Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 621: Gap Date

Chapter 621: Gap Date

After the two shared a defining kiss, they were like dry kindling eting a fierce fire, the Weaver girl encountering Cowherd, and hastily found a nearby hotel. As soon as the room door opened, they threw themselves onto the bed and rolled into a tangled heap…

Hehehe…

“Your drool is dripping,” Aske remarked with a grin as he watched dea fall into so inexplicable fantasy.

dea silently wiped the corner of her mouth, thinking that now that she’d made it to first base, it was ti to move on to the second stage—more intimate bodily contact.

Once Aske got used to this close touching, she could then take it further in one fell swoop, to get him into a hotel room.

Her mind buzzing with unfulfilled desire, she started getting restless with the hands that hugged Aske, stealthily reaching down when he was not paying attention.

But then—snap—Aske caught her red-handed.

“What are you doing?” Aske furrowed his brows and asked.

“What’s that bulging in your pocket?” dea said with a sly grin, “Let have a look.”

“Just a wallet,” Aske replied.

“I don’t believe it,” dea said as she rubbed her hands together in anticipation, “I need to check it for myself.”

With no other option, Aske took out his wallet from his pocket to show her.

“And?” dea was clearly dissatisfied.

“That’s it.” Aske patted his thigh, signaling his pocket was empty.

“I don’t believe it, let check!” dea grabbed at his waistband, pretending to reach in, only to be stopped by Aske grabbing her chin firmly, leaving her squawking uncomfortably just like a goose gripped by the neck.

“Woman, you’re playing with fire,” Aske sternly warned her.

“I want to do you… no, I an, I like you,” dea’s words were muffled as Aske’s grip on her cheek forced them out unclearly, “Are you tired? Should we go get a room first?”

“You an to rest?” Aske’s brow furrowed.

“Yes, yes,” dea quickly nodded.

“But, I refuse,” Aske let go of her, “Keep your dirty hands to yourself.”

Here we go again! Squad Leader’s steel-hard straight-man mode… dea felt helpless inside, knowing it was her own lovestruck impatience that had aroused his caution.

However, not one to give up easily, the Enchanting Demon tried to recover gracefully:

“So, can I be tired? I’d like to get a room to rest.”

“Sure. If you’re really not up to it, we can end today’s activities early…” Aske pretended to be considerate, infuriating dea. She imdiately backtracked:

“I’m not tired anymore, let’s continue having fun.”

“Really? Don’t overexert yourself,” Aske feigned concern.

“I’m really not tired…” dea felt like crying—not from tiredness but from frustration. She could see right through him; Aske’s obtuseness and feigned indifference were all an act.

This man was absolutely terrible!

She walked ahead sulkily, but soon she regained her cheer and energy.

After all, this was a world belonging to her and Aske.

In the Normandy Palace, Sigrdrifa’s “familial test” was underway.

The thod of testing bloodlines involved drawing a tube of blood from Sigrdrifa and placing it in a room along with twenty-sothing bottles of other people’s fresh blood, after which they would send in a Fenrisulfr Wolf.

These extraordinary creatures had a “bloodthirst” ability that allowed them to differentiate the minutest variations in blood through their sense of sll. Having been fed the blood of the Otwell family for many years, it could even accurately pick out the mber of the Otwell family from the blood of hundreds of people.

Once the wolf entered the room, it slowly circled around the bottles on the ground—causing Sigrdrifa to grow a little anxious—then it stopped beside a particular bottle, the very one containing Sigrdrifa’s blood, lowered its head to sniff, and then stuck out its tongue and started to lick.

As a result, the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, feeling sowhat relaxed, and also a bit regretful.

The relaxation was because this white-haired girl was indeed of the Otwell family’s bloodline, and judging by the Fenrisulfr Wolf’s straightforward reaction, the purity of her bloodline was quite high.

The pity was due to the fact that since the North Wind Axe had acknowledged her as its master and she was a mber of the family, it wouldn’t be easy to use crude thods to wrest the divine artifact away from her.

Of course, not everyone thought this way. So who were simple-minded and accustod to acting with impunity had already begun to consider how to coerce or entice her into relinquishing the weapon’s ownership.

“In that case, Sigrdrifa is indeed from our Otwell bloodline,” Iron Arm William said solemnly, his cold gaze sweeping around the room, which dampened any ill intentions the others might have harbored. After all, as the current head of the family, maintaining order and stability within the clan ant he must exert authority to stop most of the infighting.

Of course, that only applied to the overt strife. As for what the children did to each other behind closed doors—fighting, brawling, or even killing—he generally wouldn’t interfere.

If you couldn’t beat soone, then you might as well cry out for help and let the elders of the clan intervene—except that, for a Norman, crying out for help ant giving up a warrior’s dignity. From then on, you’d be of equal status to won and children within the clan, with no special privileges to speak of.

“dea,” Sigrdrifa said silently after a mont of silence, calling out in her mind, “I… passed the family’s bloodline test.”

“It seems I really am from the Otwell family. Robert is indeed my biological father.”

“But I’m a bit unhappy.”

“Mother never talked about Father, and I think she definitely didn’t want to et with Robert.”

“dea, are you listening?”

“I am, I am,” dea murmured absently, then placing the wreath on her head, she asked Aske, “Does this look good on ?”

“Very beautiful,” replied Aske absentmindedly, annoying dea enough that she pinched his waist hard.

“Oh,” Sigrdrifa sighed as they left the room, continuing, “My feelings are very complicated right now.”

“Seems like I’ve failed my mother’s expectations. dea, can you ask Aske for ? I’ve heard from Nora and Miel that the Squad Leader is very good at giving guidance and hearing confessions…”

“Just get stronger, that’s it,” dea interrupted impatiently.

Sigrdrifa: ???

“He’ll definitely say ‘If you get stronger, you can solve your problems,’ or ‘This problem of yours can just be solved by getting stronger,'” dea explained rapidly, “I’m not sure of the exact words, but it’s along those lines.”

“I don’t understand,” Sigrdrifa asked, confused, “Why would getting stronger make my mother forgive ?”

“Because once you’re strong, you won’t be thinking about these questions,” answered dea flippantly.

“dea…” Sigrdrifa started to say with a wry smile.

But dea had already stopped paying attention to her ramblings; now she seed like a little wife out for a walk with her husband, holding Aske’s arm lightly, buzzing with excitent as she browsed the marketplace.

Sigrdrifa had no choice but to follow Robert and the others in silence, speechless.