I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Chapter 116 Anne's Confidence

Han Dong City, a room on the second floor of an inconspicuous cheap hotel.

Mel Carlos is practicing breathing techniques.

Since being rescued by old Jack, Mel Carlos's life seems to have a glimmer of hope.

He became a member of the Han Dong City branch of the Prophet's Sect.

Inspired by the vision of a world of great harmony, Mel has also developed a considerable number of members.

Besides completing sect tasks, their daily routine consisted of rigorous ascetic practices.

The breathing technique he had mastered in the forest allowed him to break through to the intermediate knight level despite the scarcity of resources.

That speed should be considered fast, right?

Mel wasn't sure either.

The short period of time did not diminish Mel's hatred.

But he knew that a mid-level knight was still no match for the true martial prowess of a noble.

He needs to be stronger.

Good morning, Mr. Mel.

A clear, youthful voice rang out.

This disrupted Mel's meditative state.

Mel looked up.

At the doorway, a young girl was looking at him with a smile in her eyes.

Her long, golden hair was tied in a ponytail, with a few stray strands playfully falling beside her cheeks.

Those eyes were a clear, deep blue, as if reflecting the deep sea under a cloudless, clear sky.

She was wearing only a plain, faded linen dress, simple in style and even a bit oversized.

But it couldn't hide her youthful energy and shapely figure.

A look of amazement flashed in Mel's eyes.

That voice... is it Anne's?

That girl was someone he had rescued from several thugs who wanted to take advantage of her.

Anne usually makes herself look dusty and dirty for safety, with charcoal ash on her face and her hair hidden in a headscarf. I never expected her to look so radiant.

Mel quickly composed herself, trying to keep her tone as calm as usual: "Good morning, Annie."

"How do I look? Pretty, right?" she said, tilting her chin slightly with a hint of smugness on her face.

Anne walked toward Mel.

She took a light step forward, put her hands behind her back, tilted her head slightly, and smiled brightly: "I've already told Mr. Mel that I'm naturally very beautiful."

"Now you see?"

"So, Mr. Mel, isn't it a win-win situation to be my boyfriend?" As she spoke, Anne twirled gracefully, her linen skirt parting in an arc, her golden hair fluttering in the wind.

Like a dancing butterfly, she displayed her beauty before Mel.

Mel remained silent.

Anne's beauty is undeniable.

Mel's reaction made Annie very happy.

"Good morning." A soft, sweet, and adorable voice rang out.

Behind Anne, an even smaller figure peeked out.

With the same golden hair, the same big blue eyes, and a slightly chubby, fair face, she looked four or five parts like Annie, like a delicate porcelain doll.

She was also wearing a clean linen dress and carrying a bamboo basket that was a bit too big for her.

"Who is this little girl?" Mel asked Anne with some curiosity.

"This is my sister, Heather." Anne pulled the little girl over, her tone full of affection.

Heather blinked her big eyes, curiously looking at Mel, then suddenly spoke in a clear, crisp voice:

"Sister, sister, is this your husband?"

"He's so handsome! When Heather grows up, she can marry him!"

Children's innocent remarks instantly created a subtle atmosphere in the room.

Anne's face flushed red, and she quickly covered her sister's mouth: "Oh! Heather! Don't talk nonsense!"

Then she quickly looked at Mel, her face flushed red, but her bright blue eyes sparkled with a certain determination: "No, Heather, Mr. Mel belongs to my sister, you can't have this."

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Mel was somewhat shocked and confused: "Wait, Annie... what were you and your sister talking about? How did I become... her brother-in-law?"

Although Anne was shy, she feigned complete confidence. She released her hand from Heather's cheek and looked at Mel with her bright blue eyes.

"Anyway, you'll definitely become her brother-in-law sooner or later!"

"It's not wrong for her to call you brother-in-law now!"

"Can you really keep rejecting the advances of a stunningly beautiful young woman like me, Mr. Mel Carlos?"

After saying that, Annie puffed out her chest, although the blush on her cheeks showed that she was also a little shy.

