Focalors looked down at her pile of unofficial histories... or rather, their catalog.
The expression on her face grew increasingly pained. Oh no, now I really won't be able to keep my kidneys.
She plopped her head onto the table, causing the stack of unofficial history catalogs to shift. Some pages scattered, fluttering through the air.
Just as they were about to fall to the ground, a hand suddenly reached out, caught them, and put them back in place.
"I thought you were resting in bed."
Themis had entered the room at some point, her silent approach undoubtedly using the power of Space.
What was once the noble heavenly authority's mandate was now being used to facilitate the interactions of young lovers.
She reached out to lift Focalors by the armpits, pulling her up and holding her in her arms.
"What's wrong? It's just five hundred years of unofficial histories."
Glancing at the catalogs on the table, Themis's eyes glimmered with deep amusement.
"At worst, you'll just need five hundred years to repay it."
"Two people, and it's not one book a day either."
Focalors snorted in irritation, shooting a glare at Themis' mischievous grin. She gently pushed away the hand Themis had placed at her inner thigh, her voice tinged with relief. "Thankfully, when I wrote before, there was a full month between releasing each of those two unofficial histories. If it really were one book a day, even if I spent every moment with Furina, I couldn't possibly satisfy you."
Focalors puffed out her cheeks, her face identical to Furina's adorable features as she protested. "My waist would truly snap. It would break."
"Don't worry, it won't break."
Since the Space Sovereign's power was already being used for these flirtatious interactions with Furina and Focalors, it was only natural that the Life Sovereign's power would follow suit.
The Life Sovereign's authority allowed Focalors to maintain her strength and endurance effortlessly. What could be simpler?
Themis pulled Focalors into her arms and settled onto a stool. Focalors' small, pliant form felt like a large, delicate doll in her embrace.
Unlike Furina's lively kittenish energy, Focalors carried the languid grace of a mature cat.
Her bare jade-like feet were grasped and toyed with, the chains around them—practically a piece of erotic equipment—clinking musically as Focalors' legs trembled.
"Are you almost ready...?" Focalors propped her chin in her hand, eyes holding a hint of resignation.
The white divine attire accentuated Focalors' inherent purity, making her seem like a delicate white lily. Yet the faint blush at the corners of her eyes added a seductive quality.
Hearing Focalors' words, Themis arched an eyebrow. "Can I say I'm not ready yet?"
"This doesn't even count as proper foreplay in the unofficial histories."
Long, shapely legs bent to rest on Themis' lap. Focalors curled into her embrace, using a finger as pale as jade to silence Themis' chattering mouth. "Even if that's true, you should at least preserve some anticipation."
"Nighttime matters are best left for night."
"Or perhaps you returned at this hour specifically to test new methods?"
Focalors' voice carried suggestive undertones as the goddess winked playfully.
"Of course, if it's you, I'd welcome you at any time—day or night~"
"But at this hour, shouldn't we be having dinner?"
"Themis, if Furina finds out you came to me for... this, she won't be upset, will she? Hmm~"
The corner of Themis's eye twitched as she felt utterly powerless.
Is Focalors really seeing me as someone who only comes to her for... this?
It seems so.
"Furina is still waiting for us, Focalors."
"Today's dinner will include those two and Neuvillette."
Focalors understood. "So you want to get it over with quickly? Just remember, I know how sensitive my body is. Themis, even if we're rushing, be gentle."
Otherwise, Focalors feared she might collapse from overexertion. While others might not care, the real issue was enduring Furina's peculiar post-event stares—she couldn't maintain her composure as a proper elder.
"What are you thinking about?" Focalors reached out to tug at the ribbon of Themis's waist, but Themis quickly caught her hand.
With a playful tap on Focalors' head, Themis found herself losing ground under Focalors' teasing gaze. She surrendered and embraced Focalors, capturing her pink lips in a kiss.
Focalors remained obediently still, almost uncharacteristically so.
After briefly savoring the pleasure of being passive, Focalors returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around Themis's waist and responding with equal fervor.
The sound of labored breath echoed in the silent bedroom, finally subsiding as Focalors caught her breath.
Themis held Focalors in her arms, her cheeks flushed from oxygen deprivation, eyes glistening with moisture.
