Chapter 222
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"Viviane, it would be best if Desmond-sama embraced you as well."
Suddenly hearing those words, Viviane was taken aback.
Charlotte treated Viviane like a god, offering VIP treatment. Although Viviane initially tried to avoid the "Impregnation Lord" stuff, Charlotte shared the episode of her own, which motivated Viviane to create a new piece.
Lost in her writing, she sat at her desk, showing a natural face with slightly messy light brown hair, looking pretty average as she's just a regular person in this world. Desmond thinks she looks like a mouse. It's not like she usually looks any different——well, maybe a bit.
She was clad in loose-fitting attire that did little to accentuate her body. Behind the door was Lady Margaret.
"――What!?"
Her eyes widened, and after a moment of bewilderment, Viviane's brain, having finally processed her words, emitted a squeaking voice resembling that of a mouse.
Lady Margaret, a youthful beauty inconceivable for a mother of sisters in their late twenties and thirties, had shining large emerald eyes, platinum blonde waves similar to her youngest daughter, and voluptuous breasts comparable to the two sisters. Even in a dress, the well-defined curves of her hips were evident, making her an overwhelming presence as a woman. However, more than her physical allure, Viviane's experience as an author warned her of the danger this person posed.