"I...I really don't have those thoughts right now." Mel sighed, looked away, and gazed out the window.

With his mother and sister's great revenge still unavenged and the sect's mission still unfinished, how could he indulge in personal feelings?

"Hmph!" Annie puffed out her cheeks, looking like an angry little pufferfish.

She walked directly to Mel's desk, placed her hands on the table, leaned close, and stared intently at him with her beautiful, deep blue eyes filled with Mel's gaze.

Anne was very close.

Mel could smell her faint, sweet fragrance.

Those beautiful, clear eyes, so close to my face, made Mel's heart skip a beat.

He turned his head away somewhat awkwardly, his ears feeling slightly hot.

Such a beautiful girl, such a passionate and sincere confession...

To say you're not tempted would be self-deception.

But... the image of her sister and mother's tragic deaths still haunts Mel's mind.

Mel really has no interest in dating.

"Annie, I really don't have the mind for romance right now."

Mel's voice was somewhat low, even carrying a deliberate sense of distance.

Hearing him refuse again, Annie turned her head away and snorted.

But she quickly turned back, her face regaining that stubborn smile: "I'm not going to give up! Even if you don't like me now, I'll make you fall in love with me later!"

After she finished speaking as if making a declaration, she turned to her younger sister, "Heather, bring up the breakfast your sister made."

"Okay!" Little Heather replied obediently, carrying the basket and struggling to walk over with her short legs.

Anne took the basket and placed it on the table.

With a lingering blush on her face, she glanced at Mel somewhat shyly before carefully opening the basket lid.

Inside were several evenly sliced ​​and carefully steamed pieces of dark bread, and a bowl of vegetable soup.

Wild vegetable leaves floated on the soup noodles, and a few slices of salted meat floated in the soup.

Perhaps finding the breakfast rather simple and meager, Annie's face flushed even more. She tilted her head, her fingers unconsciously twirling the ends of her loose hair. Her voice softened considerably, yet she still tried to maintain that shred of pride.

"Um... please don't be disgusted... after all, it was made by a beautiful girl herself, and she even fed me breakfast... as long as it's breakfast, the thought is what counts, right?"

As she spoke, she mustered her courage, picked up a piece of black bread, and carefully held it to Mel's lips, her eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness: "Come on, open your mouth."

The girl's ear tips were a deep, translucent red, and even her slender neck was tinged with a light pink.

Clearly, it took a lot of courage for her to make such an intimate gesture as "feeding".

Mel looked at the rough but steaming bread at her lips, then at Annie's blue eyes filled with expectation and shyness, and was touched.

But he shook his head: "No need for that, Annie."

"I can take care of breakfast myself. You...you don't earn money easily either."

He knew about Anne's family situation.

Having lost her parents at a young age, she raised her younger sister by mending clothes, weaving simple handicrafts, and occasionally washing dishes at a dockside restaurant.

The few slices of salted meat in this breakfast were probably something she had saved up for a long time to buy to improve the meals for the two sisters, but now she was giving them to him.

"You can't refuse!" Upon hearing his words, Annie's shyness was instantly replaced by a stubbornness, and her blue eyes widened.

"If you don't eat it, I'll... I'll throw it away!"

As if to prove she was telling the truth, Anne pretended to throw the bread slice out the window.

"Huh? Sister, are you really going to throw it away? Can't I eat it? Don't you always say that Heather is growing and should eat more?" Heather put her finger to her lips, her big eyes full of longing and confusion for food.

"Shh! Heather, don't talk nonsense. I'll make it for you when we get back." Annie quickly stopped her sister, then glared at Mel with a "fierce" look.

Mel was helpless. He knew Annie was telling the truth; once this girl got stubborn, no one could stop her.

He made up his mind to finish eating first, and then make it up to her later.

"Annie, yes, Heather is indeed growing, so this bread should be given to Heather..." Mel tried to make a last-ditch effort.

"No! Don't! I said if you don't eat it, I'll throw it away! Hurry up and open your mouth!" Annie pushed the bread slice forward again, almost touching Mel's lips, her eyes filled with unwavering determination.

