Ellis quietly enjoyed these reactions from Silas. He enjoyed the warm, soft sensation being transmitted through his hands... and at that mont, he made his decision.
He would stop holding back... and fondle those breasts to his heart's content!
With that firm resolution, he moved into action without hesitation... and imdiately noticed the wavering in her voice grow more pronounced.
Even so, he didn't stop.
... Absorbed in the pleasant sensation beneath his fingers, Ellis still kept a small part of his mind focused on her explanation, just in case there was so important piece of information hidden among the rambling.
... But was Silas even capable of giving a coherent explanation in her current state?
Unfortunately, no.
Unable to voice any objections to his behavior, and perhaps unwilling to move his hand, Silas found herself overwheld by thoughts of how things had reached this point.
Should she have refused him the very first ti he asked for her permission?
... That was impossible. She had felt genuinely happy when he touched her. She didn't want to reject him or place any kind of barrier between them either, especially not when it ca to sothing he desired from her.
Even if... even if it was an action he likely didn't understand the aning behind.
But, while feeling thoroughly embarrassed by the kind of situation she was experiencing for the first ti in her life, Silas still felt fortunate.
Because those hands belonged to Adrian... the prince she had already decided to devote the rest of her life to.
She had once expected that, after her injury, her fate would be to beco so noble's discarded plaything... But instead, here she was.
Realizing she was letting her thoughts drift toward useless things, Silas shook her head and looked down.
At the small hand that now seed determined to reshape the very form of her breast.
And once again, she couldn't help but ask herself:
'Where is this strength even coming from?'
It didn't feel like sothing that should belong to a six-month-old baby, after all.
Naturally, it hadn't reached the point of being rough or forceful—nothing like that.
But Silas was certain: a child this age shouldn't possess such strength.
'Even in this area, the prince is too brilliant!'
She couldn't help but praise him inwardly, her heart caught between helpless laughter and awe. He was growing... far too energetic.
Unaware of Silas's thoughts, and after spending so ti fondling her breasts, through clothes that didn't do much to dull the sensation, Ellis finally began shifting his focus back to organizing his newly gained information.
He thought about everything he had learned over the past six months, linking those observations with the fragnts he had gathered from Silas's scattered explanations.
And he felt like he could already start to piece together the larger picture of his current situation.
He had been born into a world where developnt seed to have stopped at sothing like the dieval period in his previous world.
A world that had magicians, knights, a church, and every other possible fantasy elent he had once only heard of in stories.
A world where mana was overwhelmingly abundant.
And the country in which he was born was a kingdom ruled by a royal family.
And he was the prince of it.
The eleventh one, in fact.
The Valere Kingdom was a place where magic reigned supre.
And the royal family that ruled over it stood at the very peak, recognized as the strongest in terms of magical prowess.
But was that all there was to it?
Ellis didn't think so.
There had to be more, so deeper justification for the royal family's legitimacy.
It was simply that Silas either didn't know, or hadn't said anything about it yet.
There was also the matter of his mother in this world.
It was a topic Silas didn't like to speak about. Still, he had been able to extract a few small details.
First, it seed she had a difficult, perhaps even tragic, past.
Second, she wasn't even officially a concubine... rely the woman of the king.
The king, his father in this life, was an old man, one who was apparently planning to na a crown prince within the next few years.
Which ant the current situation among his siblings was... volatile.
Delicate.
... And dangerous.
Even so, that was a piece of information Ellis was glad to have learned.
He was just a prince who hadn't even been alive for a full year yet, on top of that, he had been abandoned by both the king and his mother.
So... they wouldn't possibly think of eliminating him, right?
Ellis hoped that he appeared far too harmless for anyone to pay him any attention.
But aside from that, from what he had understood and heard so far, Ellis felt that his initial judgnt, that the power in this world was weak, could be wrong.
Of course, he couldn't fully trust the credibility of everything Silas had said, as even if she hadn't lied, there was always the possibility that she had been taught wrongly, and that the reality was different.
Even so, there were things that couldn't be faked.
Like the barrier surrounding the Tenebrous mountain... was there really sothing like that?
And had it truly existed since so long ago?
If that were the case, Ellis was sure that his stay in this world would truly be worthwhile.
Moreover, the descriptions of the spells the founder had supposedly cast.
Even if he downplayed the accounts as much as he could, he still felt they would be more powerful than a nuke.
The strongest weapon from his previous world.
Not to ntion that the test conducted on him, through which he had been deed talentless, its uselessness, was not the right criteria to judge everything by.
Suddenly noticing how quiet the room had beco, Ellis turned his head toward Silas, and upon seeing her expression, he finally stopped moving his hand.
Maybe that was enough for today.
He should show her so rcy.
... Still, he thought he ought to help her by fondling her breasts more often going forward, so she could get used to it!
Silas, for her part, felt it was an honor that the prince was doing this to her.
But even so, having her breasts played with for such a long ti was not only embarrassing... it had also made her increasingly sensitive.
So, being finally released from his grasp, she gently moved him to the side, stood up, and left the room.
She needed to distract herself.
From the many rude thoughts that had begun swirling in her mind... thoughts she was sure she shouldn't be having.
After all, he was still just a baby.
And knowing how wrong her feelings were only made her want to rebuke herself more.
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