voice because the surging waves and the rush of blood to her head filled her ears with a rustling noise.

How dare you—you actually dare to lift me up?!

Even my mother has never treated me like this!

This action, which is usually reserved for children, infuriated Andra, but a stronger emotion than anger prevented her from venting it freely.

"Let go!" she finally shouted, and the arms behind her loosened their grip in a flash.

So that's how it is. You never really liked me this way.

Eleanor's eyes dimmed. She wasn't stupid; of course she could see that Andra's attitude towards her over the years was vastly different from that of her previous lives.

She grasped great power and possessed a healthy body, but some things are ultimately beyond her control.

Eleanor lowered her hands, and as Andra brushed past her, she softly apologized, "I'm sorry..."

Before she could speak, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and held her tightly.

It was hard to tell whether the muscles in those arms tensed up quickly due to emotion or force, and they lifted her up in an instant, almost pressing her against the railing.

"You're so arrogant!"

"Huh?" Eleanor exclaimed softly, but after hearing Andra's next words, she couldn't help but smile.

"...How annoying."

She smiled and brushed a strand of hair against the slightly trembling figure behind her.

Idiot, you wouldn't talk to someone you hate in that tone.

"Ann-" Eleanor had barely opened her mouth when a gust of wind rushed towards her.

The water surged, and the enormous treasure ship suddenly began to shake violently!

not good.

The two people's hazy eyes instantly cleared, and they looked at the turbulent sea at the same time—the sea surface suddenly surged with many strange swirling currents!

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A note from the author: The original title was "Asking the Heart".

But as I was typing away at night, playing a playlist, when I heard the line "I want to possess you" from the song "I Want to Own Your Throne and Never Back Down," I abruptly closed the document and started changing the title. [Exaggeration]

Andra was more arrogant and haughty than I had imagined. She really disliked strong people, perhaps because in her mind, she was the strongest and should be the strongest?

I am merely an observer, so I cannot fully describe or determine this feeling.

She enjoys destruction and is willing to protect; fighting the strong and destroying the weak bring her intense pleasure. She is a rare individual—a true lover of war. She feels no guilt about war, nor does she find the killing exhausting.

But Eleanor... Eleanor will always be special to her.

She would blush when Eleanor (unless Red-Warm is about to kill someone), she would be jealous of Eleanor, and she would feel awkward, angry, and happy all at the same time when Eleanor picked her up.