Looking into Annie's deep blue eyes, which held both stubbornness and concern, Mel knew that refusing again would only make her more upset.

He sighed inwardly and finally opened his mouth.

Annie's face instantly lit up with a bright smile as she carefully fed him a slice of bread. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his lips, causing her to quickly pull her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, her face turning even redder.

Seeing that Mel had accepted the food, Annie looked very happy, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

Mel slowly chewed on the pieces of dark bread. The taste wasn't great, but they all seemed to have an unusual flavor.

In no time, the entire piece of bread was devoured.

"Ah—open your mouth, Mr. Mel." Anne picked up the spoon again and scooped a spoonful of soup from the earthenware bowl.

She blew on it gently and then brought it to Mel's lips again.

This time her movements were more natural, although her cheeks were still flushed.

Mel no longer refused.

Under the gaze of Anne's beautiful and lively eyes, he lowered his head and drank the spoonful of soup from her hand.

The soup was very bland, and the salted pork slices were cooked to almost no flavor.

But at this moment, Mel felt the warmth of home, just like when her father, mother, and sister were still alive.

And so, under Anne's supervision, Mel quickly finished the simple breakfast.

"Wow! My Mr. Mel actually ate it all!"

"That's the best compliment you can give your wife!"

Annie clapped her hands happily, her eyes sparkling.

She neatly tidied up the dishes, put them back in the basket, then picked up the basket and said to Mr. Mel, "I'll be back at noon, Mr. Mel."

"Annie, you don't need to go to so much trouble, I really..."

Annie interrupted him, her expression turning serious.

"That won't do!"

"If I don't come, Mr. Mel is always engrossed in work and meditation, sometimes even skipping meals. His body can't take it!"

"I..." Mel knew how much the girl's feelings were and understood her worries.

However, this overly kind and heavy concern felt like a sweet burden to him, who was filled with hatred and a sense of mission at that moment.

"Annie, I really..."

Annie interrupted him again: "I don't care! I'm not giving up!"

"I have to go now. Anne doesn't want to listen to Mr. Mel's idiotic talk!"

Heysel, let's go.

After saying that, Annie picked up the basket, took her sister's hand, turned around and walked towards the door with light steps.

"Okay, sister!" Heather followed obediently, not forgetting to turn back and wave to Mel, "Goodbye, brother-in-law!"

"Wait," Mel called to them, taking a small cloth bag from his pocket, opening it to reveal his only three silver coins.

This was given to him by Old Jack as funds for the necessary activities and personal lives of the sect members.

He walked over, intending to give it to Annie.

Anne glanced at the three silver coins, then took a small step back, shook her head, and gave a gentle yet slightly mischievous smile: "No need, Mr. Mel."

"Anyway, I'll be Mr. Mel's wife eventually, so Mr. Mel's money is my money. You can keep it safe now!"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, she gave Mel no chance to refuse, grabbed her sister, ran out of the room, and went down the stairs.

Mel stood at the door, holding the three silver coins in his hand, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The sun shone brightly outside the window, and the hustle and bustle of the dock could be faintly heard, while in his quiet room, the scent of the young girl seemed to linger.

Walking down the narrow alleyway home, Heather looked up and asked, "Sister, sister, did your brother-in-law reject you?"

"So, when Heather grows up, she can...?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Heather!" Annie gave her sister a gentle tap on the head, then rubbed Heather's chubby cheeks, her eyes filled with anticipation and confidence.

"Mr. Mel is a stubborn man with a soft heart; he definitely likes my sister."

"It's just... he has something very important on his mind, so he hasn't figured out how to accept his sister yet!"

Anyway.

"Mr. Mel, he can't escape."

He'll be your brother-in-law sooner or later.

"By that day, he had finished those heavy tasks."

"Then he realized that I had been waiting for him all along."

"At that time, he will definitely be very moved and rush over, maybe even crying like a child, saying: Annie, thank you for waiting for me all this time."

"Um!"

"must!"

"Would that be?" Heather asked, somewhat curious.

"I definitely will," Anne said confidently.