They're not even human anymore; those wicked women can cry even more miserably.

This is the most instinctive struggle and resistance of a virgin widow; her status allows her to maintain the most basic rationality.

"No, no!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the photograph in the mourning hall, and it seemed she could see her deceased husband's reproachful gaze in it.

She couldn't let down her deceased husband.

Regardless of whether they had been in love or not, and even though she was only repaying a debt of gratitude to him, he was still her husband.

The bottom line cannot be crossed!

Ella shook her head, her long purple hair falling loosely.

His face was full of helplessness.

Char, however, pressed on relentlessly, keeping Ella constantly enveloped in his aura.

"Actually, there is more than one way to deepen emotional communication."

Ella was confused.

She looked up blankly, staring into Xia's eyes.

One glance was enough to fall in love.

His hazy eyes began to glaze over, and he looked somewhat confused.

Char held her in his arms, his smile dangerous yet alluring.

He pressed his forehead against Ella's, their breaths mingling.

"Has Aunt Ai ever heard of taking an alternative approach?"

As Ella listened to Char's suggestion and looked into his meaningful gaze, the scales in her heart gradually tipped.

The night was long, yet it seemed so short.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was already turning a pale white.

Perhaps he was drunk.

As Ella pondered this, she unconsciously succumbed to the darkness of the night.

She selectively ignored her true feelings and attributed everything to the effects of alcohol.

That night, Ella was very well-behaved, gentle, and compliant, embodying the tolerant nature of an older woman.

The boy's satisfied sigh faded away in the room.

Compared to that foul-mouthed but weak ice queen maid, she's much stronger.

Strength is relative, and so is weakness.

Even though Ella performed very well, she still couldn't avoid a crushing defeat.

The taming value continued to rise, and stopped at 50% when the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Go to Oita!

Now, we've reached a level where we can completely trust them.

By the time Char left, it was already dawn.

Although the light was dim, it still illuminated the whole world.

The campus was still quiet at this time, with only Char Aznable walking by.

Behind him, a woman had already drifted into a long-awaited deep sleep.

When you are extremely tired, your body will naturally fall into a state of sleep, slowly recovering your physical and mental well-being.

Ella lay on her side on the bed, looking exhausted and deeply moved.

Despite this, she had a warm smile on her face.

After their inner conflict was resolved, their relationship progressed further.

As Char walked home, the beautiful scenery on both sides made him feel even more relaxed and happy.

It was great, but the housekeeper, Long, had something to say about not coming home all night.

Xia had just returned home when he felt a death stare.

For some reason, Char felt a little guilty.

Following the gaze, I saw a socially anxious person sitting on the sofa, hands on their sides, staring intently at me.

Stare~!

Even with Xia's thick skin, he couldn't quite hold back under Lone's gaze.

"Ahem, you're up so early?"

Char tried to change the subject and steer the conversation away from it.

But it failed.

Oboro continued to stare at Xia Ya without saying a word.

Char changed his shoes, sat down opposite Oboro, and made his expression serious.

"If you have anything to say, you can say it."

Don't look at him like that, it makes me feel inexplicably guilty.

It was as if he had done something to wrong her.

"I do have something to say."

Lone's voice was heavy.

An invisible pressure spread.

Then, in the next second, the serious and calm housekeeper instantly became humble.

"Although I am just a lowly maid, and a poor wretch temporarily staying in your house, I have no right to tell you what to do."

"But Master, I was very worried when you didn't come home all night, okay?"

"At the very least, they should have sent a text message to let us know!"

She pouted, her eyes sparkling with tears.

It perfectly illustrates the humble and pitiful state of someone living under someone else's roof.

That's very well said.

It's just that it doesn't sound like something Oboro would say.

Char sensed that something was wrong.

Although the succubus maid who stares at her with her big, watery eyes looks pitiful, it doesn't make her socially awkward at all.

Thinking back to the first time I came home late, the other person turned around and left.

They can't even express their own proper emotions.

Even if there has been some progress in the treatment of social anxiety, it shouldn't have progressed this quickly.

And the aroma of this tea...

Xia Ya thought of someone and glanced suspiciously to the side.

Nia was hugging a pillow, staring blankly into silence.

He seemed to be lost in thought, not even noticing the conversation between the two people in front of him.

"Did someone teach you to say that?"

Char spoke with great confidence.

A moment of confusion crossed her eyes.

Hmm? Why would you ask that?

This seems different from the script?

So what should I say next?

I don't know.

Then comes the guilt, and the subconscious urge to deny it.

You can't betray people!

Long covered her mouth and shook her head repeatedly.

Nobody taught me this; it's all what I wanted to say myself!

"Really?"

Char's eyes narrowed slightly.

He exuded a sense of oppression.

Their all-seeing gaze seemed to know everything.

Long felt a pang of panic and became even more nervous.