Silas returned to the camp.
It was already afternoon. Miss Elisa ordered her subordinates to find some forage to feed the horses.
"Look here."
"First, wash it thoroughly with this special cleaning solution... then, like this, grind it little by little with this small tool. You must not rush."
"..."
In the room.
Elena sat on a wooden chair, resting one foot on a stool. Miss Elisa sat in front of her, holding her foot.
Scrape, scrape.
A polishing tool made of some kind of wood rubbed against Elena's small, round toenails.
"After this step is done well, it's the most important step. Apply thin layers multiple times, you must wait until the first layer is completely dry before..."
"..."
Clearly, Elena was a bit ticklish. Or perhaps, she was feeling a bit flattered by Elisa's current actions.
"Ah..."
She noticed Silas had come in. And felt even more at a loss.
"Don't move."
"Humph, if some people are hungry, they can go eat by themselves. Don't disturb me and Sister Elena."
"..."
Miss Elisa was sulking.
The result was obvious.
Elisa knew absolutely nothing, otherwise, she couldn't be peacefully painting her sister-in-law's toenails.
"..."
Silas saw that there was food left for him on the living room table.
While eating, he found some parchment to draw blueprints.
Miss Siya had always wanted to improve her cooking skills, but was limited by her sense of taste and smell. Plus, controlling the heat in the Middle Ages was difficult. So, what was supposed to be presented as a physical object later... would be brought out as blueprints first.
There seemed to be flower sellers in this place too.
He still had a few copper coins on him.
For food... he'd prepare some sashimi. Add candles to make a special candlelit dinner.
If she still disagreed after doing everything possible. Mmh, he could only rely on his physical hardware to sleep his way to persuasion.
"Elisa, I'm going out to see if I can collect some materials. There's some wood that Flores Town doesn't have."
"Go wherever you want."
"..."
"Wait!"
Seeing that Silas was really leaving, Miss Elisa turned her head and glared at him.
"Will you be back... tonight before tomorrow morning?"
"I will."
"Humph, I just wanted to say, if you don't plan on coming back, there's no need to wait for you."
"..."
Probably, after getting the answer "I will come back," Miss Elisa would wait the whole time.
A very strange atmosphere.
The Princess knew very well where he was going, and seemed to tacitly allow him to "lie" because his sister-in-law was present.
And the sister-in-law also knew where he was going, enduring the ticklishness on her toes while shooting him a "don't worry about things here" look.
Where did the confidence come from before, thinking he could solve this quickly and easily?
"Phew."
Walking out the door.
Silas let out a long breath. Was this the feeling of walking on thin ice? He didn't experience it in the game, but he was experiencing it in reality.
On the other side.
Madam Melina was trembling with fear.
Click.
Watching her daughter take out a rabbit ear hairpin and clip it onto her head. Even a slight turn of her head made her feel something swaying on top.
The usually self-proclaimed mature Madam was shaken violently.
She felt a chill all over her body; it was too revealing. The cheongsam not only had a high slit up to her waist, but also exposed a third of her snow-white chest. Her breasts were even a bit bigger than Miss Siya's.
If she wasn't wearing any clothes, they would sag a little, but wearing this bra propped them up... the tight tension made it seem like the clothes would burst open at any moment. The neckline was so tight it left an indentation.
"Siya."
"Th-this is still not very good... let Mama change into something normal!"
The Madam's appeal had shifted from whether to have further communication with Silas to simply wanting a more normal outfit.
"If Mama is too normal, Silas won't have lust."
"But, he shouldn't have any towards me in the first place..."
"Mama, Silas is coming."
"Eh?!"
"..."
Seeing her daughter pick up the bundle containing normal clothes, Madam Melina panicked.
"Wait a minute! At least let me change my underwear..."
She had already left.
Although the Madam's physical fitness was much better than a normal person's because she was an artificial human, compared to a slime, she was far behind.
She couldn't walk out wearing these clothes either. What if she ran into someone else?
Ashamed and anxious, but completely helpless.
She could only sit on the chair, the degree of buttock exposure too high... the chair felt very cold.
Looking back at the experience of knowing her son-in-law.
The first time, it seemed she thought he was the only pleasing man to the eye, planning to get his semen, actively seducing him.
The second time, she was locked in the basement and trained.
The third time, she discovered her body was artificial. Meeting again, she found he had solved all the problems concerning her daughter. He wasn't lusting after her daughter's body.
