And the marks on it.
Durandal's eyes widened. She stared blankly at Rita's body, not only stunned by its beauty, but also because the marks on it were exactly the same as the ones that had yet to fade from her own body.
Th-This...
Durandal's thoughts came to a halt.
"Lady Durandal, there is something I wish to confess to you."
Rita spoke.
Durandal had always treated her well and told her everything without reservation. Rita ought to live up to Durandal's expectations as well. She no longer wanted to muddle through with deception, but wanted to treat Durandal honestly, just as Durandal had treated her.
Rita suddenly understood that the moment she had always been waiting for had to be now.
Without concealing anything, she exposed the marks of being pampered before Durandal, then climbed down from the bed and stepped barefoot onto the floor.
There was not the slightest sign of illness.
No matter how slow Durandal was, she should have realized that Rita was perfectly healthy.
"Actually, I'm just like you." Rita revealed a mischievous smile and lowered her head to look at her bed.
Under it, there was a shameless man and woman.
Heh heh heh, I'm not going to give you two the chance to hide there and watch the show. I'll even make you expose yourselves together.
Rita felt as though she had turned the tables.
"I have something to confess to you."
Under Durandal's astonished gaze, Rita bent down and directly lifted the edge of the bedsheet covering the space beneath the bed.
"Come out."
Rita said with a smile.
At this point, she suddenly looked forward to seeing what expression Otto would wear as he emerged naked from beneath the bed with the equally naked Lost Rose.
However, beneath Rita's expectant gaze—