Regardless of her moon-like elven appearance, her gentle and kind heart, or her solitary and lonely demeanor, she constantly attracted him, especially the latter, as it was almost as if they were cut from the same mold.
“…I’ve been put under an incredible spell.”
Realizing this, Fia’s cheeks began to flush red.
She hadn’t noticed the changes in herself until now.
If it weren’t for Claire’s kiss that afternoon, she might have taken a long time to realize the admiration hidden in her heart.
Love is just like that.
In the beginning, when it’s just a stage of fondness, people choose to deliberately get closer to each other.
By the time they realize they are actually infatuated with the other person, they’ve already moved past the stage of mere fondness and become deeply entangled, unable to extricate themselves.
Now, she was caught in it too.
Fia couldn’t help but cover her head with a pillow and roll around on the bed.
Damn it, she had actually fallen for someone, and she hadn’t spoken to Claire all afternoon.
How was she supposed to face Claire tomorrow?
After all, to Claire, that kiss was probably just an ordinary action to avoid danger, without any other meaning.
Only she was foolishly tangled up in it, unable to sleep even now.
Realizing this, Fia couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Maybe Claire just saw her as someone slightly special among the masses.
This feeling of not being valued made Fia feel unwilling.
Her thoughts were like tangled yarn, impossible to unravel no matter what.
It was too hard to speak of, too embarrassing.
She had only been in this other world for less than a week, and her heart had already been captured.
Saying it out loud would surely make people laugh.
What frustrated Fia even more was that even though she knew her behavior would make people laugh, her admiration for Claire hadn’t diminished, and she had lost completely.
It must be because she had little experience interacting with people before, so when she met someone willing to listen to her, who was also understanding and very cute, she couldn’t help but feel fondness.
It must be because of her lack of exposure—repeating this in her heart only emphasized the fact that she had already placed her heart with Claire.
For a moment, the intense shyness made Fia wrap herself tightly in the blanket, turning into a comical caterpillar-like shape.
Now, even looking Claire in the eye had become difficult.
Fia couldn’t help but shrink her head into the blanket.
Then, the memory of Claire’s kiss that afternoon resurfaced in her mind.
The warmth of her lips and chest, the fragrance that filled her nostrils, the emerald eyes fluttering close by, and the hot breath brushing against her face, even the moisture left on Claire’s lips afterward, all haunted her.
It was as if this scene had just happened a second ago, and Claire’s body had just separated from hers.
She couldn’t sleep at all.
The only sound left in the room was the moonlight of midsummer streaming through the window.
She decided to go out for a walk.
Taking a deep breath, Fia sprang up from the bed.
She needed some time to calm down—perhaps she could also think about how to solve the curse on Claire during this opportunity.
Since she hadn’t eaten or bathed after returning to the clinic and was still wearing the black dress from the afternoon, Fia left her room without tidying up and entered the hallway.
It was already close to midnight, and the clinic was extremely quiet.
She moved forward quietly, passing by Anastasia’s room.
She was forced to stop.
It wasn’t because someone was standing in front of her, but because she heard movement from Anastasia’s room, and she could faintly hear Anastasia’s voice.
So late at night, who was Anastasia talking to? A question mark popped up in Fia’s mind.
Anastasia had been investigating the Unsinkable Moon all day, and Fia hadn’t had a chance to talk to her.
In the evening, her mind was blank, and her responses to Anastasia were mostly perfunctory words like “yes,”
“hmm,” and “okay.” Now that she had regained her composure, if Anastasia wasn’t asleep, she should apologize for not responding properly in the afternoon.
With this thought, Fia approached the door like a little cat, quietly.
The door wasn’t locked, and the candlelight inside the room cast through the gaps between the wooden door and the frame onto the hallway.
The previously inaudible voice was now very clear.
“Dofilia…” Anastasia’s call made Fia’s body stiffen.
Had she been discovered? Just as Fia was about to knock on the door, Anastasia’s voice came again from the room.
“Mm…” The tone was somewhat subtle.
Had Anastasia not noticed her? Instinctively, Fia tilted her head and peeked through the crack in the door into the room.
Then, her ruby-like pupils instantly widened.
Unlike her usual appearance with a cloak, Anastasia was only wearing black underwear, and even that wasn’t properly worn.
Her back leaned against the headboard, one hand holding the blanket in front of her, while the other was hidden between her legs, out of Fia’s sight.
That mature face, usually giving a reliable impression, now showed no trace of firmness.
Not only that, she was lowering her head, exhaling hot breaths, and softly calling Fia’s name with inviting lips.
The blue markings on her side face made her lustful expression incredibly enchanting, and her exposed fair skin was tinged with a layer of passionate pink.
Her blue eyes were filled with heat and allure, making the air in the room seem thick.
Normally, such a scene would feel obscene, but Anastasia’s golden hair covering her entire back and the pointed ears representing the noble aura of an elf instantly turned this scene into one of captivating allure.
Especially the curves of her chest and thighs outlined by the moonlight, the astonishing arcs made it hard to look away.
“Dofilia…” Calling Fia’s name again, Anastasia’s breathing gradually grew louder.
Her right hand no longer held the blanket tightly but moved to her left shoulder’s magic surge.
The moment her fingers touched the crystal, Anastasia’s whole body shuddered, and then she trembled even more violently, her voice growing louder with her calls.
Hmm… Very politely, Fia withdrew her gaze and carefully retreated back to her room step by step.
She had seen something incredible.
So Anastasia and the elf princess had this kind of relationship—no, she hadn’t sensed Anastasia’s feelings before, so it must be that Anastasia secretly admired her, and they hadn’t formed a substantial relationship.
Even so, Fia still felt a bit strange.
She had clearly seen earlier that there was a small-sized white underwear next to Anastasia, which obviously didn’t belong to Anastasia.
Fia didn’t need to be told to know it was hers.
It seemed that tomorrow she wouldn’t know how to face Claire, nor how to face Anastasia.
The worst part was that she had to pretend not to know anything to avoid awkwardness.
This wasn’t a joke.
Just thinking about Anastasia on the other side of the wall, imagining her in her mind, made Fia restless—she didn’t feel disgusted, just at a loss, not knowing what to do.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
