"It's my fault, Your Highness, Judge. I didn't do well."
Sora's eyes were vacant, and she kept muttering to herself.
Ross frowned, about to say something, but was interrupted by Sora's sudden action. She turned around and gently covered Ross's mouth with her hands, which trembled slightly, revealing her unease and pleading.
Meeting Sora's pleading gaze, Ross ultimately chose to remain silent, offering her only silent support with his eyes.
At that very moment, Sora emerged from Ross's embrace with an almost ritualistic slowness. Her back appeared exceptionally graceful, her dress swaying gently with her movements, accentuating her slender figure.
The dress's flowing lines resembled an exquisite painting, showcasing the unique charm of a mature woman.
Sora lowered her head, her long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring half of her face.
The wine on the table slowly disappeared, the movement carrying both a calm charm and the resolute determination of a desperate person.
That's enough.
It's enough to let her bear all of this alone.
Ross watched this scene in silence, then reached out and gently stroked Sora's back.
No destruction, no construction.
Ross could still be ruthless.
Since Judge was willing to be the villain, he didn't mind being the good guy and pulling Sora out of the abyss.
Being with Judge every day was like being a slave; it was better to follow him for a future.
Honestly, compared to Judge and his kin, Ross realized he was actually more like a human being.
Sora's body trembled continuously throughout the drinking process.
Sora was facing the same direction that Judge was standing in.
Judge could put endless pressure on Sora simply by standing there, without saying or doing anything.
Fortunately, Sora could feel the warmth of the hand stroking her back; otherwise, she probably would have already collapsed by now.
Her childhood environment was not actually difficult.
Although they were the last descendants of the Vinsmoke family, the fact that their lineage had survived to this day meant they could be considered nobles to some extent.
However, Judge's sudden appearance completely shattered her peaceful life.
At her family's behest, she married Judge.
But life was completely different from what she had imagined. During her years on the snail boat, all she felt was coldness.
She didn't have any other thoughts before, she just felt that maybe the stories were all lies, and that this kind of life was the norm for everyone.
Ross's arrival broke this balance for the first time.
This man was far superior to Judge, but he treated her more like a wife than a slave.
That's right, slaves...
Sora didn't know how to describe her state before, and kept deceiving herself.
But now, she deeply felt that she was no different from a slave.
In Judge's eyes, she might not even be as high-ranking as Mazo and Mayu.
After all, Mazo and Mayu were Judge's most prized creations, and she was perhaps just a mother chosen by Judge to bear Vinsmoke offspring.
The child she would conceive would also be used as a new tool by Judge, living in this world like a slave.
At that moment, Sora thought about many things.
The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she felt.
Even though alcohol filled half of her brain, she could still feel it clearly.
As she knelt on Ross's lap, she could clearly feel Ross's passionate desire for her.
This was enough to prove that what her family taught her was not a lie.
This was the kind of emotion that should exist between people, between husband and wife.
It's not about extracting genetic material, combining it, and then having her act as a surrogate; there's absolutely no actual physical contact involved.
This shouldn't be happening...
This shouldn't be happening...
Tick-tock...
Tick-tock...
Sora suddenly stopped moving, and tears involuntarily dripped onto the table.
"Judge!"
At that moment, Ross gave a soft shout.
Sora subconsciously raised her head and stared blankly at the scene before her.
Even though Ross was still holding her from behind, Judge suddenly took to the air and flew out of the banquet hall.
"That's all for today's banquet, Judge. If I don't see the data in Vegapunk's head within three days, I'll rip your head off."
"Yes, sir!"
Judge, who had just landed outside the banquet hall, quickly got up, respectfully kowtowed to Ross, and swiftly closed the banquet hall door before rushing towards the laboratory.
He had already finished all his scenes.
All that was left was to wait for the harvest.
Although he didn't understand those romantic relationships, he was all too clear about what ordinary people called emotions.
Ah, all love is nothing but a burden.
It seems foolish to even think about it; all superfluous emotions should be discarded, and this was the most perfect masterpiece in his mind.
In his eyes, Ross was nothing more than a brute with great strength and connections.
If he could obtain Ross's bloodline factor, he would have the opportunity to create a finished product that was devoid of emotion but whose strength rivaled Ross's.
Such a perfect masterpiece must be far more powerful than Ross, who possessed emotions.
"Now, all that's left is to wait patiently. With that person's strength, the genetic material can remain active in the mother's body for at least 5 days, which is enough time."
At this moment, Judge, striding forward, had nothing but intense ambition in his eyes.
If he could achieve his goal, he didn't even mind taking matters into his own hands; any other cost was within his acceptable range.
...
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
After Judge was thrown out of the banquet hall, Sora could no longer contain her emotions. She turned around and hugged Ross tightly, tears streaming down her face.
It happened again.
When Judge kept insulting her, it was Ross who stepped in and helped her out of the trouble.
"If you cry your eyes out, you won't look good."
Looking at Sora's tear-streaked face, Ross gently extended his thumb and wiped away the tears from her face.
He was always willing to show the utmost gentleness to the little white rabbits he had already caught.
In any world, gentleness is the cheapest emotion. If you're not even willing to offer this much gentleness, then you're no different from a humanoid like Judge.
Ross didn't consider himself a good person, but he still felt like a bad one nonetheless.
Under his guidance and gentle touch, Sora, who was already drunk, almost completely let down her guard.
Especially when she first felt the restlessness in her body, just like the pre-marital teachings her family had given her, Sora became even more frantic.
It turned out that she had been deceiving herself all along.
What she could feel now was the true love in her heart.
"Your Highness, please love me!"
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