"You listen here! So things can be joked about, but don't you dare spew nonsense!" Luo Qing suddenly tensed, his voice sharp. "Explain yourself! What do you an by 'my wives'?!"
"Hmph, who else? Those won you've been involved with before," Furina replied, folding her arms smugly. "They've co to Fontaine looking for you. Let's see how long you can keep hiding in ropide Fortress now."
"..."
Luo Qing fell silent.
If Furina had figured out the truth about his relationships with Makoto and the others, then she was probably telling the truth. Makoto and the rest of his... wives might very well have secretly traveled to Fontaine.
"I've got things to do. We'll talk later."
With that, Luo Qing's voice vanished from Furina's mind.
"Tch, this guy..."
Furina fud, glaring at the oversized pillow she'd nad after him. She couldn't resist kicking it a few tis in frustration.
He barely talks to for over two weeks, and now, after just a few words, he bolts the mont he hears his wives are here?!
What, they're more important than ?!
---
On the other side, Luo Qing had severed the connection with Furina, though his heart raced with an inexplicable nervousness.
Initially, he hadn't wanted Makoto and the others to co to Fontaine because of the perceived risks posed by Neuvillette and Furina.
But now that he knew Furina was a harmless airhead and Neuvillette had a more peaceful disposition, those concerns no longer held water.
Even if Makoto and the others wanted to visit, he wouldn't stop them.
Still, what puzzled him was why Makoto would co unannounced—and with his entire harem in tow.
Could this be... a confrontation?
Focusing his thoughts, Luo Qing reached out through the Void Network.
"Hey, Nahida, are you there?"
Seconds later, the network shimred with a soft green light, forming the silhouette of the petite Archon.
"Daddy?"
Back in his ho, Nahida sat nestled in Bu'er's arms. Glancing at Makoto, who sat nearby, she hesitated for a mont before softly replying, "Daddy, is sothing wrong?"
"I heard from Furina that Makoto and the others have co to Fontaine. Is that true?"
"Well..."
Nahida glanced at Makoto for guidance. Makoto gave a subtle nod but said nothing.
"It's not just Auntie Makoto," Nahida admitted. "Mom and the others ca too."
"What?!" Luo Qing gasped, his heart skipping a beat.
"Put Makoto on," he said after catching his breath.
"Alright," Nahida replied obediently. She turned to Makoto, who nodded again before stepping into view.
Monts later, the Void Network shimred again, and Makoto's elegant figure materialized.
"Luo Qing," she greeted with a teasing smile, her projection imdiately leaning into his embrace as if snuggling.
"It's been so long, husband~"
"..."
"Did you miss ?"
"..." Luo Qing sighed, gently wrapping an arm around Makoto's waist. No matter how many questions swirled in his mind, he couldn't bring himself to scold her.
"Why are you here?" he asked softly.
"Because I missed you," Makoto replied with a playful pout, her deanor both girlishly sweet and maturely alluring. "So, we all decided to co."
"Why didn't you tell in advance?" Luo Qing asked, his tone carrying a faint hint of reproach.
Makoto nuzzled against his chest, her voice taking on a coy lilt. "Because if I told you, you'd just say sothing like, 'The situation in Fontaine is unstable. It's too dangerous for you to co,' wouldn't you?"
"..."
Luo Qing couldn't argue. She was absolutely right.
Spending too much ti with Furina had made him almost forget what a sharp and capable god Makoto was. Compared to Furina's scatterbrained antics, Makoto's intellect and cunning were leagues ahead.
"Well, we're here now," Makoto said, looking up at him with a playful sparkle in her eyes. "You wouldn't send us back after all the trouble we went through to get here, would you? We're exhausted, you know~"
"..." Luo Qing found himself at a loss for words.
The way Makoto kept calling him husband—so sweetly and effortlessly—was throwing him off balance.
How has she gotten even better at this?! Is she secretly practicing ways to ss with ?!
"Alright, alright," Luo Qing sighed, his tone softening. "Since you're already here, there's no way I'd send you back. Let finish up in Fontaine, and then I'll take you all on a proper vacation."
"Good~" Makoto nodded, her expression radiant. "We'll wait at ho like good girls. Just don't keep us waiting too long, okay?"
"I'll need a little more ti..." Luo Qing said, his thoughts drifting.
According to Wriothesley, the pressure under the chanical valve containing the Primordial Water was steadily rising. Any day now, it could breach its seal.
With Lumine's penchant for causing chaos wherever she went, it wouldn't be surprising if her presence expedited the inevitable disaster. Luo Qing had no choice but to stay in ropide Fortress a little longer.
"Take your ti," Makoto replied sweetly. "We'll be here, waiting for you~"
"Alright," Luo Qing said with a nod.
Just as he was about to remind her not to cause trouble or get too close to Furina, Makoto cut him off with a mischievous smile.
"Anyway, *husband~, it's bath ti with my sisters now. We'll chat again later, okay~?"
With that, Makoto's projection vanished, leaving Luo Qing speechless.
"..."
For a mont, he stared blankly at the empty space, the words he'd been about to say stuck in his throat.
Beside him, Nahida had been waiting patiently the entire ti. Seeing her sitting there so quietly, his heart ward.
At least my daughter's always reliable.
"Co on, Nahida," he said, smiling gently. "Let's watch so cartoons together."
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anwhile
As soon as Makoto disconnected, her deanor shifted entirely. The sweet, affectionate wife disappeared, replaced by the poised and authoritative leader of the household.
Looking around the room, she noticed her sisters—Theresa, Rosalyne, and Bu'er—all staring at her with wide-eyed disbelief.
"What?" Makoto asked, spreading her hands in mock innocence. "Why are you all looking at like that?"
"Makoto," Theresa finally said, her tone incredulous. "What was that?!"
"If I don't talk to him like that," Makoto replied matter-of-factly, "he'll scold !"
"..."
For a mont, the room was silent.
Then, as if on cue, the sisters burst into laughter.
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T/N: played like a fiddle
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