I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

Chapter 35 When it gets slutty, it becomes unrestrained, ruthless, and desperate.

The morning light, like melting gold dust, gently flowed into the room through the gauze curtains, dispelling the silence of the night.

Euphemia's consciousness rose gently from the deep sea like a floating feather.

She first felt an unprecedented, languid, enveloping sensation, as if she were soaking in a hot spring, followed by...

A strange, stagnant sensation, extremely clear yet not painful, came from inside my body.

It is particularly concentrated in the waist.

That feeling... was like the soreness Yueyi experienced after maintaining the same tense posture for a long time.

It's like when you're learning to ride a horse for the first time, the excessively violent jolting shakes the finest fibers deep within your muscles.

As she gradually regained consciousness, this subtle feeling of unease became more and more obvious, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brow and instinctively try to adjust her position in bed.

The slightest movement—

"Mmm..." A very soft moan, filled with sleepiness and a nasal tone, escaped from her lips unexpectedly.

That sound instantly ignited the fuse of memories!

Last night, fragments of sensory memories magnified by the darkness came rushing in like burning butterflies:

The cool silhouette of a back pressed tightly against mine in the darkness… the incredible suppleness and strength conveyed by my palms as they embraced her slender waist…

When passion takes hold, they cling to each other more tightly, as if trying to meld themselves into the other's body...

And then… that cool, gentle touch on my forehead, as if branded deep into my soul… and what followed…

That deeper, more entangled, blurred edge of consciousness, silently guided to an even tighter embrace... the rubbing of bodies...

"boom--!"

My blood seemed to flow backwards instantly!

A scorching red tide, hot enough to melt steel, surged up from Yuffie's toes without warning.

It struck her delicate earlobes and soft cheeks with the force of a volcanic eruption, eventually dyeing her entire face like a ripe sunset.

She buried her face even deeper into the soft down pillow, her body instantly stiffening like a stone sculpture.

Even my toes curled up in shame! My heart was pounding wildly in my chest!

Oh my god... what did she do last night?! What did she say?! What did she do?!

Just then, a very subtle sound came from beside me. The pressure of the bedding subtly shifted.

Yuffie almost held her breath, not daring to even tremble her eyelashes. Through the gaps between her fingers covering her face and the pillowcase, she saw—

Melousin slowly sat up with her unique, elegant rhythm, as if she had stepped out of an old oil painting.

The golden rays of dawn outlined her smooth, graceful lines as she sat up, her silver hair flowing like morning mist down her smooth back.

A flowing galaxy spreads across the pristine white sheets.

Her uniquely made, form-fitting silk morning robe shimmered with a faint pearly luster in the soft light, perfectly flawless without a single wrinkle.

She didn't seem to notice Yuffie's awakening immediately, but rather moved her neck slightly in a lazy and focused manner, quite naturally.

Her movements were as graceful as a deer stretching out its branches in the forest, her shoulder blades drawing a smooth and charming arc beneath her silk robe.

Then, her gaze seemed to casually sweep over the direction where Euphemia was looking down.

Even through the pillow, Yuffie could almost feel the calm, lake-like gaze of those molten gold vertical pupils, and her heart skipped a beat.

Meilushin did not speak.

After a very brief glance, she silently slid off the bed with an inhuman lightness.

The morning light danced on her as the fairy walked to the dressing table by the window, her profile reflected in the mirror as she began to comb her long hair.

His movements were meticulous and unhurried, as if he had just finished not a night of intense passion, but a pleasant reading experience.

Only Yuffie's disordered heartbeat and the whisper of the morning light remained in the room.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuffie felt that the heat on her face was becoming more bearable.

She slowly and painstakingly pulled herself out of the pillow where she was hiding.

A strange feeling, as if her whole body was falling apart, especially the distinct stiffness in her core waist and abdomen, reminded her once again of what had happened last night!

She didn't even dare to look at Melusin, stiffly lowering her head, her gaze fixed on her fingertips as if they held some unsolved cosmic mystery.

Good morning, Princess Euphemia.

Meiluxin's clear, cool voice rang out at just the right moment, breaking the tense awkwardness with its dewy quality.

She had finished getting ready and was standing perfectly still by the gilded tea table a few steps from the bed.

In the exquisite bone china tea set before me, two cups of black tea were releasing wisps of steam, mingling with a unique, warm, and sweet aroma of pine needles.

"Good morning..." Yuffie's voice was barely audible, her cheeks still flushed.

She forced herself to look up, but her gaze involuntarily fell first on Meluxin's wrist as she stirred the tea with a silver spoon.

The exposed wrist beneath the sleeve of the silk morning robe was as white as jade, showing no sign of fatigue or abnormality.

As her gaze swept over it, she gently turned her wrist, and the silver spoon traced a small vortex in the cup.

This small gesture, combined with her flawless posture in the morning light, made Yuffie's face flush instantly!

How did she manage to leave...not a single trace?!

"Did you sleep well?" Melusin casually put down the silver spoon.

Looking up at Yuffie, his molten gold vertical pupils were calm and unwavering, as if he were merely discussing the weather.

However, when her gaze swept over Yuffie's still flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled sideburns...

And as he sat awkwardly, emanating from a strange sensation deep within his body, a faint, almost imperceptible, upward curve appeared at the corner of his lips…

A subtle and intriguing curve that cannot be explained by "weather".

"It's...it's alright..." Yuffie's voice was still weak.

She felt extremely uncomfortable, especially under the all-knowing gaze of Melusin, the sluggishness inside her body seemed to be magnified tenfold!

Melissa didn't expose her; instead, she steadily pushed a bone china teacup with a violet pattern onto the coffee table in front of her. The rising steam blurred her vision.

“It seems that last night… Your Highness was determined to protect the courtyard…” She picked up her cup of tea.

