I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Upon hearing this, Nancy looked down at her feet, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled: "Perhaps, it's the solitude that travel brings."

"Loneliness," Charlotte repeated softly.

"Yes, I'm afraid of loneliness, yet I keep chasing after it." Nancy looked up at Charlotte. "Tell me, am I crazy?"

Her smile held a hint of desolation and confusion, and Charlotte felt a strange pang of sympathy for her.

Charlotte said, "I hate being alone, but I love money, so I always live in lively places, do busy jobs, and forget what loneliness is."

Nancy didn't expect Charlotte's answer to be so corny, and couldn't help but laugh: "Once you have money, you won't like it anymore."

Charlotte thought about it seriously for a while, then said softly, "That will probably be a very, very long time from now."

Nancy stared at Charlotte for a long time, then suddenly said, "You're not actually that fond of money."

Charlotte looked at her reflection in her red eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she smiled slightly, "Perhaps."

The carriage passed through the city of Calva and exited through the east gate, leading to Calva's bustling port. Countless ships of all sizes docked here to unload and load cargo, and laborers carrying loads high on their backs were everywhere. This port alone supported thousands of workers who were specifically responsible for handling cargo.

Instead of going to the port, the carriage turned right and drove along the road that encircled the city wall. Not far away, a golden beach came into view.

The beaches of Kalva don't hold much appeal for locals; they're mostly filled with tourists from all walks of life. Some are digging for seashells, others are sunbathing on blankets, and still others are swimming in the nearshore area.

The carriage stopped in front of the beach, and the maid Beth opened the carriage door.

Charlotte climbed out of the carriage first. The sun was shining brightly today, warming her skin, and there was hardly any wind. It was indeed very comfortable to stroll on the beach.

Nancy followed her out, now wearing a black top hat with a wide brim.

"Madam, let's go for a stroll over there," Charlotte offered, smiling at her.

"Okay." Nancy nodded slightly and walked side by side with Charlotte toward the beach.

The golden sand was very clean, and it shone like gold under the sunlight. It was soft and comfortable.

Children ran and played barefoot on the beach, while adults, wearing sandals, shorts, and loose clothes, basked in the still-warm early winter sun and chased the not-too-cold seawater.

  

Only Charlotte and Nancy, dressed in tight-fitting suits and gorgeous gowns, and wearing leather shoes and high heels, struggled to walk on the sand, their feet sinking into the deep sand.

After walking for a while, the two stopped at the same time.

"Madam, you live on an island, don't you know it's uncomfortable to walk on the beach in high heels?" Charlotte asked.

Nancy countered, "Doctor, you grew up in Calva, this isn't your first time on the beach, is it?"

After saying that, the two couldn't help but look at each other and laugh.

They're both stupid, so let's not criticize each other.

"Why don't you take your shoes off? The sand is very fine, it shouldn't hurt when you step on it," Charlotte suggested.

"Take off your shoes?"

Nancy hesitated. For a countess like her who always maintained elegance, going barefoot seemed inappropriate.

Charlotte laughed and said, "Look, none of those children are wearing shoes."

Nancy looked up and saw a group of children chasing a hermit crab barefoot. Their laughter, like silver bells, echoed across the beach, and she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Come on, let me help you take it off." Charlotte squatted down and gently took Nancy's ankle.

He could clearly feel Nancy's body stiffen slightly, but she didn't refuse. After hesitating for a moment, she obediently lifted her foot and let Charlotte help her take off her high heels.

Her delicate feet were as white and tender as jade, and her big toes were round and cute. Even though Charlotte wasn't a foot fetishist, she found them somewhat adorable.

Charlotte didn't act too much like a pervert; she helped her take off her shoes, then immediately released her hand in a gentlemanly manner and stood up.

"Thank you." Nancy's face still had a blush that hadn't faded, and she quickly looked away when she saw Charlotte carrying her shoes.

She tried sticking out one foot on the beach where she had been sunbathing for half a day. The sand was warm and soft underfoot, and the feel was much better than walking in high heels, where you'd sink in and out of the sand. It was also a little itchy, tickling her heart.

She took her second step, then her third, and strolled along the beach, a happy smile on her face.

Charlotte carried her shoes and followed beside her, looking at the bright smile on her face, which was not the elegant smile she usually wore, but a genuine smile from the heart.

They walked further away, where the beach was no longer crowded, and white seashells were hidden in the fine sand, like treasures waiting to be discovered by tourists.

Nancy waved her hand, and all the seashells hidden in the golden sand within a radius of a hundred meters emerged and rolled to her, the fine sand clinging to them falling off, leaving a clean pile of seashells.

Most of them are white, but there are also quite a few colorful and pretty seashells.

If a child over there, who is trying hard to find a small seashell, saw this, they would definitely gape in astonishment.

Charlotte looked at Nancy with some curiosity. Could it be... that she also liked collecting seashells?

However, Nancy did not pick out the prettiest shells from the pile. Instead, she stretched out her fair hands and waved them gently above the mountain of shells, just like a conductor.

