The peaceful atmosphere of the Desmont western villa was abruptly shattered by Olivia’s incredulous gasp.
"...What the heck?!"
Olivia stared intently into her bag with a perplexed expression, pulling out a handful of items.
A hat no larger than her palm.
A face shield shaped like dragonfly eyes.
And sothing unidentifiable that she couldn’t begin to guess the purpose of.
Ricardo had insisted she bring these.
"Of all things, make sure to take this outfit with you."
"No way! I’m taking more chocolate instead!"
"If you take this, I’ll let you have more chocolate."
"How much?"
"Five pieces."
"Fiiiiiiive?! Fine!"
Even so, she had no idea why Ricardo had been so adamant about it.
"Hmmm..."
From the feel of it, it was clothing. The soft texture suggested it was ant to be worn, yet—
"This... is ridiculous."
Olivia frowned, pulling at what turned out to be a bikini top.
Stretching it with her hands, even biting at it to test its elasticity, she eventually let it snap back into place—only for it to smack her in the face like a rubber band.
"Ow! This stupid thing!"
Despite her irritation, Olivia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitent. She recalled the glamorous won she had seen in magazines wearing similar outfits. Maybe she could try to look as elegant as they did.
Smack!
Ricardo had explained,
"By the way, there’s a swimsuit in your luggage. You should wear it to the beach with Rosanna."
"A swimsuit? When did you pack that?"
"I added it when we were leaving the estate. You even said the color was pretty."
"...I did?"
"Yes. Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing it."
But now, looking at the tiny piece of clothing, Olivia felt skeptical.
"This can’t be right..."
She couldn’t imagine how her body was supposed to fit into sothing so small.
"Mom...?"
Rosanna, already dressed in a sleek black swimsuit, was admiring herself in the mirror, striking poses and muttering about whether her figure had improved.
"...White would look better on ."
Olivia, pouting, called out to her mother.
"Mom... help ."
Rosanna finally approached Olivia, who was wearing the bikini bottom on her head like a hat.
"Pfft! What are you doing?"
"I’m wearing my swimsuit!"
"That’s not how you wear it!"
With Rosanna’s assistance, Olivia finally managed to put on the bikini properly. Rosanna, looking her over, sighed in admiration.
"Even as my daughter, I have to admit... You look beautiful."
Rosanna felt a pang of defeat. In a ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) competition of femininity, her daughter’s youth and natural allure had clearly won.
anwhile, outside by the villa’s private beach, Ricardo and Darbav lay sprawled in the sand, both with nosebleeds.
"It was... a good life," Ricardo muttered, staring at the sky.
"I always knew the young lady was hiding sothing powerful, but I never expected it to be this overwhelming."
Pride swelled in Darbav’s voice as he wiped away his bloodied nose.
"And to think I got rejected ten tis before this mont."
"Ha ha ha!" Ricardo chuckled.
In unison, the two n sighed contentedly,
"It’s a happy life."
"Indeed, a happy life."
Though they wouldn’t be able to get up for a while, both agreed it had been worth it.
The beach was quiet, save for the occasional teasing calls of Olivia and Rosanna. Darbav, ever cautious, had chosen the villa’s secluded private beach to avoid any... unfortunate incidents with the public.
Ricardo turned his head slightly to glance at Olivia.
"Ricardo, let’s play in the water!"
"Yes, my lady."
Despite the chaos, he couldn’t help but smile.
Elsewhere, in Shartia’s mind:
A sudden, chilling sound interrupted her thoughts.
—Ding.
It was faint, almost like an echo, yet it sent shivers down her spine.
—A quest has been issued.
—Would you like to check it?
The voice, colder than a newborn’s cry, pierced her ears.
"..."
Shartia stared at the blue notification in front of her with trembling eyes.
Then, she read it.
[The Blade of Betrayal Awaits You.]
Her heart pounded wildly, louder than ever before.
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