"...you still have a long way to go to become a real man, as for how you choose that is your problem, I am just an observer, the time left for you to grow is not So much, Raizuki Subaru, make good use of 'Death Return'!"

Roy turned his head to look outside the city of King Lugnica. In the distance in that direction, there was a huge tree that reached the sky faintly.

"Regardless of....

It doesn't matter how big you make a fuss, even the bigger the better, because it's just a disguised history after all..."

..."Welcome home, Lord Roy!"

When Roy returned to his mansion, there were already maids standing on both sides of the gate, and they were greeted respectfully by Ram and Rem.

Roy showed a sincere smile.

Chapter 183 I take you as a friend, but you want to be my stepmother!

From zero there is nothing to write about, ready to wrap things up.

Next, I'm going to write an unwritten timeline of the type month, I want to write an Elmelo event book, and after the type month, I will write a magic ban.

In fact, the line of arrogance is taken here, and Lai Aotian, who uses the return of death to the extreme, meets the needs of the protagonist.

There is always a home in people's hearts, people will always feel nostalgia for the things they are familiar with, it may be people or things, and this mansion where Roy has lived for nearly 400 years, for him It is... a home in this world.

When you return home, you will always feel peace of mind.

Roy, who showed a sincere smile, gradually stopped laughing, because he saw someone here who shouldn't be seen: "Why are you here Priscilla!"

That's right, that... proud noble girl should go back, but Roy saw her again in his own home.

"I saw you leaving in a hurry as soon as I got back to Wangcheng. I thought you had some trouble, so I came to see you."

Priscilla raised her folding fan to cover half of her face, and said in a arrogant tone, her wine red eyes meant... '17 Don't be too moved to see that I care so much about you'.

I'm going to arrange Lai Yue Subaru... Roy murmured in his heart, but said in his mouth: "... Ha, you are such a kind woman."

Although Roy could feel that these words came from Priscilla's sincerity, for... this self-righteous and arrogant woman, he just... likes to stimulate her.

Sure enough, Priscilla raised her brows in anger and gritted her teeth secretly, feeling that she was really kind enough to be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"dad!"

At this moment, there were light footsteps like a cat running from the luxurious mansion, and a beautiful figure with silver mixed with lavender ran over lightly, and after running in front of Roy, her cheeks were slightly crimson. Emilia stopped her body, her face was shy, she wanted to get closer, but she was a little embarrassed.

Long silver-white hair, bright cyan eyes, white and purple princess dress, opaque white stockings on slender jade legs, exposing a large area of ​​skin like the snow scene on the distant mountains, a piece of white.

Roy stared at the girl in front of him who had the same beauty as Satila. Compared with Satila at that time, she was more lively and agile and childish, not as gentle and steady as Satila.

"Come to Lugnica, Liya! Let me see, Liya really looks exactly like your mother."

Roy's tone was gentle, and he hugged Emilia lightly. Although she was not born in a normal way, Roy watched her grow up with his own eyes. The beauty of youth and beauty in ignorance, the joy of becoming sensible and well-behaved, those who have not experienced it cannot understand.

I don't know if it's genetic or not, but Roy has an unusual love for his close relatives, and he likes a warm family.

"Lord Emilia!"

Ram and Rem brought the maids around, and when they saw the girl who ran out, they all bowed and greeted.

"Hey, this woman who looks like a witch of jealousy is your daughter. She should be an elf when you get married, so what about her mother?"

Priscilla, who was standing on the steps, suddenly became tense, and read the word 'jealous witch' out of her mouth, but she could see that she had no malice. "Her mother is in my heart."

Roy pointed to his heart with one hand, what he wanted to say was Emilia's real mother, Satila, in the world of his mind.

But Priscilla had misunderstood, the nervous expression on her face was gone, she exhaled in relief, her gorgeous face put on a smile again, and said to Roy: "...you are widowed , I lost my husband, we are a match made in heaven!"

Priscilla's language suddenly became bold, and she didn't know if she saw Roy's 'daughter, which made her feel unsteady.

If Yu Ji heard what you said, she would definitely blow your head off with her irritable temper... Roy secretly slandered that although there are many women who have had relations with him, many women regard themselves as Roy Wife, but the only one who had a legal wedding with Roy was actually Poppy.

Priscilla didn't know what Roy was thinking, she looked at Emilia, standing on the steps, raised her head, and said in a condescending manner: "...I decided, I want to Be your 'stepmother', Emilia!"

"what"

Emilia was a little dazed for a while, she stood there dumbfounded, her whole person became stupid and cute, she thought she heard it wrong.

She had a good impression of Priscilla, and when she found the mansion, Priscilla was already waiting here as a guest.

Emilia is not afraid of socializing, so she chatted with Priscilla, who was a guest, and also learned that she, like herself, is actually one of the members of the 'Wang's Choice', but even so, no matter... ..

Whether it was because of Priscilla's arrogance or self-righteousness, she did not have any hostility towards Emilia.

Even Emilia's appearance that is the same as the legendary witch of jealousy did not make Priscilla lose control, nor did she treat Emilia special, this 'equality' made Emilia like her very much, So he considers her his friend.

But who would think that I take you as a friend, but you want to be my stepmother! "I refuse!"

Emilia's face flushed, her hands on her hips, her beautiful voice grew louder in vain, denying Priscilla with an irrefutable momentum.

"I already have Mama Filutona!"

She glared at Priscilla like an angry kitten.

"Felutona should be an elf name, um, I need to investigate her."

Priscilla was thoughtful, and her expression was arrogant and smug.

Emilia was stunned in 837's place, feeling as if she accidentally blew up a lot of things. If it were 'insidious and cunning', how could she be Priscilla, an old churros rival who had been immersed in the aristocratic circle for many years.

"Let's eat, I'm a little hungry, Ram and Rem, you go get ready."

Roy stepped forward and said, interrupting the 'fight' of the two women, and at the same time helping Emilia invisibly so that she would not be so embarrassed.

"Yes, Lord Roy, do you have anything to eat tonight?"

"rice!"

Roy hasn't answered yet, Emilia just... said subconsciously.

"Well, then listen to Liya, don't make dinner too ceremonial, just eat rice and some vegetables... It's homely."

Roy agreed to Emilia's proposal, but still said to her: "...Rice has a lot of calories, eat less, or you will gain weight."

The silver-haired half-elf bowed his head shyly. Hearing his father's ridicule, he just... whispered: "...Got it, Dad!"

"Are you going to stay for dinner, Priscilla, but tonight's meal may not satisfy your extravagant demands."

Roy glanced at Priscilla who was still standing on the steps.

"Don't underestimate the body of the concubine, as long as it is where the body of the concubine is, even if it is an ordinary meal, it is the object that the nobles are eager to imitate!"