The spectacular fireworks display dazzled Miss Gunpowder Artist, causing her to lean on Byron; her azure eyes glistened.
Blushing with excitent, her cheeks glowed with a crimson hue that mirrored the sunset on the horizon.
The fresh, delightful fragrance of gardenias from her intensified, stoking the restlessness in Byron's heart, who had not been separated from her for this long since they had affird their relationship.
He reached out to encircle her slender waist with his arm and lowered his head to gently nibble at her translucent earlobe,
"Now, Your Highness, your gun has been fired. Isn't it my turn to shoot next?"
Byron's warm breath in her ear made Violet's body go weak.
But the Little Witch was always a Little Witch; she never accepted defeat, and her dictionary lacked the word 'retreat.' Always down but never out, ready to fight again after every loss.
She turned to look directly into Byron's eyes, lifting her delicate chin defiantly,
"Oh? Little brother, can you handle it? I can shoot better than you even with my feet."
Her words held a double entendre. Her clothes automatically transford, alchemically altered into a white, off-shoulder, long slip dress, and she stood in crystal high-heeled slippers.
Through the semi-translucent shoe, one could see her toes, painted a sparkling sapphire blue on her pale, bare feet.
"GULP!"
Byron swallowed hard. How could he let this Little Witch show off in front of him?
He picked her up in a princess carry and charged into the nearby Alchemical Workshop.
He rembered that when it was built for weapon damage testing purposes, there was an unused, small...cell.
Just as they stepped through the door, there was a sound of sothing landing behind them.
A glittering Mithril Dragon followed closely behind, transforming into Catherine in a flowing red gown.
"Eh? You two..."
Sothing clicked in her mind. She subconsciously moved her feet to turn and flee.
Byron, as if he hadn't noticed her small movents, smiled and asked Violet in his arms,
"My Lady, a round trip to the Kingdom and back took nearly a week. If I rember correctly, today happens to be Sunday. What special thing should we do on this day?"
Violet nodded rapidly like a pecking chicken, amused by Catherine's increasingly flushed face,
"What else but join in?"
Catherine's face, pale as jade, and neck instantly flushed deeply.
"I...I'll go first. I have a lot of backlogged work to do."
Although she was as beautiful and vibrant as a red rose, she was more shy than the stern, icy beauty others perceived her to be, always looking for an escape when things got heated. But at that mont, one deep blue and one blood-red tentacle shot out, each wrapping around one of her smooth, slender legs.
"Eh? Eh eh..."
Then another blue and red tentacle each wound around her arms, pulling them apart and hoisting her up into a spread-eagle position.
CLICK!
Her high heels dropped to the ground.
As the only Third Order at ho, facing the combined suppression of two Fourth Orders, it was futile to struggle.
When she looked up again, the figures of Violet and Byron had transford into tentacled monsters.
Byron took a book out of the Snake Skin Bag with another tentacle, flaunting it in front of the two sisters,
"Sisters, it's been a while since we practiced 'Fifty Essential Knots Every Sailor Must Know.' Let's take this opportunity to review them today, shall we?"
Violet looked at Catherine with a mischievous nod,
"Of course. Miss Mithril Dragon, this is my Torrent Fortress, not your International Port. No one will heed your cries no matter how loud you scream."
Catherine struggled futilely in mid-air, her two pristine feet kicking like little white fish, making pitiful pleas,
"Help! Help!..."
Yet, she was still tragically hauled in by the two 'tentacled monsters,' and the door slamd shut behind them.
It was another 'joyful family' day.
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