Chapter 70: Waking Up To The Mistress.

  Celia: “…”

  At some point, Celia had fallen asleep on top of Flan. That wouldn’t have been so bad… but, when Celia opened up her eyes, she was in a dining room. And in front of her was a beautiful woman.

  Tia: “Princess Celia, it is quite the pleasure to finally meet you.” She said with a smile, lifting up her wineglass.

  Celia: “…Same to you.” She shakily replied.

  Tia: “Please, take a drink. You must be parched.” She gently suggested.

  Celia: “I’m only 14, which isn’t old enough to drink, Miss.” She denied with a forced smile.

  Tia knew that Celia wasn’t directly responsible for Robbie’s death. But someone powerful had killed her father, and seemingly as a means to protect this young princess. As such, Tia couldn’t hold back her curiosity, needing to kidnap Celia and get a good look at her.

  Tia: “My glass has wine it, whilst yours has juice. Rest assured, I wouldn’t force a child to consume alcohol. Let alone an honored guest.” She explained with a giggle.

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  Celia: “…”

  After taking a sip, Celia was somewhat shocked to learn that it truly was just juice. Specifically, orange juice, which was… somehow made to look red.

  Celia: “Flan didn’t know why you wanted to meet me. Could you, perhaps, tell why I’ve been kidnapped?” She asked in a curious tone once her throat was no longer dry.

  Tia: “For an adult matter, dear. Now that I’ve seen you… yes, Celia, you’re perfect.” She praised with a wicked smile.

  That smile sent shivers down Celia’s spine. If only she knew that this woman, Garentia, was actually one of her wives…

  Celia: “Perfect for… what?” She stuttered out, scared.

  Tia: “My sisters, Nia, Lia, and I, are in need of a good wife. Your soul is perfect, and can balance out our darkness.” She nonchalantly answered.

  Celia: “…You want me to… marry you and your sisters?!” She exclaimed in shock, but didn’t jump out of her seat.

  Tia: “In a sense, yes. But it will mostly be a Demon Marriage Pack. You won’t be required to do anything, and you can keep it a secret. If you wish to marry another woman, or more, in the future, we won’t stop you, either.” She clarified, before then taking a bite of her meal.

  Celia’s mind spiraled, feeling like this… her entire life, must be a dream. “I was supposed to go kill some stupid monkeys, yet, in the end, I get caught up in something crazy again!!!!” She raged in her thoughts.

  Tia: “Oh, not this very instant, silly girl. Demon Marriage Packs cannot be carried out until you’re at least 100 years of age.” She added, recalling that she didn’t mention this.

  Celia: “Eh? Why not 18 years of age?” She replied with a head tilt, brain working overtime.

  Tia: “My youngest sister is over 5,000 years old, deary. And I am in my 10,000s. To claim you while so young… would be incredibly immoral, and not even possible.” She answered, as if her words weren’t absolutely absurd.

  Celia: “( o_o)”