A miraculous scene unfolded: the mountain of seashells, at Nancy's command, began to move again.

The seashells didn't just roll around randomly; instead, they started to stack up in a regular pattern, gradually building a castle!

This is a castle built from snow-white seashells, with brightly colored seashells as embellishments, making it look quite dreamy.

"This...is amazing!" Charlotte exclaimed in amazement as she watched the scene.

The pure white seashells were piled up to form a beautiful and dreamlike castle, and all of this was done by Nancy.

"Is it pretty?" Nancy turned her head to look at Charlotte, her eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.

Charlotte nodded with great certainty: "It's so dreamy. This is the most beautiful castle I've ever seen, far exceeding the limits of my imagination."

Nancy heard the answer that satisfied her. Looking down at the little castle standing on the beach, she chuckled softly to herself, "When I was seven, I built a similar seashell castle on the beach. I excitedly showed it to my father, hoping for his praise. But he only glanced at it before angrily stomping it to pieces. Then he roared at me in a rage: 'Seashells can't build castles! Vampires need to live in tall, luxurious castles to be considered respectable.'"

Seventeen years later, he orchestrated my marriage to Count Christian, and I moved into a luxurious castle that occupied an entire island. On the night of our wedding banquet, Count Christian died from excessive drinking, and I became the lord of that castle and several islands.

The castle built from seashells scattered all over the ground with a crash, becoming a messy pile of seashells once again.

"Shells can't build luxurious castles; they're not sturdy enough, not powerful enough." Nancy turned and walked towards the sea.

The sea breeze ruffled her skirt, and her slender back looked so lonely.

Although she lives by the sea, she probably doesn't like the ocean.

Charlotte suddenly understood. The castle was too big, which made her feel even more lonely. It would be better to stay in the small carriage and while away the loneliness in her heart during the hurried journey.

Charlotte hears about Nancy's past from her: a bastard father who doesn't care about her inner thoughts and a short-lived count husband.

The fact that she was able to talk to him about these things shows that she already has a certain level of trust and affection for him.

She glanced again at the scattered seashells. Perhaps when she was seven years old, her hopeful heart was crushed to pieces by her father just like this.

As for her short-lived husband, it might actually be a stroke of luck and a relief for her.

In that instant, a strong urge to protect this woman arose in his heart. When would her lonely journey end?

Nancy walked to the beach. The seawater lapped over her feet and dampened her skirt. She lowered her head and gently stepped into the water, like a lonely child.

Charlotte watched from the side without trying to comfort her.

The damage that time has left behind cannot be healed with a few nice words.

Nancy played in the water for a while, and her low spirits lifted. She looked at Charlotte and smiled, saying, "You're an interesting man, unlike any other man I've ever met."

"You're completely different from what I expected. You're elegant, you're cute, and you know how to enjoy life. You even build beautiful houses." Charlotte looked at her and said with a smile, "I admit, I was the first to fall for you."

Nancy stared at him, somewhat lost in thought, before finally managing a self-deprecating laugh: "You're just saying that to get your money, aren't you?"

"You can think that way, but what I just said came from the bottom of my heart," Charlotte said calmly.

Nancy looked away and walked towards the shore. The wet sand clung to her fair feet, making her stop in her tracks. She frowned slightly; she didn't like the feeling, as if it were covered in something dirty.

Just then, another wave crashed in, washing away the mud and sand from the back of her feet, but she knew that after the wave passed, everything would be the same.

At that moment, Charlotte strode over, wading through the water, and picked her up in a princess carry.

"You..." Nancy instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"That way there won't be any sand. I'll put you down when your feet are dry, and the dry sand won't stick to your feet," Charlotte said with a smile, walking towards where the carriage was parked.

Nancy glanced at her bare feet and felt a warmth in her heart. She hadn't expected that he would take even a single look from her to heart.

Being held like this by a man, feeling his strong arms and firm chest muscles, and looking at his profile so close to hers, Nancy couldn't help but blush.

But for some reason, when he held her in his arms like a princess, she felt no resistance at all; instead, she felt a sense of happiness and security.

So this is what it feels like to be pampered.

No one has ever spoiled her like this in her entire life.

He took off her shoes, praised her casually piled-up items, and even though his own shoes got wet, he went into the sea to hug her so that her feet wouldn't get dirty.

This man was unlike any she had ever met before.

His gaze remained clear and bright, making one believe that what he said was true.

Are you tempted?

Nancy looked at Charlotte's profile, and she could hear her heart pounding. Thump! Thump! Thump!

Oh no, I'm falling for you!

Beside the carriage, the maid and coachman watched from afar as Charlotte held Nancy, both with expressions of shock.

Over the years, they followed Nancy all over the country, visiting almost every major city on the continent of Aesop.

He met no fewer than a hundred men who came for the high reward, but he couldn't even hold his wife's hand or have a proper conversation with many of them, let alone hold her hand.

And today, Charlotte is actually holding the lady?

"Beth, is there something wrong with my eyes? Or is it a mirage?" the coachman asked, somewhat uncertainly.

