Vol2 Chapter 2 : A Bouquet for You
Leona usually heard Abyss approaching, but she was too engrossed in the joy of trying on new clothes with Flora. She hadn’t expected him to barge in without knocking. The Black Hats’ secret base was hidden in a fake sewer, a place rarely visited by outsiders, so she had let her guard down. This was the first time a man had seen her in her undergarments.
Her face flushed crimson, and she stammered, pointing at Abyss, who stood there, bewildered. “Y-You-You-You-You! How dare you barge into a lady’s room! Close the door!”
Flora, who had her back to Abyss, quickly turned around, her front properly covered. But her cheeks flushed as she lowered her head, unable to speak.
“Oh, alright,” Abyss said, obediently entering the room and closing the door behind him.
“I didn’t tell you to come in and then close the door!” Leona exclaimed, collapsing onto the bed and covering herself with a random garment. “Turn around! Don’t look!”
“Well… Could I please not turn around?” Abyss asked sincerely. He was holding a bouquet of flowers behind his back.
“No!” Leona shrieked.
Abyss reluctantly shielded the flowers with his body, waiting for Leona and Flora to get dressed and settle on the bed before turning back to face them.
“I’m sorry… Clothes are much cheaper in Lavoisier City… So Leona and I bought a lot of pretty clothes…” Flora explained, her face still flushed. “We wanted to try them on…”
“Why are you apologizing to this pervert! He’s the one who should apologize!” Leona interrupted, glaring at Abyss. “Damn it, why didn’t you knock?!”
“Ah… Sorry, I found Rebecca’s burial site, and I was so excited that I rushed over to tell you,” Abyss said, scratching his head sheepishly. Even he, accustomed to seeing female bodies (dead ones, that is), had to admit the scene he had witnessed upon entering was quite captivating. Flora’s exposed back and neck were as beautiful as a work of art, and Leona, standing on the bed in her undergarments, although lacking in certain areas, possessed a delicate beauty, her slender frame accentuated by her long, flowing silver hair, now freed from its usual twin braids.
Even he, oblivious as he was, knew he had just witnessed something incredibly precious.
“You found Rebecca? Where is she buried? I hope she wasn’t cremated,” Leona asked, combing her long silver hair, trying to forget her embarrassment.
“Her body is well-preserved. I’m confident I can resurrect her once I reach her. But her burial site is a bit difficult to access,” Abyss said, smiling. “She created a device that transported her to another world—and she died there. The only way to reach that world is through a one-way portal that can only be used once.”
“Ha? She was really just an alchemist… Oh, but I guess advanced alchemy does involve some magic. She really went to great lengths to die,” Leona said, surprised.
“Have you figured out a way to return?” Flora asked, looking at Abyss with concern. “And if it’s a one-way portal, can we go with you?”
“Well, I have a plan for returning, but I’m not sure if it’ll work. But there aren’t many other options, so we’ll figure it out when we get there,” Abyss said, waving his hand dismissively. “As for you two coming with me, don’t worry. I have a clever plan to transport you, and it’s quite simple. You won’t even need to wait.”
“Why so secretive? Can’t you tell us now?” Leona asked, sensing something was amiss.
“Ah… Well, before that, I wanted to give you two a little gift,” Abyss said, suddenly blushing.
Leona and Flora didn’t see him carrying anything, but a faint floral scent hinted at his intentions. As he revealed a bouquet of vibrant pink flowers, their eyes widened.
Leona, her face flushed once more, covered her mouth with her hand. Flora gasped, her eyes sparkling with delight.
“I bought some flowers from the potion shop. They’re one of the most beautiful and fragrant alchemical ingredients I know,” Abyss said, approaching them with a smile. “These are for you three. I hope you like them.”
“Tha… Thank you… Hmph, that’s more like it… We’ve been working so hard for you… You… Hmm…” Leona said, her voice a mixture of shyness and defiance, as she accepted the flowers Abyss offered her.
Flora, more straightforward, accepted the flowers with a beaming smile. “Thank you… This is the first time I’ve received flowers from a boy in a personal setting…”
Leona tried to maintain a stoic expression, but her heart skipped a beat. She had read many popular novels among noble ladies, including her ancestor Star’s “Language of Flowers.” In it, Star assigned meanings to various flowers, making it a guide for expressing emotions through floral gifts. And roses… Especially pink ones… Symbolized first love…
How dare he! That stupid ABC gave both girls pink roses! What a terrible boy!
She tried to suppress her smile, pinching her thighs whenever she felt like laughing, her Dou Qi flames flickering around her arms. But as an undead, her pain receptors were dulled, making her efforts ineffective, resulting in a rather bizarre expression.
Wait a minute…
Leona suddenly realized something.
Abyss had said he bought flowers for “three” of them. Who was the third recipient?
“The rest of these flowers are for Rebecca,” Abyss said with a smile. “If we go through the portal today, we’ll arrive just in time for her birthday. Isn’t that a coincidence?”
“Coincidence my ass! You don’t care about me at all!” Leona shouted, throwing her shoe at Abyss.
Abyss, bewildered, caught the shoe, unsure why she was suddenly angry. Did she not like the flowers?
“Abyss, I also bought the clothes you requested. I wasn’t sure what you needed them for, so I chose a simple design. I haven’t tried it on… What do you think?” Flora said, unfazed by Abyss’s obliviousness. She seemed to tolerate his lack of romantic awareness. She placed the flowers on her lap and retrieved a sea-blue dress from the bed.
Flora and Leona, as a Saint and a princess, possessed impeccable taste in clothing, far exceeding that of most women. Although the dress was simple, its delicate patterns and elegant lines were captivating. Lavoisier City, as the potion capital, boasted world-class dyeing techniques and materials. The clothes here were not only affordable but also vibrant, beautiful, and well-made, making the dress even more appealing.
“It would look beautiful on you,” Abyss said, nodding in approval. “But I have another use for it.”
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