Looking at Yuffie through the rising white steam, her molten gold vertical pupils shimmered with an extremely deep and clear light in the morning light.

"It's more explosive than I expected."

"Explosive power"... light and airy, yet like a precise little hammer, it struck Yuffie's most sensitive nerve at that moment!

"Pfft—cough! Cough cough!" Yuffie almost spat out the small mouthful of black tea she had just put in her mouth!

She frantically covered her mouth and coughed violently, her cheeks, which had just calmed down, burning again!

She could clearly feel the burning heat at the base of her ears.

The subtle, strange aches and pains that emanated from the deepest part of my body seemed to have a life of their own, silently accusing me of the absurdity and loss of control of last night!

She could hardly bear to look at Meluxin's eyes, which were as clear as a cold pool at dawn!

Oh no! She found out! She definitely knows everything! And she even said it so... so...!

The morning light is serene, and the aroma of black tea wafts through the air. The birdsong outside the window is melodious and pleasant. On either side of the small tea table.

One was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the carpet, her body screaming with evidence of last night's absurdity.

He sipped his tea with an air of divine composure, yet deep in his eyes shone a subtle light of understanding and joy that could ignite any shyness.

Beneath this seemingly peaceful and serene morning, surging within is Euphemia's tumultuous, shame-filled pink tsunami.

Melusin's phrase "explosive power" was like a depth charge dropped into the sea, silently creating ripples.

Chapter 36 I'll go buy you some oranges

The morning light filled the room like molten gold.

The air still held the lingering shyness and subtle sluggishness in Yuffie's waist, which had not been completely dispelled by the word "explosive power."

Meiluxin put down her bone china teacup, the crisp clinking sound breaking the fragile tranquility brought by the fragrant tea.

She lightly touched her lips with her fingertips, then turned her molten gold vertical pupils to Euphemia, with a hint of ease as if she had just decided on afternoon dessert:

"Ah~ it's time to go shopping for some things..." Her voice regained its soft, sugary quality, like someone just waking up from a nap.

"Purchasing?" Yuffie was slightly taken aback, her consciousness still slowly sinking in the pink mist of the early morning.

Melusin did not answer; she rose gracefully, like the flowing water of a lake under the moon.

She strolled over to the clothes rack, her fingertips lazily brushing against the incongruous country-style dress:

"This one... it's a perfect disguise..." she said critically, pursing her lips, "but it's an aesthetic disaster."

Just as Yuffie was about to say something—space instantly froze!

A drop of sapphire solution from the ancient deep sea—silently—drips, spreads, and solidifies around Melousin.

Without any bombardment of light and shadow, only in the transparent ripples where dimensions were momentarily stripped away, "lake blue" instantly covered her.

It wasn't like wearing clothes; it was more like liquid moonlight and polar cold flowing, shaping, and solidifying on her body.

The armor, like a frozen lake, conforms to the most perfect body curves, its lines as cold as if sculpted by the north wind, flowing with the deep, dark blue only found in the heart of a glacier.

Elegant! Swift! Deadly!

This is weaponry that embodies the art of hunting to its ultimate form! It is the perfect embodiment of the word "thin blade"!

In the instant of condensation, a soft, almost silent "clang—chime" sound flowed like ice crystals colliding as her fingertips moved slightly.

Melusin slowly turned her molten gold eyes, her gaze seemingly piercing through a thousand miles of void, fixed firmly on the direction of Kyoto—the deepest part of the sixth scientific research forbidden zone, the "lightless layer".

That gaze was no longer observation; it was the sharp edge of a gaze carving a blueprint for an invasion path on an invisible barrier.

When half of her face was covered by the mask worn by Lingyi, the lazy aura of early morning on her body was instantly washed away by the cold current.

All that remains is the inhuman coldness and murderous elegance that are the very essence of the "Knight of the Lake".

"Save your housewife outfit for boring afternoon tea..." Her voice had completely lost its soft warmth, like the first clear sound of ice being cracked by a foot.

"Today's job... requires a thin blade to be efficient in retrieving the goods..."

"Pick up the goods"? These two words, spoken so casually, are like the coldest form of humor.

Combined with the direction of her gaze, the last remaining hazy, romantic notions in Yuffie's mind shattered like fragile ice by the hammer of reality! A massive surge of information exploded:

The illusion of the orange grove → The roaring "seed" in Lelouch's bloodstained palm → The humanoid weapon codenamed "Orange" sleeping deep within the black box

"Purchasing things"...the purchase is of a cyborg nuclear bomb bound by multiple chains!

She's going to—broke into the empire's most heavily fortified technological stronghold! To "steal" that living, breathing creation of hell!

Cold! The extreme chill instantly froze Yuffie's bones, making her previous embarrassment and the strange soreness in her waist completely irrelevant.

She could almost hear the piercing sirens of an alarm deep within Kyoto! And see those eyes in the modification tank, forcibly lit, concealing some unknown calamity!

He was a human being, yet he was stripped of everything that makes him a human being!

"Melu... um?!" Yuffie wanted to say something, but the sound froze in her throat!

The fairy knight seemed completely oblivious to the turbulent waves his words had caused.

Her molten gold vertical pupils swept over the Arondette on her arm armor one last time, as if for a final self-affirmation—the thin blade was ready.

The lake-blue figure, like a streak of deep, cold light from the polar regions, silently glided out the door.

Just before her figure was about to completely blend into the sunlight outside the door, she suddenly froze at the boundary between light and shadow on the threshold.

Like a video that has been paused.

The hand encased in lake-blue soft armor rose naturally, its fingertips hovering lightly over the lips not covered by the mask.

"Shh-"

A short, sharp "shh" sound, as cold as the breaking of an icicle yet strangely soothing.