Comprehensive anime illustrations, but all the beautiful girls in the group chat want to pay for you

The Queen of the Night tightened her arms in a protesting manner, and rested her pointed chin on Zhou Yuan's shoulder:

"This is a rare 'education' opportunity~"

Her scarlet eyes gleamed with mischief,

"Right, my dear fiancé?"

"Humph--"

Ba Wanxi came back to Zhou Yuan at some point and snorted coldly.

Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with Remlia's behavior, she was not as easily excited as before.

Marisa began to struggle violently upon hearing this. The rustling sound of the ropes rubbing against each other was particularly clear in the silent library.

"Hey! You wish! You two, a pair of wicked---mmmm!"

She didn't get to finish her words because Patchouli put the silencing ball back into her mouth with an expressionless face.

Chapter 87 Are you free tonight? Remi~

"Just leave her to Fran like this?"

Zhou Yuan frowned slightly and turned his gaze to Remlia beside him.

He noticed that Remlia's pointed ears twitched unnaturally, and she was obviously hesitant about this decision.

"Are you not afraid that she will die?"

Remlia snorted softly, and a complicated look flashed in her scarlet eyes.

Her slender fingers unconsciously circled the silver pattern on her chest, and the black lace gloves made a slight sound when they collided with the metal.

"Hmph, although..."

She curled her lips, her sharp fangs faintly visible between her lips.

"I really hate this golden-haired thief..."

The night wind outside the window suddenly became noisy, rustling the branches of the rose garden.

Remlia's large bat wings unconsciously folded and unfolded, casting a swaying shadow behind her.

"but..."

Her voice suddenly became lighter, with a hint of reluctance in her admission.

"She really won't die that easily, and this guy is quite familiar with Fran..."

The Queen of the Night's gaze drifted towards the door to the basement, from where she could faintly hear Flandre's cheerful humming.

Her tense expression softened unconsciously:

"She and Fran are quite familiar with each other... She used to come and play with that silly girl often."

Remlia's voice almost turned into a mumble when she said the last few words.

She turned her face away awkwardly, but Zhou Yuan still caught a glimpse of the tenderness that flashed across her eyes.

(I see...)

Zhou Yuan nodded thoughtfully.

Only then did he notice that although she was tied up tightly, Marisa's expression did not show much fear. Instead, she looked helpless, as if she had to "play with that little lunatic again."

Even when she was being dragged to the basement, she winked at Musashi, signaling him not to worry.

“So there was such a past…”

Zhou Yuan nodded thoughtfully, then shook his head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The moonlight filtered through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows on his chiseled profile.

"I have to say, even though we already have such a 'deep' relationship..."

He deliberately emphasized a certain word, and his slender fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup.

"I still don't know enough about your place..."

A faint blush suddenly appeared on the tips of Remlia's ears, faintly visible among her silver-blue hair.

She hummed softly, her fingertips unconsciously curling a strand of her hair:

"Then you can ask Patch when you have time..."

The voice unconsciously became lighter.

"She loves writing books. She must have recorded things from the past..."

Zhou Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and a low laugh escaped from his throat.

This reaction made the vampire lady tilt her head in confusion, a hint of doubt flashing in her scarlet eyes.

"what happened?"

"Actually, I asked Patch about these things..."

Zhou Yuan looked at her gently, with a gentle light in his eyes.

He paused deliberately, watching Remlia approach curiously, before continuing:

"Guess what she said?"

Remlia blinked, and her sharp fangs unconsciously bit her lower lip:

"How to say?"

Zhou Yuan suddenly leaned forward, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive ear tips:

"she says..."

His voice was very low, with a hint of mischief.

"'Why don't you ask Remi about those things any night? You'll have a lot of time together anyway, so why not get closer?'"

Remlia was stunned for a moment, and her fair cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Yuan took the opportunity to gently blow a breath of hot air towards her delicate earlobe:

"so..."

