The Long-Awaited Meeting, Father(?) and Son

"Good day, Master of Lawrence."

Harley rose gracefully and gave Fujimaru Ritsuka a slight bow. "You are the master Lawrence serves, and as Lawrence's wife, it is only proper that I offer you my respects."

"Huh? Huh!?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled, raising an arm in front of himself as a faint blush spread across his face.

W-what was with Miss Lawrence? The feeling she gave off was completely different from the usual Miss Lawrence!

No, rather than different, anyone could tell at a glance that they absolutely were not the same person!

"Don't be like that, Harley. This isn't the era we lived in. You'll scare Master like this." Lawrence took Harley's hand, his brows twitching slightly.

"Is that so? My apologies for the discourtesy." Harley patted Lawrence's hand. "My name is Harley Baharguli Ovis."

"I am merely a phantom spirit that exists here because of longing."

Lawrence tightened his hold on Harley's hand slightly. His eyes held only Harley as he smiled gently.

"Y-yes, I'm Fujimaru Ritsuka." Fujimaru Ritsuka hurriedly introduced himself, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Lawrence and Harley before him.

So this is Miss Lawrence's wife? She's so elegant—really, really elegant!

In truth, Harley's appearance and temperament were not the most outstanding among the women Fujimaru Ritsuka had met.

His journey to save humanity had brought him face-to-face with many beautiful women, all of them great women etched into human history: the saint Jeanne d'Arc, Martha, nobles and royalty like Carmilla and Marie Antoinette, the cross-dressing beauty King Arthur, Rome's emperor Nero, and even someone as unconventional as Francis Drake.

Yet none of them gave Fujimaru Ritsuka the same feeling Harley did. It was special.

It was probably something like—

She feels like a mom.

*Logically, after spending so much time with Miss Lawrence, I