Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

The night was deep in the villa, and most of the people there had gone to their respective rooms to rest, though Iris was the only one who shut her eyelids and slept. She basically had no plans for the night, and she also believed in the effectiveness of beauty sleep, so she had no reason to stay up late. Raphael was still active and awake; he was vigorously doing Natasha in his chamber at the moment. He usually did Natasha in a threesome with Mathilda, her cousin, but during their stay here, Natasha was determined to please her beloved master now that she could solo him. So she was doing her best to last longer and do more rounds than usual in order to prove that she was the best servant among his personal maids to accompany him in bed. Raphael was aware that she was actually his best maid in terms of endurance and stamina, even though she was one of the less experienced among them, which was probably why he chose her for this task. Meanwhile, his sister, Louise, was standing in front of the door of one of the rooms while she was in her regular nightgown. "Sigh..." After gathering some courage, Louise knocked on the door twice. A few seconds later, she then twisted the doorknob and opened the door, as she actually did not need to request permission to enter. She went inside and found herself in a dark room. "I am here, Christine. Just like what I promised you." Louise said as she was shutting back the door. Earlier, Louise made promises to Christine that she would eat her lunch as well as her dinner. The request was not that hard for her, as all Christine wanted was to have someone listen to her problems. The promise was set at night, so Louise was present in Christine's room. "Thank you for coming, Louise." "No problem as long as I can help you." Inside the room, Louise saw Christine sitting and hugging her knees on her bed with her sleeping clothes on. However, Louise could see the darkening under her eyes and the compilation of both dried and wet tears surrounding them. Louise did not know if she would use the chair or sit next to her, but Christmas was subtly gesturing with her eyes by flickering them to her and to the bed back and forth, indicating that Christine wanted her to sit beside her. However, Louise was hesitating at first, but then she remembered that they had been in the same bed before. So she thought it was not a big deal and went for it with redness on her cheeks. "Please, excuse me." Louise got to the bed and sat beside Christine. She did not try to stick her shoulder with her, as Louise respected her personal space. "I am sorry for taking your time just to fulfill my selfish desire, Louise," Christine said as she burrowed her face between her knees. "It's okay. We secluded you from the capital for the reason of helping you in the first place, so I should at least do my part. Even if I don't have to, I would still help you by any means of my own volition." "...If you really want to go that far, then please bear with my blatherings." "That is the reason why I am here." Soon after, Louise put a hand on Christine's back and started stroking it gently. It somewhat relieved Christine, so she started expressing her feelings. "I don't know why... Why does he have to do this to me...?" As soon as she started, her eyes moistened and tears began to run down her face. "I did everything for him, and this is what he pays for me? This isn't fair." Even though it had been more than a day since that night happened, the lain was still fresh in Christine's heart. She felt it seemed endless, no matter how many tears she had to shed. "You did nothing wrong, Christine," Louise consoled. "But the prince did not seem to understand it."

"I guess you are right." Christine then dropped her gaze. "He has been blinded by that woman who he just met not long ago. I was actually hoping that he was only interested in her and would fade in a week or so, but I was wrong, completely wrong." "Every person changes over time, and Prince Edward is not an exception." "I know that, but I still don't understand. I dedicated my whole life trying to improve myself in accordance with the prince's preferences. I studied under the best tutor my family could ever find, risked my own life in dungeons to get stronger in order to be in the same class as him, and many more. I am proud to say that I am literally the best partner he could find." "Christine..." After venting her stress, Christine then looked directly into Louise's eyes. With those pathetic teary eyes of hers, Louise could not help but have second thoughts about whether to look or not. But in the end, she locked hers with Christine's. "Tell me, Louise, where did I go wrong? What am I lacking?" "You are definitely perfect, Christine," she responded seriously. "It's just that not everything goes well with what we have planned." "Then why did he throw me like a broken toy?!" she cried. "You must have never experienced getting hurt yet, so why's that you can't understand me?!" "I definitely can understand you, Christine, as I have already experienced getting betrayed and hurt," Louise said with an empathetic smile. "It was very painful if you asked." "Huh?" Hearing her calm response, Christine eventually lowered her temper. "You...experienced this kind of pain...?" "Yes. It happened the time when you found me that night in the hallway, sitting against the wall alone and cold." Christine then remembered the time when she found Louise in the lowest state she had ever seen. The time she helped her by offering her a bed to lay on, those memories were still vivid in Christine's mind. "Really? You have gone through that as well. If you don't mind, I am really curious about what happened to you that time..." "Well, I don't really mind. The one who hurt me was none other than...my little brother, Raphael," she revealed.