As time passed, the watery sheen gradually faded, and their breathing slowly steadied.
"Alright, we should head down now."
After the kiss, Themis' lips curved slightly. Though she hadn't initially intended it, she had to admit that kissing Focalors brought her genuine happiness.
She plucked stray white strands from her face, smoothing Focalors' disheveled long hair. Her fingers brushed across Focalors' chest, unable to resist giving it a couple of playful pinches.
"Is that your only set of divine attire?"
"I'd wear whatever you buy me, of course. Though with my figure, Furina's clothes would work too."
Focalors shrugged, standing once more on the plush carpet. She twirled in place, her skirt billowing like a blossoming pure-white flower. Themis couldn't help but imagine the flower's heart was undoubtedly yellow, given the abundance of lewd mental clutter in her own mind.
The scandalous chronicles had been serialized for five centuries - in a way, that was truly a remarkable talent!
Pale, bare feet glided across the pure white soft carpet. Following the line of sight upward, the skirt barely concealed the rounded curves where thigh met hip. With each step Focalors took, tantalizing glimpses of the scenery beneath the fabric became visible.
Clutching her head, dizzy and disoriented, Themis hastily grabbed Focalors' hand. "I think we should change into different clothes before going out," she said.
The sight beneath Focalors' skirt was already enough to send her thoughts astray, but the upper part of the dress made it worse. It revealed her small, pinkish chest, the front fashioned from deep black fabric, hollowed at the center with only a few golden metal pieces as decoration.
But this way, wasn't Focalors' pale skin even more eye-catching?! Themis: No wonder Furina is so flat. She probably doesn't even measure up to Nahida's level as a young girl. If she had any curves at all, Focalors' divine garments would never have passed censorship.
Others might not care, since Themis believed she could suppress anyone short of the Sustainer single-handedly.
But what if Themis couldn't hold out? What if Focalors' teasing succeeded, lowering her moral standards and developing a whole new set of unconventional play methods?
For others, this would be utterly humiliating.
But for Focalors—a god whose common sense and ethics differed greatly from humans'—this would be nothing short of a reward!
In one sentence: Oh no, she's enjoying this!
Though Focalors would later clutch her waist, endlessly whining in a coquettish tone afterward, it was clear she'd thoroughly enjoyed the process. After all, she'd been the one taking charge when they first began last night.
Resigned, Themis began rummaging through Furina's wardrobe.
Most of Furina's clothes had been purchased and delivered directly by Themis, resulting in an abundance of new garments Furina hadn't yet worn.
She pulled out an unopened dress set and spread it open, holding it up for Focalors to see.
After confirming it suited Focalors' style, Themis tossed the white gown toward her.
Focalors promptly thrust it back into Themis' hands.
"Themis, I need you to help me change."
"We're already lovers, aren't we? After what we did last night, helping me dress is only natural now."
"That's a twisted logic," Themis protested.
Despite her words, Themis could never refuse Focalors.
As the white divine attire vanished from Focalors' body, Themis' throat bobbed, her gaze drifting uncertainly.
Seeing Themis's gaze wander with rare bashfulness, Focalors lifted her head triumphantly with a snort. That her body pleased Themis was undeniably a joyous thing.
This was only natural, after all. Her body was identical to Furina's. If Themis liked Furina, she couldn't possibly dislike Focalors.
The white dress was slipped onto Focalors as she sat on the bed, watching Themis retrieve a pair of pure white cotton socks from the wardrobe. Themis half-squatted to put them on her.
During this process, Focalors mischievously stamped her feet against Themis's hands.
Themis responded by grasping her ankle with a kitten-faced pout, pulling the white cotton socks into place before putting on her shoes.
After finally dressing Focalors completely, Themis sighed deeply in her heart. She'd never realized clothing someone could be so exhausting.
The mischievous Focalors walked ahead with a carefree stride, her steps light and brisk. It was evident that teasing Themis had filled her with profound delight—the kind of joy that bloomed from the deepest corners of her heart.
Furina and the others waited below Palais Mermonia for Themis, completely unaware of what had transpired upstairs.
When Focalors appeared before them in a fresh set of clothes, they felt as if they were seeing a completely different person.
However, after the initial novelty wore off, Furina had the strange sensation of looking into a mirror.
