Super Righteous Player
Chapter 794 - 333: Memories Part One: Sugar and Alcohol_1

Chapter 794: Chapter 333: Memories Part One: Sugar and Alcohol_1

"I’ve been watching for a while now."

Adele spoke up, her voice a bit hoarse yet alluring, "It seems... Duke Annan doesn’t quite like me."

"He’s just a bit shy, a bit fearful of strangers, that’s all."

Dmitry hurriedly explained, "But Annan is a good kid. Once you get to know him, you’ll feel it."

"Don’t be so nervous..."

"Bella" couldn’t help but smile.

She raised an eyebrow, "Fancy a drink?"

"Sure."

Dmitry broke into a grin.

They left the Duchy Mansion and walked down the road, thinking of a certain place to go.

Before leaving the Duchy Mansion, "Bella" casually pulled up her hood—this was to hide her wolf traits. The stiff hood would cover a werewolf’s ears, but at the cost of being somewhat uncomfortable.

"You really don’t need to wear the hat."

Dmitry couldn’t help but say in a low voice, "No one would say anything."

But Bella shook her head, "I don’t want to be a tool for them to attack you."

She followed behind Dmitry like an assassin, silent as a shadow.

Then she suddenly moved closer and wrapped her arms around Dmitry’s right arm.

Dmitry instinctively looked back and saw Bella’s messy gray-white hair stuffed into the depths of her hood, making her look somewhat fluffy.

Bella’s golden eyes were filled with a warm smile.

"What do you think?"

She whispered in Dmitry’s ear, "Am I cute?"

"You..."

Dmitry smiled helplessly.

He let Bella hold onto his right arm and reached out with his left hand to adjust the ears squished under her hood, then petted the fluff inside her ears.

Perhaps because it tickled, Bella’s ears involuntarily twitched.

She approached Dmitry with a giggle, sniffed the faint scent coming from his strong left hand, and licked the palm of his hand with her wet tongue.

"...That’s dirty."

Dmitry said helplessly, "I just held a training sword and haven’t washed my hands."

"I’m not afraid."

Bella whispered softly, "I don’t mind you."

Her eyes were moist, and her tail wagged gently behind her.

Despite wearing hoods, they still avoided passersby as much as possible, choosing the less crowded alleys and making their way to a dilapidated tavern that hardly anyone visited.

It was not a large or luxurious tavern.

But a private self-service tavern.

They lifted the heavy black fur curtains and walked in.

The tavern was empty.

And Adele could clearly see, the night vision ability of the werewolf coming into play at this moment—she could clearly see the position of the oil lamps and moved to light them.

Dmitry went to the bar, picked up a barrel of the worst liquor, and clumsily counted out silver coins, dropping them one by one into the shallow recess where the barrel had been.

Watching the candles being lit, and the hooded werewolf lady taking out a dish of pickles, she sat down at the table with a smile, tail wagging as she shook her head, waiting for him.

Seeing Dmitry come with the barrel, Bella protested, "Go grab another bottle! I won’t treat you to bad liquor this time... How about I treat you to good liquor!"

"The only one who can’t taste is me... Drinking this cheap liquor, wouldn’t you feel uncomfortable?"

Werewolves have a peculiar sense of taste.

When they drink, no matter the liquor, they can only taste a strong bitterness. It’s somewhat similar to the feeling humans have drinking "mountain liquor," which is akin to drinking coffee, only without the rich aroma and sourness, just plain bitterness.

Therefore, no matter how good the liquor is, it makes no difference to a werewolf.

And this poor-quality liquor, having a low alcohol content, was less bitter to a werewolf’s tongue. It could be used as an aperitif.

"What’s so good about drinking liquor?"

Facing Bella’s suggestion, Dmitry scoffed, "What matters is the atmosphere. Rather than drinking good liquor alone, I’d rather drink the worst liquor of Winter with you."

Bella didn’t respond.

She just silently took off her hood.

Her silver-gray hair seemed a bit warmer in the candlelight.

"Look, Your Grace..."

Bella shook her hair, laughing, "My hair has started to grow long.

"I remember you like long hair, right?"

"...You already look beautiful."

Dmitry coughed lightly, holding his glass as he whispered, "There’s no need for long hair."

"But you said that you liked it,"

Bella whispered.

Her dark golden pupils, under the candlelight, looked like melting syrup.

She touched her hair and said slowly, "Then should I cut it again?"

"Ah, don’t!"

Dmitry exclaimed.

He cleared his throat, "It’s fine just like this... Growing longer is also good. All good."

A victorious smile spread across Bella’s face.

She rested her chin in her hands, quietly gazing at Dmitry.

Suddenly, it seemed she thought of something.

"I remember now!"

She cried softly, pulling out a few candies from her pocket.

They were hard candies that looked like little canes, a mix of red and white.

"I recall you saying... you like to eat candy, right?"

Bella said with a grin, "I got these underground during my last trip.

"Though they aren’t very expensive sweets, they do have a sour-sweet taste."

She said, moving away from the table.

She held up the stem of the candy, the handle part of the cane.

Like feeding a small dog, she extended it toward Dmitry’s mouth.

Dmitry smiled, opened his mouth to take it in, and pretended to bite.

But Bella was not the slightest bit afraid.

Instead of withdrawing her fingers suddenly...she boldly pushed them further in, bringing them closer to Dmitry’s teeth.

"What are you doing!"

This scared Dmitry into stopping his mouth.

Bella simply reached out and lightly touched the tip of his tongue—where a bit of the melted candy syrup still lingered.

She sat back down and sucked her own fingertips.

—It was sweet.

Annan clearly sensed it.

"Your Highness."

Bella murmured dreamily, softly whispering, "I want to have a child with you.

"It doesn’t matter whether we have the status or not, I’m not afraid of bearing Winterblood... Your Highness, I am a werewolf. I believe my body can withstand it. My body is healthy, and I am still Winter’s Hand..."

Bella said softly, "I am your hand."

But hearing this, Dmitry’s expression became one of distress.

He frowned and thought for a while, then answered seriously, "On the contrary, Bella.

"I can give you a status. I can marry you anytime, but... I can’t give you a child. There’s too much at stake, Annan was right before, we must carefully consider this... Bella?"

Dmitry looked at the somewhat dazed werewolf, asking with concern, "Are you alright?

"Well... if you really want a child, I think it can be achieved through ritual means. A Chalice child would be a good option..."

"Let’s have a drink first, Your Highness."

Bella interrupted, her face breaking into a smile.

She bowed her head and took a sip of the liquor.

It was a faintly bitter taste.

Annan quickly realized... comparing that taste to coffee would be somewhat romantic.

It was actually closer to bitter medicine.

"I understand,"

She said softly.

Her voice was so light, one might even doubt if Dmitry heard it.

The next moment.

Without giving Annan any chance to react—the world before her went pitch black.

[Nightmare Purified]

A line of text appeared in front of her.

Annan was stunned for a moment.

... What’s going on?

Why did the nightmare end after just one scene?