Proposal 9 of 13

Lawrend stood up and walked towards Grape. His footsteps were light but heavy on the heart.

Grape's heart tensed as various possibilities ran through her mind. Her hair stood on end, and her tail looked like a frightened kitten.

"It doesn't matter."

Lawrend embraced Grape's body. Her fragile body felt warm to Lawrend. She was the weakest among his maids.

Her early years had been unfavorable, to say the least. She grew up impoverished and eventually settled as a prostitute in a brothel.

When she met Lawrend, she was already way past the years to take full advantage of her natural talent. As time passed, the soul of a mortal like her slowly weakened, making it harder to improve with her age.

Hearing his heartfelt words, Grape shed tears of happiness. She embraced him back and felt like she was such a baby.