But Focalors' demeanor was so different from hers that it was easy to tell them apart.
"My apologies for the delay," Themis said, her face tinged with regret and exhaustion. She shot a pointed glance at Focalors, who was snickering beside Furina.
Who exactly was responsible for this delay?
While Themis bore some blame, the majority of the fault clearly lay with Focalors.
"Themis, if you don't come down soon, we'll have decided on dinner by the time you arrive," Paimon said, hands on her hips. The simple-minded girl, completely focused on food, failed to notice anything amiss.
Lumine stood nearby, sighing and shaking her head. Forget it—the emergency ration will never learn.
Isn't it normal for a young couple to take a little longer changing upstairs? Though the process might have been... slightly inappropriate.
"It wasn't that long anyway," Lumine added. "Compared to others, we're actually moving at lightning speed."
Lumine added a remark from behind. Whether Neuvillette truly understood or was just pretending, he nodded along.
Lumine glared with dead fish eyes. Don't nod so casually!
I'm talking about their nighttime activities, you pure-hearted Dragon Sovereign! Don't nod at this!
What surprised Lumine most was how even Furina seemed so naive and clueless.
Could they really believe Themis had been upstairs for so long just to help Focalors pick out clothes?
Oh no, in this vast Palais Mermonia, I'm the only Traveler who sees through it all.
Is this what Liyue always meant? The bystander sees clearly, while those involved remain blind!
Lumine finally understands everything.
Focalors winked at Themis, who stood beside her with an exasperated expression. She took one of Themis's hands and gently squeezed it.
Her fingertips traced circles on Themis's palm, creating a ticklish sensation.
Themis: ...Save me! Did Focalors go somewhere to study seduction techniques?! Where did she learn these tricks?!
Fortunately, five centuries of work had honed Themis's self-control. Otherwise, she might have entertained improper thoughts right then.
She quickly turned her attention to Furina, who held the other hand with no awareness of the situation, her adorable Cat-like demeanor completely oblivious.
Excellent. My heart, which was about to falter, has been instantly purified.
When the human and divine personalities first split, the Hydro Archon had pulled out all the stops in her manipulations.
She'd given Furina all the cuteness, imbuing her with the pristine clarity of pure water. Every time Neuvillette saw her, he felt his spirit cleansed by her innocent beauty.
Neuvillette tilted his head, watching Themis holding hands with two people. He couldn't help feeling a twinge of envy.
But whenever he tried to hold hands with Themis, others always misunderstood.
Four hundred years ago when he first arrived in Fontaine City, it had been fine. So why couldn't they hold hands anymore afterward?
Themis said he'd grown up, but Neuvillette felt his age was still young compared to others of his kind.
Human thoughts are truly strange.
Though he couldn't quite understand it, unwilling to let misunderstandings affect Themis, Neuvillette stopped mentioning hand-holding. Gradually, it seemed as if he'd forgotten the matter entirely.
But in truth, Neuvillette cared deeply about this!
Whenever he saw Furina and Themis holding hands, he couldn't help but pay closer attention.
He wanted to hold hands, but he wasn't the same person anymore. Having come to understand human thoughts, Neuvillette no longer voiced this desire.
In human eyes, when a man and woman hold hands, aside from parent-child or sibling relationships, it can only mean one thing: they're a couple.
Neuvillette, having no blood ties to Themis, thought: Well, that settles it.
As an unwavering leader of the Ship, he naturally chose to ship the couple.
They decided to meet at Hotel Debord for the gathering.
To accommodate Themis and the others' status, the owner specially prepared a private room to shield them from prying eyes.
Though they could have held the gathering at Palais Mermonia's top floor and let Themis handle everything herself, it seemed inappropriate. After all, she had just officially returned from death today - making her, the one who should be celebrated, prepare everything would feel like exploiting an employee.
Neither of the two Hydro Archons, nor Neuvillette himself, were skilled cooks.
Lumine was a competent cook, but as a guest, it would be improper to make her prepare the meal and arrange the venue for her hosts.
With the gathering being so last-minute, they had no choice but to ask Sedene to reserve a private room.
This minor inconvenience proved inconsequential, as Hotel Debord's cuisine was quite good anyway.
Moreover, when the staff learned the guests were powerful rulers from Palais Mermonia...
The restaurant owner herself came down to help, preparing the dishes.
The Traveler, now in a playful mood, dragged Paimon to make several specialty dishes from other countries.
Mondstadt's Sweet Flower Chicken, Liyue's Spicy Meat Buns, Inazuma's Three-Colored Dango, and Sumeru's Mint Bean Soup.
These dishes were simple and quick to prepare, as they noticed Furina's particular fondness for sweets.
Lumine even brought out Halvamazd personally made by the Little Dendro Archon Nahida, sharing it with Furina.
When Themis' chosen dishes were served, not a single drop of sauce marred the table. The dessert course remained in the kitchen, untouched - a precaution against Furina abandoning her main meal for sweets.
The group's preferences had been meticulously considered, with each dish placed strategically.
"Though I appreciate the consideration," Paimon said, cheek propped in her hand, "isn't something here... off?"
Her small hand slammed against the table. The infant Paimon in her high chair wailed loudly.
"I may look young, but I'm not an actual baby!"
Beside them, Lumine couldn't suppress a snort of laughter. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably, making Paimon's mood grow even darker.
"Sorry, Paimon, but this seems to be the most suitable chair for you."
Themis observed Paimon sitting comfortably in the infant seat, realizing the effort her boss must have gone through to secure this temporary arrangement at such short notice.
"It's alright, Paimon. You can always watch me eat instead!"
Lumine's teasing demeanor made Paimon plant her hands on her hips and turn away with a huff. "I can fly, although... probably not at this moment..."
Paimon visibly deflated like a punctured Anemo slime.
Furina, seated beside Paimon, noticed her dejection and patted her head. "Don't worry. If you can't reach something, just ask me. I'll help you get it."
"Furina..." Paimon's eyes glistened with emotion as she gazed at the glowing figure under the lamplight. "Are you an angel sent down from the heavens?"
At this, Themis, seated between Furina and Focalors, cleared her throat. "Of course! Furina is precisely that kind of adorable - a celestial angel sent to save the world!"
Focalors was in complete agreement. Even though she and Furina were one and the same, she felt no trace of narcissism. In fact, if not for Themis sitting between them, she would have already been hugging Furina.
She was just shy of declaring loudly that Furina was so adorable, so kind, practically the most perfect human in the world!
Though Focalors didn't make such a proclamation, the combined praise from Paimon and Themis still made Furina blush and scratch her head in embarrassment.
Neuvillette sat across from them, his dragon eyes fixed on the dishes. After a long day of work, signing countless documents under intense pressure, he was genuinely hungry.
Themis, equally famished, reached over to pat Furina's head before declaring the meal officially begun.
With Themis helping her serve herself, Furina happily dug into her food, occasionally sharing particularly delicious bites with Paimon.
Though Lumine seemed slightly annoyed, she continued patiently feeding Paimon in her high chair.
Watching Paimon eagerly accept every morsel, her chubby face stuffed to the brim, Lumine couldn't resist occasionally poking her cheek, indulging in a moment of mischief.
Compared to Paimon's voracious eating, Furina the Cat ate with slow, deliberate bites.
As a celebrity, she had to maintain her figure, so her portions were always small and her appetite modest.
Still, this was far better than Focalors. As she held a piece of food, Focalors opened her mouth obediently, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear.
Focalors didn't need to eat, but she was curious about the flavors. She took a small bite of each dish, focusing on sampling everything.
Surprisingly, Paimon and Neuvillette seemed to enjoy the meal the most.
Of course, Focalors appeared quite content with her own fare as well.
Thank goodness I don't need to eat, Themis thought. Otherwise, I'd have to go back and snack afterward.
What Themis hadn't anticipated was the boss bringing out several bottles of wine from Liyue during the gathering.
Lumine gazed at Themis with sparkling eyes, brimming with anticipation.
"Can I? Can I?"
Seeing Lumine's eager expression, Themis nodded. Children can drink, but in moderation. Especially Travelers—they're technically five-hundred-year-old immortals like me.
Lumine had specifically chosen a low-proof fruit wine from Liyue.
The fruity aroma and sweetness, combined with the slight alcoholic kick, made her down a full cup in one gulp.
Tasting wine in Teyvat for the first time in ages, she felt inexplicably moved, as if tears might spill over.
Finally, family! Someone who doesn't treat me like a child!
I'm just a small potato with babyfaced features, Lumine thought. You can't keep calling me a kid just because I look young!
Paimon only let her take a few sips before pushing her away. For the little girl, food remained more appealing than wine.
Furina and Focalors watched curiously, while Neuvillette gazed at Themis with eager anticipation.
Though Neuvillette showed no interest in wine, he gladly accepted whatever Themis offered.
Resigned, Themis requested several more Liyue porcelain cups.
These delicate Liyue fruit wines demanded proper vessels - small cups holding barely two mouthfuls each.
Focalors snatched one and drained it before Themis could stop her.
Furina took the next cup, carefully licking the rim with her tongue.
The cat's tongue couldn't handle the stimulation. Furina, who was accustomed to being fed juice, drinks, and purified water by Themis, couldn't tolerate even a hint of strong flavors.
Abandoning her drink, she pushed the cup toward Themis and joined Paimon's side.
She still preferred sweets and small cakes.
But Focalors...
Focalors snatched the fruit wine from Themis, poured herself glass after glass, and drank them down one after another.
Watching Focalors drink wine like water, Themis' lips twitched uncontrollably.
Though the Hydro Archon wouldn't be fazed by a mere cup of wine, deliberately refraining from using divine power to dispel alcohol's effects left her flushed cheeks and a slightly unsteady gait, as if she were floating on air.
"Focalors, dear, be good. Give me the wine."
Themis clutched Focalors' arm, coaxing her gently with a soft voice.
Furina blinked, watching Focalors' intoxicated state with mild curiosity.
"Can a God like Focalors really get drunk from a few cups of wine?"
Paimon scratched her head, not quite understanding the situation.
Lumine, on the other hand, wore a radiant smile. Drunkenness was wonderful! Drunk was good, drunk was great!
-
They're clearly a couple!
Don't they say truth comes out when you're drunk?
But Furina needs to step up her game. Even though Themis dotes on her excessively, she still prefers doing more intimate things with Focalors.
How can this be! How is this acceptable!
Themis should care for both Furina and Focalors!
Clenching her fists, Lumine suddenly felt a sense of mission.
She beckoned Furina over with a finger while Themis was busy soothing Focalors. Lumine pulled Furina into a corner and produced a recent Unofficial history book from the Serenitea Pot. She chuckled mischievously, her large eyes darting around with a hint of mischief.
When Furina saw the familiar book cover, her face flushed crimson, and she felt slightly dizzy.
What's going on? I never expected the Traveler to look so innocent normally, but this seemingly honest girl actually reads this kind of thing!
Furina stole a cautious glance at Neuvillette, who was still idle and hadn't noticed their exchange.
"Heh heh heh heh~ Furina, check out this amazing find I got recently!"
"I've already finished reading this book!"
"Now I'm giving you this special edition as a small favor from a friend!"
Lumine shoved the unofficial history into Furina's arms. Furina scrambled to catch the book, as if it were a scalding hot potato.
Her face flushed crimson as Lumine teased her with exaggerated expressions. Furina couldn't help but grow more embarrassed.
"Quick, look through it! You'll need this tonight!"
Lumine, you're acting like a sly advisor with a dog's head!
Though her face burned so red it seemed to drip blood, Furina mustered her courage. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and opened the unofficial history, flipping directly to the pages marked by Lumine's folded corners.
The mere thought of what lay inside made her want to die of embarrassment. But when she actually read Lumine's specially marked pages, Furina nearly fainted from shame.
Focalors—!
How did you write this?!
As she swayed on the verge of collapse, her head steaming with mortification, Furina finally asked the question.
Even with Focalors' vivid imagination, this was beyond the realm of possibility!
In the unofficial histories, there was a scene where alcohol loosened tongues, leading to passionate confusion, then culminating in "cooking raw rice into cooked rice"—a euphemism for consummation. This eventually progressed to hand-holding, embracing, sharing a bed, and becoming increasingly intimate...
Furina had completely lost the ability to speak; the descriptions were far too bold.
She couldn't help but wonder how these apocryphal stories ever passed the publishers!
Who would've thought? So this is an adult romance novel——!
Lumine patted Furina's shoulder, gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up, and dashed back with excitement.
Furina secretly tucked the book into her blazer, planning to read it in private.
That night, she'd be staying at Themis's place. Perfect timing to study this new knowledge first.
However, this new knowledge proved too novel for Furina. After glancing at the beginning and skipping to the end, she found herself overwhelmed.
The thought of reading the detailed middle section was utterly unbearable.
After the meal, as everyone prepared to leave, Furina approached alone.
Under Lumine's bewildered gaze, Furina returned the book.
When Lumine realized Furina couldn't bear to read further, she exclaimed with mock despair, "Furina! You must persevere! A happy life as married wives is unavoidable!"
"You're not wrong..." Furina's ears flushed crimson as she covered her face with her hands. "But it's too humiliating! I can't do it!"
"Ahhh, I'll try my best, but this is still too advanced for me!"
"I-I-I mean, you should just look at it yourself!"
Having returned the book to Lumine, Furina fled in a panic.
Lumine watched Furina's retreating figure with a hint of regret.
"What a shame. Such a waste!"
Gritting her teeth, Lumine tossed the book smacking Paimon in the head, who lay sprawled nearby, too stuffed from overeating to move.
"This is my only entertainment in Fontaine!"
"When will those three finally marry? I'm still waiting to give Charlotte the scoop!"
"No! I have to help!"
Remembering how Zhongli, Venti, and the others sent her daily letters asking about the Hydro Archon, Themis, and their emotional developments, Lumine felt a sense of purpose.
As the foremost gossip, she felt immense pride!
Lumine's determination burned bright. She'd help Furina - if Furina wanted to expand her knowledge, with her connections, ahem, with Yae Miko's years of experience, they should be able to manage!
Though it's possible that among this crowd, each person might score perfect theoretical knowledge with zero practical experience.
"Did you need something from Lumine?" Themis asked curiously, cradling the dazed Focalors.
Furina hastily shook her head, but her flushed face and darting eyes made her look suspiciously guilty.
"We were just discussing some story plots. Yes, that's exactly it!" Furina quickly fabricated an excuse, walking silently beside Themis.
Neuvillette led the way ahead, occasionally glancing back with curiosity.
Palais Mermonia soon came into view. After bidding Neuvillette goodnight, the hectic day finally neared its end.
"Furina~"
Themis, still holding Focalors with one arm, took hold of Furina's hand.
"You promised to come to my room tonight."
With her hand captured, Furina's cheeks burned even hotter. Earlier, the Traveler had stuffed a copy of Focalors' Unofficial history manuscript into her hands.
Now, as Themis pulled her toward her chamber, Furina's heart raced so fast she could hear its pounding in her ears.
The dizzy Focalors was tossed onto the bed. Furina sat at the edge, somewhat bewildered, unsure where to place her hands and feet.
She had plenty of experience sleeping alone with Themis, but adding Focalors... well, she really had no experience with that!
During the few days Themis had left, she and Focalors always slept in separate rooms!
Compared to the extremely nervous Furina, Themis remained calm and composed.
Focalors puffed out her cheeks, rolled over on the bed, and opened her eyes. Where was the drunken appearance she'd shown at the dinner table?
Focalors had been fully awake from the beginning; she'd simply been too lazy to walk back. What could she possibly be up to?
She suddenly wrapped her arms around Furina's waist, startling Furina so much she nearly jumped.
Rubbing her forehead, Themis said with exasperation, "So, what's the situation tonight? Are you coming to join us?"
"Don't tell me you're trying to exclude me?"
Focalors puffed out her cheeks again, kneeling and wrapping her arms around Furina's waist. She leaned against Furina's back, looking at Themis with a mischievous expression.
"Can't you handle sharing your bed with Furina and me together?"
"What a fickle heart! You were all talk about love and affection earlier, practically unable to contain yourself in bed. Now that two of us are sharing your space, you suddenly pretend to be the virtuous one?"
Themis: "..."
With a complicated expression, Themis looked at Focalors. After careful consideration, she said, "I think you're still drunk and haven't fully sobered up."
Focalors picked up Furina, the blue-white kitten's head still dizzy from earlier.
