C503 Mithril Clan Attack

Robert gently embraced Rebecca, whose figure was blossoming with growth. His eyes moved beyond the doorway to Maurice, standing with his sword, his gaze sharp as the blade itself, his expression as still as a tranquil lake.

Yet, Robert paid him no mind, instead pulling Rebecca closer and tenderly stroking her hair.

"Mmm."

Rebecca purred contentedly, much like a kitten