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

The reward for winning Chapter 75 is a delicious elf girl.

In Sylvia's restaurant, a warm yellow glow gently enveloped the messy table.

The silver-haired girl rubbed her slightly bulging belly contentedly, her emerald green eyes still lingering with the satisfaction of the delicious food.

"Vera, you should go back now."

"I'll clean this place up and then go back."

Sylvia said softly as she tidied up the spice jars scattered on the counter.

She was very focused, her pigtails swaying gently with her movements, and a look of pleasure and satisfaction on her face.

Vera nodded and was about to turn around when she heard that familiar voice behind her.

"I send you."

"It's not safe for you to walk alone in a settlement at night."

Lynn had already walked over to her naturally, with a matter-of-fact smile on his face.

Are settlements very unsafe?

An Emperor-level Archdruid was in charge, and the Emerald Barrier was activated.

It's not safe there.

I think I'm not safe with you around.

Vera seemed to have thought of something, but her ears turned slightly red as she refused, saying, "I don't want you to take me! Silver Dew Village is perfectly safe!"

"Then consider it a walk to digest your food."

"Let's go."

Lynn had already stepped towards the door, but when he looked back at her, his eyes held an unyielding gaze.

Vera bit her lower lip, but in the end, she obediently followed.

The door closed gently behind me, shutting out the warm yellow light.

The coolness of the summer night instantly enveloped the two of them, and the moonlight poured down like mercury, paving a bright and clear path on the forest trail.

The two walked one after the other.

Vera walked ahead, her pace quicker than usual, her silver hair gleaming softly in the moonlight.

She could clearly feel Lynn following behind her—not too fast, not too slow, maintaining just the right distance, yet constantly reminding her of his presence.

The forest is not quiet on a summer night.

In the distance, the flickering lights of fireflies could be heard, while nearby, the low chirping of night insects filled the air, and the evening breeze rustled through the leaves.

But these sounds were now blurred into the background in Vera's ears.

What she heard was her own heart pounding like a drum.

Thump! Thump!! Thump!!

Each sound was so clear and so forceful, as if trying to break free from the constraints of the chest.

Her cheeks were burning, her palms were slightly sweaty, and a strange sense of tension enveloped her, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She wanted to turn around and look at him—just once—to make sure he was still following her, and if he was looking at her with that smiling gaze.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, her body froze.

What if... what if he's watching me too?

What if our eyes meet?

What should she say? What expression should she make?

Vera's fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, and her steps gradually slowed down.

She took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and finally turned her head very slightly and cautiously—

Under the moonlight, Lynn was indeed looking at her.

His gaze was focused, his brown eyes appearing exceptionally deep in the night, filled with a gentle smile, and something more complex that she couldn't decipher.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

"!" Vera turned around abruptly as if she had been burned, her pace quickening instantly, almost to the point of jogging.

Her face was completely red, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

Why are you walking so fast?

"Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

Lynn's voice came from behind, tinged with amusement.

"Who, who's afraid of you!" Vera retorted without turning her head, but her voice lacked confidence.

Lynn chuckled softly, the sound particularly clear in the quiet summer night, like a feather gently brushing against Vera's heart.

She felt her heart beating even faster.

Just when she thought the awkward silence would last all the way home, Lynn's voice rang out again, this time very close—so close it felt like it was right next to her ear.

"Vera."

Vera paused in her steps.

"I'm the same as Vera."

Her body froze.

"When I'm with you."

"I experience difficulty breathing, impatience, and a racing heart."

Lynn's voice was soft, yet every word reached her ears clearly.

Vera turned around abruptly.

Under the moonlight, Lynn stood in front of her, the distance between them no more than half a step.

His expression was serious, devoid of his usual playfulness and amusement, replaced by a pure, honest tenderness.

"you……"

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

Vera opened her mouth, her voice trembling slightly.

"I'm not lying."

"Vera, it's really me—"

Lynn took a step forward, bringing the two closer together.

"But you've already signed a natural contract with your aunt!"

"And Leah...you already have them..."

Vera interrupted him, a hint of pain flashing in her emerald eyes.

Her voice lowered, carrying a sense of grievance she herself was unaware of: "I don't want to be a third party, and I don't want to be a supporting character in someone else's love story."

Lynn looked into her beautiful, melancholy eyes.

Then, he sighed softly, reached out, and gently stroked her cheek.

"Vera,"

"How come you're a supporting character?"

His voice was as soft as a sigh.

Vera's eyes widened slightly.

"You are the leading lady in my life."

"From the first time I saw you, from the moment you were eating barbecue with your face covered in it, from the moment you pretended to be indifferent even though you were clearly craving it—that's you."

Lynn spoke each word clearly, his tone firm, his eyes devout.

Vera's heart skipped a beat.

But the next second, reason prevailed.

"What about Auntie and Leah?"

"What...who are they anyway?"

When she said those words, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

Lynn pondered for a moment.

Then, he gave a sufficiently compassionate answer.

"They are too, of course."

Vera was stunned.

She stared blankly at Lynn, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

It took her a long time to finally process the meaning of those words, and her cheeks instantly turned bright red—this time from anger.

"You...you...you stinky Lynn!! You heartless womanizer!"

"I'm ignoring you!!"

She pushed Lynn's hand away forcefully, her voice filled with shame and indignation.

After saying that, she turned and ran.

But Lynn was faster than her.

A hand reached out from behind, encircled her waist, and gently pulled her closer—

Vera fell into a warm embrace.

"Let me go!" she struggled, but her voice lacked strength.

"I won't let go." Lynn's voice came from above, with a smile, but unusually firm.

"Vera, you already know I'm a womanizer—"

He paused, tightening his grip slightly.

"So I really, really like you."

