Arachnida Sutra

Rosetta squinted her eyes, feeling unwelcome. "As your future fiancée, isn't it rude to greet me like that?"

Lucien, who was leaning on a chair, straightened his back and looked at the surroundings. He was lucky no one was around since both of his women were strolling through the field to gather more fruits.

"I'm not your fiancé. Stop saying that so carelessly!"

"Why? You will be one in the future. Though it probably will be in a year or more, it will be official." She leaned closer to his face, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Sooner or later, you'll need to tell your wives about this."

Lucien's eyes darted around, he regretted agreeing to such a contract. But then he shrugged, knowing she was right.

He leaned back in the chair and asked, "What do you want?"

"Oh? Did you forget about our meeting with the tower mage?"

Lucien jolted upright. "What?! Where are they now?"