Beth shook her head and murmured, "I think the chances of us seeing the same mirage are slim. What's wrong, Madam?"

Charlotte carried Nancy for a while, feeling somewhat strange herself. She looked thin, but actually felt quite nice to hold. She probably only weighed around 90 pounds, and her flesh was well-behaved, growing in all the right places.

She had a faint, delicate fragrance, as elegant as an orchid, which brought peace to people.

"My feet... feel dry." Nancy finally came to her senses and hesitated as she saw the increasing number of tourists ahead.

"Don't you want me to carry you back to the car?" Charlotte looked down at her, her smile filled with affection.

Nancy looked away in a flustered manner and said, "I... I'll walk back myself."

"Okay, hold on tight." Charlotte gently put her down.

Stepping on the soft sand, Nancy suddenly felt that being held was more comfortable. She looked up at Charlotte with a hint of curiosity.

Wasn't he supposed to be just a doctor whose magical abilities had been stripped away? Yet he carried her so far without batting an eye, and he even had some pretty impressive pectoral muscles.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"You've changed your class to a knight?" Nancy stared at him.

Charlotte replied calmly, "I just pay more attention to physical training. Changing jobs is no easy task."

Upon hearing this, Nancy stopped asking questions and continued walking forward.

Charlotte walked alongside her, occasionally glancing at her sideways. Her flawless profile, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, suggested she was in a much better mood than before.

The two walked close, their hands occasionally touching and gently caressing each other.

Charlotte hesitated only slightly before taking her hand.

Her hands were slender and soft, slightly cool, with delicate and smooth skin; holding them felt like holding a piece of warm, lustrous jade.

Nancy was slightly startled and subconsciously tried to pull her hand back, but it was held tightly.

His hands were so big and warm; holding them gave me a strange sense of security.

She quickly gave up the idea of ​​breaking free and let him hold her hand. She felt a mix of excitement and sweetness. Could this be... the feeling of being in love?

She didn't quite understand, but she liked the feeling of this moment.

Sunshine, sea, beach, and them holding hands.

The two walked hand in hand, just like a sweet couple.

The coachman and maid standing by the carriage were completely stunned. Just now, she had been carried in a princess carry, and after being put down, they were holding hands again. Moreover, the lady had a happy smile on her face. Oh no, she might really be in love now!

"Beth, do you object?" the coachman asked in a low voice.

Beth rolled her eyes at him: "They're a perfect match, a match made in heaven. Who gives you, a monster, the right to object?"

The driver nodded silently; what he said was absolutely right.

The two walked hand in hand to the edge of the beach, where the sand began to coarse, and there were more pebbles and debris.

"Wait a minute, let me help you put your shoes on," Charlotte said, stopping in her tracks.

"I...I'll let Beth put them on." Nancy's face flushed slightly. Although they had been holding hands the whole way, it still felt a little strange to have Charlotte help her put on her shoes.

"No need, I'll do it." Charlotte had already squatted down, gently holding her slender ankle, lifting one of her jade feet. There was some fine sand on her jade foot, so he gently wiped it away with his hand. There was also some sand between her rounded toes, which he carefully cleaned away as well.

These jade feet are smooth and delicate, and the feel of playing with them is superb, incomparable to any other beautiful jade. No wonder there is such a perverted group as foot fetish. Charlotte felt that she was about to become a pervert herself.

"Wait...wait a minute...not there..."

Nancy was screaming silently in her heart, her face flushed, trying hard to control her voice and expression.

Looking down at Charlotte, who was squatting in front of her, carefully cleaning her feet, she felt a mix of shyness and sweetness.

During their time together, she could clearly sense that he did not place himself in a lowly position, but rather treated her as an equal, looking her in the eye.

So when he did these things, she didn't feel that he was deliberately trying to please her; she could even feel his sincerity and that he was doing it willingly.

Charlotte helped her put on her high heels and stood up. She noticed that Charlotte was slightly out of breath and her face was flushed. Charlotte couldn't help but find it amusing; it seemed that her feet were quite sensitive.

"Let's go." Charlotte offered her her arm so they could take it and make it easier to walk along this still somewhat difficult stretch of road.

Nancy hesitated only slightly before taking his arm and being led by him toward the carriage. He held her strong arms and made her feel safe. She increasingly felt that this was not a physical condition that could be obtained simply by focusing on exercise.

The common perception of human magicians is that they are weak and frail, or obese and lazy, unlike Charlotte who is strong and healthy.

Back at the carriage, Beth had already opened the door and was standing respectfully to the side with the coachman.

Charlotte helped Nancy into the carriage, then followed her in, and instructed the person outside, "Let's go back to the Abyss."

Beth agreed, closed the car door, and the driver drove away from the beach.

"Shall we open the wine and have a drink?" Nancy took off her high heels as she sat down, revealing her snow-white feet. She leaned back on the soft seat and looked at Charlotte with a smile.

"Okay." Charlotte stepped forward, picked up the red wine on the table, uncorked it, and poured half a glass into each of the two stemmed glasses.

He handed one glass to Nancy, picked up the other, and gently clinked glasses with her.