Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

When Charles thought of this, he suddenly couldn't help but smile.

At this moment, a confused, childish voice suddenly came from his arms:

"You...what are you laughing at..."

Charles looked into his arms and found that Laceel had woken up at some point and was staring at him with half-open and half-closed sleepy eyes. When she noticed that he was looking at her, she even greeted him very naturally:

"Morning...morning."

"...Morning." Charles replied subconsciously.

Lacey hummed twice in response.

Then, perhaps because she felt uncomfortable in this position, she turned over.

From lying prone to lying down.

She turned her back to Charles and squirmed in his arms, trying to find a more comfortable position. Then, as if she had not woken up yet, coupled with the effects of low blood sugar, her mind was hazy and she suddenly felt something was wrong -

It felt like something was resting on her legs, which was a bit strange.

"what……"

She muttered, reached out her hand, grasped it, and felt it up and down, trying to determine the shape of the thing.

But as she touched it, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

She was no longer sleepy.

Like her, Charles had completely lost the last bit of sleepiness.

He held onto Lacier's dishonest hand with mixed feelings, but he didn't do anything. He just couldn't help but asked quietly:

"Does it feel good?"

"..."

Lacier froze in her tracks, and after a while she explained in a low voice:

"I...I didn't mean it! How about...just pretend nothing happened?"

As she said this, she tried to pull her hand back.

Charles did not stop her, but hugged her shoulders from behind, gently rested his chin on her head, sniffed the scent of golden roses coming from her hair, slowly closed his eyes, and did nothing.

He felt more at ease than ever before.

This suddenly reminded him of Rachel, who was split into two because of a wish in Diesel.

As a priest, she stayed by his side, but as a witch, she was gradually fading away.

Just like before——

He would lose her again.

Charles unconsciously hugged Lacie in his arms tightly, and then he whispered to her:

"You know what? After Diesel destroyed the limited wish machine and brought you back to me, I really wanted to tell you..."

He paused, then slowly buried his face in the crook of Lacier's neck, with a softness and vulnerability that had never been exposed to anyone before, and he said:

“This time, I finally caught up.”

Then came a low sigh, mixed with happiness and satisfaction:

"……very nice."

He felt Lacele's body stiffen in his arms.

It was as if she had not expected him to say such a thing and was therefore at a loss...but he was very curious about what she would think after this.

He thought about many possibilities.

But he didn't expect that Lacier suddenly called his name:

"Ciel?"

"Ok?"

"Fool."

"what?"

"If I say you're stupid, then you're stupid, and you're not allowed to refute me!"

"……Oh."

Charles remained silent.

At this moment, he felt the girl in his arms suddenly move.

She grabbed his hands, gently pried them apart, then turned around and slithered up a little so that she was at eye level with him, or even taller than him.

"No," she grumbled softly, "Why are you so tall? It's not fair! Can't you give me some height?"

Ciel didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He wanted to say "Okay," but that was something he couldn't do, so he could only do what Rachel said and smile like an idiot.

"Oh, what a stupid smile."

Rachel made a sharp comment on this.

Charles wanted to retort, but before he could open his mouth, Lacie suddenly pinched his cheek.

The girl's hands are small, soft and warm to the touch.

Then, the hand gently brushed across his earlobe, his temples, and finally reached the top of his head.

She touched his head gently.

Charles was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Lacie's face.

He saw Rachel smiling at him.

That smile was so dazzling, even more dazzling than his light magic, but it didn't make people feel unapproachable at all.

Then, the petite girl put one arm around his shoulders and stroked his back, while with the other hand she gently pressed his head, making him bury his head in her chest.

The nose is filled with the sweet scent of golden roses and a faint aroma of milk.

He heard Lacie make a soft "hmm..." sound, somewhat uncomfortable, and her breathing became noticeably faster.

But she still didn't let him go, instead she imitated what he had done before and gently rested her chin on his head.

"Here..." she heard him say, "there's no one else except the two of us, so..."

She patted his back awkwardly, her voice sweet and soft:

"If you feel tired, sad, or wronged, and you can't find anyone to talk to..."

She paused, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against Charles's. She was inexplicably shy, but she still looked boldly into Charles' eyes and told him:

"It's okay, please... just tell me as much as you want!"

Her blue eyes seemed to be sparkling.

A feeling he had never felt before filled Charles' body, a warm current that made him feel particularly reassured.

He suddenly felt his eyes getting a little sore.

But he didn't cry in the end. He just forced a smile at Lacie.

"Ah."

He hugged Lacie tightly.

Then, he suddenly heard Lacey say:

"Please don't be polite to me, oh, all... all of you buddies!"

"..."

Ciel suddenly wasn't so moved anymore.

Still buddies, still buddies, still buddies!

He couldn't help but grab Rachel's right hand, pull it between them, gently pinch Rachel's ring finger, show her the ring she was wearing there, and ask:

"what is this?"

"Ring... a ring."

"What ring?"

"Gold, golden rose ring."

"Say it again?"

"It's...it's the golden rose ring." Lacie looked away guiltily.

"No," Ciel corrected, "it's an engagement ring."

Laceel wanted to refute, but she didn't dare to, so she just acted like a cowardly lizard:

"Oh, an engagement ring... just an engagement ring."

"Then what should you call me?"

"...Uh, stupid hero?" Laceer played dumb, "Servant? Or maybe Ciel, I used to call you that."

"..."

Hard, Charles' fist hardened.

He took a deep breath, quickly grabbed Rachel's wrists, and lifted them high above her head.

"Hey hey hey!" The witch was really dumbfounded. "No, why are you so angry?"

The brave man replied with gritted teeth:

"Think carefully about what you should call me now!"

[To be continued]

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3. Make a decision

In the end, Lacele still didn't call Charles husband.

Accepting the ring does not mean she agrees to the proposal.

Besides, can that be called a proposal?

That's clearly called kidnapping!

He pressed her down on the bed, kissed and hugged her until she was dizzy and couldn't think straight. Then he took the opportunity to take out the ring and asked her if she was willing to marry him...

The final result?

Whether you are willing or not, you will have to endure it.

Damn it, brave man!

He has already agreed to the proposal and still wants her to call him hubby. So he is the only one who can take all the benefits, right?!

That’s about it!

She won’t scream!

The price of being stubborn was not as severe as she had imagined. On the contrary, Charles only punished her a little... a little, leaving her legs so weak that she could only limp forward.

Lacie slowly moved from the bed to the outside of the door, and slowly sat down on the recliner, her calves trembling and her whole body sore.

Was it because he had been trying to endure for the past three years? Or was it a side effect of his strong physique?

In short, Charles, who seemed to be reserved, reliable and abstinent, would suddenly turn into a beast in bed. And although she usually told dirty jokes to tease Charles every day, she would be exposed and meowed every time in actual combat, and she would throw away her weapons and armor, and be defeated.