His voice was low and ambiguous.

"Are you free tonight?"

The Queen of the Night's long eyelashes trembled, and ripples appeared in her ruby-red eyes.

She opened her mouth, about to answer—

"Hey! You unscrupulous couple!"

Musashi's energetic voice suddenly broke the beauty.

The swordsman with a light pink high bun stood at the entrance of the spiral staircase with his hands on his hips, his wooden clogs making crisp sounds on the mahogany floor.

"How long are you going to keep talking to yourself?"

She waved her arms exaggeratedly, and the sleeves of her feather woven robe fluttered.

"You kidnapped someone else's Master like that? At least buy me a cup of tea!"

A vein suddenly popped up on Remlia's forehead, and all the tenderness and affection she had just shown disappeared in an instant.

"You talk too much!"

She flapped her bat wings angrily, and dark red magic flowed around the edges of the wings.

But in the end, she curled her lips under Zhou Yuan's soothing gaze and waved to Sakuya who was waiting beside her.

"...Prepare tea and snacks for her."

The silver-haired head maid bowed gracefully, the moonlight casting tiny specks of light on her delicate face.

The corners of her mouth curled up in an almost imperceptible arc, and a hint of understanding flashed in her silver-gray eyes:

"As you command, young lady."

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"Well!"

The warrior girl's eyes suddenly lit up like stars. She held the exquisite refreshments in her hands, an expression of undisguised surprise on her face.

Her pink ponytail swayed gently with her cheerful movements, emitting a warm glow in the sunlight.

“It’s so delicious!”

She cheered like a child who had discovered a treasure, and even stomped her clogs on the floor happily.

Remlia was too lazy to pay attention to this noisy servant and flapped her bat wings back to the room early, leaving Zhou Yuan alone to face this energetic swordsman.

Of course, not entirely alone—

Bawanshi and Melyuchina sat on his left and right, like two guardian gods.

Bawanshi's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the table, a wary glint in his grey eyes;

Melyuchina leaned lazily on the back of the chair, while the silver dragon's tail drew a wary arc on the carpet.

"So what are you going to do?"

Zhou Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking with interest at Miyamoto Musashi who was eating heartily.

The sunlight filtered through the stained glass, casting colorful shadows on her orange haori.

"Do you still want to take Marisa away by force?"

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became tense.

An ominous red magic emanated from Bawanshi's fingertips, and Melyuchina's pupils shrank slightly.

Both of them were ready to take action at any time.

Musashi just swallowed the last bite of pastry with satisfaction and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

She raised her head, and her blue eyes were surprisingly clear:

"How could that happen~"

She laughed heartily, folding her hands behind her head.

"I am very sensible about current affairs!"

This unexpected answer left the three of them stunned.

Musashi took the opportunity to pick up another cookie and squinted his eyes like a cat that had caught a fish.

"Moreover..."

She winked slyly.

"The dim sum here is so delicious, I don't want to leave~"

Melyuchina's dragon tail suddenly stopped swinging, and Bawanshi held her forehead speechlessly.

Zhou Yuan looked at this Servant who showed no sign of nervousness, and suddenly found it a little funny——

This is probably what is called "the object resembles its owner".

(This master-slave pair is truly a perfect match...)

He sighed silently in his heart, his eyes unconsciously drifting towards the basement -

There, a black and white mouse was looking eagerly at the tea party below through the gap in the railings.

Chapter 88 Let’s have a barrage…uh, a normal duel!

"How did you sneak out?"

Zhou Yuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, his eyes fixed on the furtive black and white figure at the second-floor railing.

Marisa had broken free from her restraints at some point, her black witch hat hanging askew on her head, with a few strands of broken magic ropes tangled in her golden hair, making her look like a butterfly that had just escaped from a spider web.

He couldn't help but chuckle, tapping the edge of the teacup with his fingertips, his tone filled with sincere admiration: