The next day, Beatrice slowly awoke.
The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Louis with his head tilted, smiling like a child:
"Good morning, dear."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing, just thinking how strange destiny is."
Louis gently lifted her bright golden hair with his finger, kissed it and said:
"Don't move yet, let me use magic a few more times."
At this, Beatrice's face flushed red.
Louis's heritage endowed him with a combat prowess incomprehensible to common folk.
As Master Merlin once told him, for an exceedingly rare male enchanting demon like him, not tasting the flavor is one thing.
Once the first step is taken, hurting the woman is already a certainty.
Fortunately, Beatrice was no ordinary person either.
She possessed exemplary level strength, and Beatrice was never one with a fragile constitution.
Moreover, with Louis continually nurturing her with magic, nothing went wrong.
"Finally reached this point."