The moment he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Vera's eyes widened instantly.

Shock. Nervousness. Resistance.

She could feel the warmth of Lynn's lips and smell the clean scent of grass and smoke emanating from him.

His kiss was gentle, yet firm and unyielding, gradually breaking down her defenses.

don't want……

This can't be done...

Aunt... Sylvia...

Countless names flashed through her mind, but her body betrayed her reason.

Her clenched fists gradually loosened, and her stiff body slowly softened, as if she had lost all her strength.

Her eyelashes trembled, then finally closed gently.

Feel the intoxicating aroma emanating from between my lips and teeth.

Her mind went blank, leaving only the sound of her heartbeat and the gentle touch on her lips.

I don't know how much time has passed; it may have been just a moment, or it may have been a century.

Lynn finally stepped back slightly, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

Vera's eyes were misty, her emerald green pupils hazy and indistinct in the moonlight.

She looked at Lynn, her lips trembling slightly, and after a long while, she whispered:

"I...I really wanted to be like my father and mother, with one love for life."

Her voice was filled with grievance and resignation.

"Why are you provoking others, and then you come after me...?"

Lynn didn't speak, but just looked at her gently.

Vera lowered her head, buried her face in his chest, and said in a muffled voice:

"I hate you... but I don't want to leave you..."

She paused, then, in an almost inaudible voice, uttered the truth that even she herself was unwilling to admit:

"I think... I've really fallen for this bad guy."

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

He tightened his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.

The moonlight shone on the two of them, casting intimate, intertwined shadows on the forest path.

A night breeze carries the sweet fragrance of lilies of the valley.

Everything was so quiet and beautiful.

until--

"Click."

A crisp sound, like a dry branch being snapped underfoot, came from not far away.

Vera's body stiffened abruptly.

Almost instinctively, she pushed Lynn away and turned around in a panic—

Then, she saw that familiar figure.

Sylvia stood there, holding a small wicker basket that she thought was for holding food.

Her expression froze on her face, her emerald eyes wide open, filled with shock, bewilderment, and a slowly emerging, deep hurt.

The moonlight shone on her pale face, and her eyes, which always radiated a warm smile, were now so empty that it was heartbreaking.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Vera's mind went blank.

She looked at Sylvia, at the broken expression on her friend's face.

"Sylvia..."

"That's not how it is... Let me explain..."

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

What should she explain?

How can you explain that the kiss just now was an accident?

Explain that she and Lynn were just... practicing some strange magic?

Even she herself didn't believe it.

Vera seems to be in the same predicament as Leah had been.

She finally understood Leah's situation and feelings at that time.

Sylvia was still in shock.

"You...you...you and the Prophet???"

They were so surprised that they were almost incoherent.

But a moment later, Sylvia's face showed an "I see" expression.

"Vera, so you're with the Prophet now. No wonder you chose to go to the Prophet's restaurant instead of mine."

"You scoundrel who's all looks and no friendship."

"Huh?"

"I didn't!! I wasn't with that wicked prophet." Vera was puzzled at first, then quickly retorted.

"Oh, really??" Sylvia didn't believe it.

"That's right, that's correct." Vera nodded firmly.

At this moment.

Sylvia had a sudden inspiration, a mischievous smile appeared on her face, and she slowly said, "Since Vera isn't with the Prophet, then I won't be polite."

"I love the Prophet, and I want to be with the Prophet."

"Ahhh?? No, you can't, Sylvia, you can't be with him. He's a womanizer, a bad guy, you can't!" Vera was first confused and shocked, then quickly tried to stop her.

Seeing Vera's expression, Sylvia snorted and looked at her.

Vera felt extremely guilty under her gaze, and couldn't help but lower her head.

"Hmph! Feeling guilty now, Vera, you've given yourself away!"

"You liar, you love-hate-your-friends-more-friends-than-my-friends, you're a traitor to me, you're not my true friend, take this vine entanglement!"

"Huh? Sylvia, what are you doing?"

Although Sylvia is only a high-level, Vera is a super-level.

However, in a situation where one feels guilty and is completely unprepared.

Sylvia tied him up immediately.

Bound by Sylvia, Vera's already alluring figure appeared even more seductive.

This gave Lynn, who was watching the show while eating sunflower seeds, a real treat for her eyes.

It's time for her to step in and teach Vera, the little foodie, the price of being arrogant.

Generally speaking, they are proud and aloof.

But you have to wear a clown mask and push their butt.

Lynn feigned indifference, but her eyes held an unspeakable sadness:

"Sylvia, let her go."

"As Vera said, she wasn't with me; we were just friends."

"That was indeed a misunderstanding."

"Is that so? Okay." Hearing Lynn's explanation, Sylvia stopped arguing, untied Vera, and put her down.

Vera, who was proven to have no connection with Lynn, was initially delighted.

After all, there's no need to worry about your best friend "misunderstanding".

But when she met Lynn's eyes, which held a hint of sadness and disappointment.

She suddenly realized something.

The phrase "We're just friends" echoed in her mind, making her feel a pang of sadness, and she wanted to explain.

I want to say something.

But I don't know how to say it.

"Lynn...I..."

Vera wanted to explain, but Lynn wouldn't let her.

He smiled calmly, pretending not to notice Vera's expression.

"Sylvia, you've come at the perfect time."

"You can take Vera home from now on. You live nearby, so I'll head back first."

Lynn's expression was only for Vera's eyes, so Sylvia didn't notice anything.

Upon hearing that she would be taking her best friend home, Sylvia was overjoyed, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Alright, Prophet!"

Violet stretched out her hand, trying to grab Lynn.

But Lynn dodged it with a quick movement and walked away without looking back.

Vera was left standing there, stunned.

Bitterness fermented in my heart.