The night was cool as water, with the occasional cry of a wild beast breaking the silence.
"Were you thinking about Big Mom's Tea Party?"
Robin's cultured voice came from behind him. Lott did not turn around, merely replying softly, "No, I was just marveling at how quickly we made it to the New World."
Robin slowly walked up behind Lott and gently wrapped her arms around him.
"You need to take a break now and then. I don't want you wearing yourself out."
Lott took Robin's hands and gently rubbed them.
He had to admit that Robin really was excellent wife material-intelligent and understanding.
"There are some things you can't simply refuse to do because you don't want to. Once you've started, there's no turning back."
On second thought, he had already been in this world for almost three years, and as time slowly passed, his outlook had changed somewhat.
He had gradually gone from being someone who had transmigrated here to becoming part of this world.
What made him happy, though, was having a group of companions around him, along with so many women who loved him.
Robin pressed her face against Lott's back. "I know your dream, but it isn't something you can achieve overnight. You still need to rest when it's time to rest."
Lott turned around and drew Robin's slender body into his arms, resting his chin on her head. "As long as I have all of you, I won't get tired."
Listening to Lott's strong, pounding heartbeat, Robin could not help holding him tighter.
Only at moments like this did she feel that Lott was real.
Most of the time, Lott gave her the impression of a lofty god who had descended to experience mortal life.
He always seemed mysterious to her, as though