Suddenly, Furina remembered - Focalors could sense when she and Themis were doing that kind of thing!
Flushing crimson, Furina buried her face in Themis's lap like an embarrassed ostrich.
"First bath, then bed," Themis declared.
"Works for me," Focalors agreed. "The tub's spacious enough for all three of us. I don't mind - you've seen our bodies countless times already anyway."
Furina's ears burned with embarrassment. Their matter-of-fact discussion made her feel utterly out of place.
In the end, the trio bathed together in the tub. To Furina's surprise, nothing untoward happened - just a normal wash, hair drying, pajama change, and settling into bed.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Furina's mind filled with question marks. What? That's it?
After prolonged exposure to lewd material, even the Cat couldn't help but start thinking along those lines.
Themis lay on the bed, sandwiched between Furina and Focalors.
The three of them shared a single blanket, their white hair intertwining like a seamless unity.
Furina faced Themis, lying on her side and clinging to one of Themis's arms as she nestled close.
Focalors lay quietly beside them, though her fingertips playfully twirled strands of both women's hair in endless circles.
Exhausted from the day's events, Furina had initially been distracted by the salacious tales. But now, in the quiet moment, she soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Themis stared at the ceiling. She hadn't slept at all last night and hadn't rested during the day.
Her wife was here - she could kiss her, touch her. She was happy.
So there were no bad thoughts. Lying in bed, she felt drowsy.
In her half-awake state, she only felt something soft against her lips.
The hand resting beside her was gently taken, then slowly interlaced with Focalors'.
Cool strands of hair twined around her fingertips, making Themis open her hazy eyes in confusion.
Under the moonlight, Focalors held her wrist, their fingers entwined in a delicate clasp.
Long locks of hair cascaded over their clasped hands.
The silvery moonlight draped itself over Focalors like a celestial veil, accentuating her divine presence more than daylight ever could.
"Ah~ Sorry for waking you."
Focalors leaned down to kiss Themis' forehead before settling against her chest, playfully poking at her face.
"Focalors..."
"Hmm?"
The goddess raised her head, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"You're truly beautiful."
"Pfft~"
Focalors chuckled and kissed the drowsy Themis again.
"Thank you. You're beautiful too."
"Themis, goodnight~"
-
Meanwhile, on the other side, Lumine brought Paimon back to the Serenitea Pot.
Paimon slept soundly, but Lumine stayed up late into the night, writing letters to various archons and friends who might have knowledge of such matters, seeking their advice.
[Question: How can I get the Archons and her Regent to marry quickly?! They've been keeping their relationship secret, even though everyone knows they're together!]
[But I want to see them get married properly and live happily ever after! They're happy now, but it's not enough!]
[The Fontainians need a grand wedding celebration - one that the whole country can rejoice in! It's the least we can do for our ancestors who've been waiting five centuries!]
[I'm waiting online, and I'm really, really, really impatient!]
[So, can I see them marry before I finish my journey through the seven nations?]
Lumine looked at her letters and sighed heavily.
While it didn't matter whether Gods married or not, the Fontainians and fans like her desperately needed this!
Without the sacred ritual of marriage, something felt fundamentally missing.
After deep contemplation, Lumine exclaimed, "Oh, my heavens! I know what's missing now!"
"We can't witness them kissing, embracing, and feeding each other publicly."
The thought was utterly heart-wrenching!
Do you have any idea how devastating this is for ship fans?!
Soon after, when the Four Gods relentlessly asked about their wedding plans, Themis—who had learned the entire sequence of events—exclaimed, "I had no idea, Lumine. You're actually this desperate type of shipping fan!"
The next morning, Lumine clutched her letters and deposited them at the mail delivery point.
What Lumine hadn't anticipated was how highly her correspondence would be valued—so much so that Kirara herself was dispatched to handle the delivery.
In Fontaine, when Kirara received the stack of letters Lumine intended for important figures, she puffed out her chest and repeatedly assured with utmost confidence that they would be delivered swiftly and securely.
Lumine grasped Kirara's shoulders, her eyes radiating genuine trust. This gaze from the renowned Traveler herself—what could possibly deter her from completing this delivery?!
Though the letters spanned four countries, Kirara invoked her years of experience: "Leave it to me! You can rest assured!"
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