AWWEWNR Chapter 51

So, I have no choice but to use the Empress? 

 

As long as I’ve held the Empress’s hand, I was hoping to avoid her as much as possible, but that stupid Brandz… 

 

‘Hmph… There’s no point in getting upset, I’d rather teach her a lesson.’

 

With a short sigh, Rosaryn flopped down on the couch. 

 

She glanced over at the maid, who was cleaning up the broken items under her watchful eye, then remembered Tharrott and asked the maid.

 

“Where is my brother?”

 

“He’s in his office.”

 

‘I thought he’d be nervous, but here he is, working himself into this mess.’

 

Well, I suppose it’s more complicated than stressful to have to embrace a woman he doesn’t like, and it’s a small consolation to Tharo that it failed.

 

With a short sigh, Rosaryn rose to her feet and told the maid that she needed to freshen up again, who bowed and went outside to call for people.

 

Contrary to Rosaryn’s expectations, Tharrott had been sitting at his desk in his office since the morning with a stiff erection. 

 

He had prepared thoroughly, and all he had to do was wait for Rosaryn to bring her over for tea, but his heart was racing like a child’s first misbehavior, and he couldn’t get a grip on anything.

 

Despite the fact that he was going to the trouble of deliberately thinking of a business deal that wasn’t going well, he couldn’t seem to get his erection under control. 

 

His thoughts were interrupted by visions of Hanaella’s magnificent display of defeating demons, and the nervousness of doing something nasty for the first time in his life was at its peak.

 

But when the butler informed her that Rosaryn had returned alone, a complicated sense of disappointment washed over him at the realization that he would not be able to use the little room he had so painstakingly prepared. 

 

He heard the words of failure from Rosaryn’s own lips as she entered his office, and the dismay grew into a sense of loss.

 

“Who knew that stupid Brandz would stab me in the back.”

 

Watching Rosaryn speak with a hand to her forehead and a hint of irritation in her voice, Tharrott paused for a moment, then asked her who had organized Brandz’s tea party. 

 

When she replied that she hadn’t asked that question, Rosaryn seemed to think hard about something, then shook her head and said it wasn’t Hanaella.

 

“No, she didn’t. Brandz said it wasn’t her.”

 

“Do you believe her? What if she found out and did it…”

 

“No. She may be stupid, but she’s no liar.”

 

“…Right.”

 

“In any case, since using Brandz to bring Hanaella home has failed, we need to meet with the Princess.”

 

“Her Highness?”

 

“Yep. We’re going to use Her Highness.”

 

Rosaryn said with a twinkle in her eye.

 

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After confirming that Rosaryn had sent a letter to the Princess Leige asking to meet with her, Edward hurriedly sent a message to Hanaella.

 

He could have traveled to Ariel himself, but he thought it’s best to invite her to come to his home where he could see the promised black magic at his leisure, so he enclosed an invitation.

 

Ever since he’d gotten Hanaella’s call about stopping by that afternoon, he’d felt a little unfocused. 

 

No, actually, I hadn’t been able to get her face out of my head since I met her the other day.

 

Of course, I knew she was beautiful, and I’ve met a lot of beautiful women. But there was something different about her. 

 

Maybe it was because she was different from the rest of the nobility, or maybe it was because she was Hayden’s witch.

 

I’d only seen her a couple of times, but I couldn’t get her out of my head.

 

And now that I knew I was about to meet her, my heart started racing like a teenage boy for some reason. 

 

It had never happened before, but now that I could finally see the dark magic with my own two eyes, it was hard to calm my heart.

 

‘It’s not fair, I know, but I can’t believe I’m being such a little kid.’

 

Edward’s eyes narrowed at the unseemly emotion.

 

In the afternoon, when he was informed that Hanaella had arrived in his private reception room, he quickly closed his papers and rose to his feet. His aide’s eyes widened at his behavior, which he had never seen before, but didn’t seem to mind.

 

Arriving at the reception room, Edward pushed open the door and swallowed hard when he saw Hanaella, wearing a modest dress and her long, flowing hair. 

 

His heart began to race even more than before when he saw her.

 

He had tried to date a few noblewomen when he was younger, but for various reasons, including his status and the way they looked at him, he had gotten a headache before he even had the chance to date one.

 

He was ostracized from his social circle for having tea with them, and he was subjected to all sorts of insulting rumors for speaking to them. 

 

After that, Edward never associated himself with a noblewoman.

 

Of course, now that he was past the age of marriage, and their interest in him had waned. 

 

Nothing would happen to him if he were to partner with them on a hunting expedition, but he still felt uncomfortable around noblewomen. 

 

He was much more accustomed to the free-spirited and relaxed commoner women.

 

It never occurred to the Duke of the Empire that he would ever meet a commoner, so the commoner women he met didn’t know he was a Duke. 

 

He didn’t make his title known to the women he met. He knew that one day he would have to marry a noblewoman for the sake of his family, but until that day came, he would remain the Head of Norwen’s House of Justice and only meet commoner women.

 

But now that he saw Hanaella, he felt his heart stir a little. 

 

For some reason, I felt a curiosity in her that I had never felt in a noblewoman. No, it was more like favor than curiosity. 

 

There was something about her that was different from the other noble girls.

 

It was oddly striking, considering she wasn’t even his type. 

 

Edward watched her stare at him, wondering if it was due to the dark magic of Hayden’s witch.

 

Hanaella bows to Edward, who stares at her. He returned the gesture and sat down across from her.

 

Normally, I would have wasted no time and quickly discussed business, but for some reason, I felt like having a leisurely cup of tea with Hanaella. 

 

So, instead of starting with business as usual, I asked her what kind of tea she liked. 

 

Surprisingly, she responded in a sweet and gentle way.

 

💫

 

After finishing practicing on the training grounds, Shia went to the shower, and as he soaped up the bubbles on the bath cloth, he immediately blushed as he remembered washing Hanaella’s body. 

 

It hadn’t been this way since he’d made love to Hanaella, and it made his bottom tingle every time he thought about it.

 

Shia stretched out straight and took his erect member in his hand. 

 

Slowly, he moved his hand around, then stopped and used the bath cloth in his left hand to lather it up. 

 

Then, wrapping it around the manhood again, he began to stroke it. 

 

With each stroke of the slippery shaft, a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine and through his body.

 

“Ha…”

 

Shia tilted his head up and let out a low sigh. 

 

As sexy as it was, there was no one around to see it.

 

With a quick, popping, stroking motion, he felt a rush of arousal. 

 

Shia tried to control the feeling as he stimulated himself, knowing that he had embarrassingly quick release when he was with Hanaella.

 

If he had done it right then and there, he could have held out a little longer for the second time. 

 

But he couldn’t bring himself to say that he wanted to do it again, and Hanaella seemed to be satisfied with that one time, so he returned to the lair with a heavy heart.

 

‘When are you going to call me again.’ 

 

Shia quickly ran a hand over his glans, recalling the act with Hanaella. 

 

He’d planned to train himself to hold back his bursts and resist the urge to spew. 

 

But the moment he thought of Hanaella rocking her hips and moaning on top of him, his erection betrayed his head and spurted a torrent of fluid.