A stereotype of a person is influenced by the qualities initially perceived. If from the beginning one feels the other party is a disgusting person, then even if the other party is actually a good person, one will always feel they are disgusting because of a reluctance to learn more.
But there are exceptions. That is having to interact again because of some opportunity.
The Madam had the opportunity to refresh her impression of Silas because of her daughter. Then, when the original stereotype was cleared, and even brought guilt...
Although she was nominally Miss Siya's mother.
But they had absolutely no blood relation. She had never given birth, never been in love. Besides Silas, she had never done it either.
"..."
Madam Melina's heart beat very fast. The last time was during the interval when her daughter was finally willing to talk to her.
There must be a problem!
Artificial human, creating a self full of maternal instinct... the root of maternal instinct is because of a child, and the premise of having a child is mating with a man. It must be because this maternal instinct brings lust... that's why she couldn't forget him.
Really going to do it?
She didn't feel qualified to teach her daughter about emotional matters. Nor did she think the theory of "fertile water shouldn't flow into outsiders' fields" was right. But inherently, the fact that her son-in-law had several women around him was already wrong. It couldn't be judged by common sense. According to common sense, she would definitely teach this scumbag son-in-law a lesson, no, she fundamentally wouldn't want her daughter to need a man.
Phew.
Alright.
She indeed... had feelings for her son-in-law.
Since her daughter had said so, then she should bring out the maturity that belongs to a mother's identity. Even if they were going to do it, she couldn't feel she was better than her daughter just because of what happened between them... Her purpose was only to make her son-in-law focus his heart.
Thump thump.
Not long after, the door was knocked.
"..."
Madam Melina's heart leaped to her throat, her hands unconsciously covering her somewhat exposed chest. Her voice was a bit hoarse, "Who is it?"
"Madam, it's me."
"..."
Confirming it was Silas, the Madam gritted her teeth and opened the door. Her face unconsciously turned red. So ashamed she found it hard to look directly into Silas's eyes. With her head lowered, she happened to see Silas holding a bouquet of fresh flowers and some gifts.
Intending to use them to coax her daughter? At least he still cared about her daughter's feelings... not entirely a scumbag.
"Is Siya not here?"
"Ah..."
"Madam, I will explain this matter to you later. I'll go find Miss Siya first."
"..."
Madam Melina finally suppressed her shame and raised her head, only to find Silas was already planning to leave. He seemed completely unconcerned about what she was wearing.
"Don't you want to ask why I'm dressed like this?"
"It's a personal hobby."
"?"
Madam Melina was stunned.
As early as six hundred years ago, she had suffered such humiliation. Before planning to leave silently, she thought about repaying Silas with her body. But even after changing into a black silk cheongsam, she didn't get a second glance.
Meeting again, sometimes she still worried about how to get along with Silas. But the result was... she might not have been taken seriously at all.
Now perhaps.
She had done a lot of mental preparation. But forgot, her son-in-law might not even treat her as a woman at all.
"In your eyes, I... have no charm at all?"
"Madam is of course very charming, but there are more important things right now."
"Do you dare to turn around and look at me?"
Madam Melina had already forgotten what her daughter said. Now she was simply holding a breath of anger; she just wanted to know if she counted as a woman or not.
"..."
Silas turned around. His gaze stared calmly at Melina's face.
"..."
Madam Melina didn't see any changes belonging to a man. It seemed the only one nervous was always her.
"My daughter should be nearby. Yes, just nearby... look around, she's definitely there."
"She said, she doesn't want to see any more strange women; if there must be one... it might as well be me."
"Very strange, right? My daughter is like this. But it was all taught by you. You taught her to be like this... I am also a strange mother."
"Actually, expecting something to happen with my son-in-law... what's the point of covering up, anyway you don't treat me as a woman, really."
"..."
She finished speaking in such a self-abandoning way. Madam Melina really didn't care anymore.
"Miss Siya really said that?"
"Mmh..."
But she miraculously felt his gaze land on the cleavage of her chest.
"Madam is a very charming woman. But... let's talk about this later."
"..."
In Melina's eyes, the moment Silas turned away, there was a slight reaction unique to men.
What does "talk about this later" mean?
Facing her, he could get hard? No, inherently he definitely would. Because doing that kind of thing before... couldn't be done without treating her as a woman.