Dian's smile softened. "Why would I?" he replied, his eyes laced with a quiet promise.
Gianna gazed into his eyes for a moment, searching for even the faintest hesitation... but there was none.
"Then sit," she said calmly.
"Hm?" Dian blinked, confused. "We can lie down for a little longer before we depart. Why are you—"
"I said sit," Gianna cut him off, her voice firmer, more decisive. Her green eyes locked onto his brown ones, unwavering.
Still a little lost, Dian released her from his arms and sat up on the bed.
Did she just… order me? he thought, amusement flickering across his face.
Gianna pushed the white sheet aside and sat in front of him. Now facing each other, knees almost touching, she held out her hands.
"Take vows with me," she said, her voice steady, her gaze direct.
"Ermm, okay…" Dian said hesitantly, unsure what she meant. She's like a different person right now… but vows?
"What do I have to do?"
"Just repeat after me," Gianna replied, holding her hands out. "Give me your hands first."
Dian complied, placing his hands into hers. They were warm, slightly trembling.
Holding their joined hands between them, Gianna began softly, "O Great Goddess of Nature, may you bless us both—"
Then her words shifted into a different tongue, a flowing, melodic language Dian couldn't understand. He looked at her, puzzled.
Just then, a familiar voice echoed in his mind.
"Host, you move fast. It hasn't been that long, and you've got another woman?" The system's voice chimed, teasing.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Dian asked mentally, still confused.
"Oh? You really don't know?" she said smugly. "It's a sacred elven ritual. A marriage vow."
Dian's eyes widened slightly. A… marriage ritual? But the surprise didn't last.
Gianna's voice brought him back. "Dian Skyster, will you be my husband?" she asked, squeezing his hands gently. Her tone was strong—but he could sense the trembling emotion behind it. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes. Not fear of him, but of rejection.
Dian's heart softened. "Yes," he said without hesitation.
Her grip loosened instantly, as though she'd been holding a heavy weight. Her expression remained calm, but her eyes betrayed a joy that could no longer be hidden.
"Your turn, Host," the system whispered with amusement.
Dian leaned closer, his voice gentle but unwavering. "Gianna Measter, will you be my wife?"
"Yes!" she answered, a little too quickly, as if she'd been waiting to hear those words all her life. And then—
Mumph! She kissed him.
A soft, sweet kiss. Not passionate or wild, but filled with a lifetime of promise.
Soft… sweet… like honey? Dian's mind drifted. But… juicier than before…
As her lips left his, a soft golden thread circled around them, glowing gently before vanishing like mist.
Back in her place, Gianna's confident mask crumbled. Her smile bloomed, radiant, her cheeks pink. With a squeak, she lunged forward and buried her face in Dian's chest.
Chimes rang in Dian's mind again, but he ignored them. What mattered now was Gianna, his 'wife'.
"Oh? All shy now?" he teased, wrapping his arms around her. She fit there perfectly, like she belonged.
Gianna couldn't speak. Her face was beet red, her heart racing in her chest. The silence stretched between them—but it was warm, comforting.
Dian gently patted her head, brushing his fingers through her hair. "Okay, now it's time to leave. We can't be late."
Suddenly, it struck him.
Oh no… I didn't tell her about Suzine…
A shadow crossed his expression. He gently pulled away, looking into her sparkling green eyes.
"Gian—no… dear," he began. "There's something I didn't tell you before."
She tilted her head.
"I… also have another woman waiting for me back home." His voice was quiet, uncertain. A solemn look passed over his face.
He couldn't meet her eyes. "I-I'm so—"
"Hm? So what?" Gianna blinked, confused. "Isn't it normal for a noble to have multiple wives?"
Dian looked up in shock. Aah… I'm still clinging to Earth's morals…
Before he could spiral further, her voice pulled him back.
"But…" Gianna said, her voice quiet, almost fragile, "I'd like it if you could give me a little space in your heart… Even just a corner would be enough."
That hit Dian deep. Her words weren't flowery or dramatic—they were raw, filled with truth and longing.
"Oh, come here," he said suddenly, and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
Mmmhhp…!
This one was different. Needy. Fierce. Their lips clashed and lingered, parting only when they were gasping for air.
Panting, Dian leaned his forehead against hers. "I love you," he whispered.
Gianna's eyes widened. Her breath caught. But he wasn't finished.
"Not just a little. I love you with all my heart. And not just you—but every woman I've accepted, or will accept, into my life. I will love them wholeheartedly. Each and every one."
He gently cupped her cheeks. "But if ever that's not enough… just tell me."
Tears shimmered in Gianna's eyes. His words weren't perfect—but they were real, and they were his. Her heart overflowed. He really is the one...
She nodded silently, burying herself in his arms once more. For a while, they stayed like that, still. No more words. Just the beating of their hearts and the warmth they shared.
Finally, Dian spoke, voice light, teasing. "Okay, it's time to go now. Otherwise your sister might get mad at me."
Gianna blinked. "S-sister…?" she murmured, a blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Hmm. Sister. Both of you are my wives now," Dian grinned. "Isn't that obvious?"
With that, he rose from the bed. His sheer night robe clung to him, tracing every line of muscle on his chest, shoulders, abs, and back.
Gianna's breath caught again. The way the dawn light kissed his skin, how his dark hair glowed faintly with gold—it was unreal.
He's like something out of a painting… she thought. Her eyes traced every inch of him as he walked toward the bath.
A husband… she murmured under her breath, cheeks flaming as she rolled onto the bed, hugging the pillow close.
.
.
.
Inside the washroom, Dian headed straight for the large tub. Big enough to fit five people, it was filled with rose-scented water that calmed his thoughts.
And just then— Ding!
A blue screen popped up in front of him.
[Ding!]
[Host's Luck has increased by +100]
[Host has stolen another woman from the 'Chosen One.']
[Host has caused mental instability to the Fate's Chosen One.]
[Title Promoted – Rebeler ~ Novice Villain]
More messages followed, but Dian's eyes were drawn to the golden text.
"Novice Villain…?" he murmured, reading aloud.