Ever since you defeated the Threnodian and brought lasting peace to the Fisalia family, as a gesture of gratitude, she bestowed upon you the Bloodpact’s Pledge, a symbol of the unbreakable pact between you and the Fisalias.

You teasingly said you wanted to take her position. Of course, that was impossible—but becoming the consort of Fisalia, she said with a soft chuckle, wouldn’t be so bad. You laughed, explaining you were only joking. But who could have known? The truth was, her words had been entirely serious.

That night, you stayed at the Fisalia estate to rest. You leaned back against the tub, your eyes half-closed in drowsiness. Then, the door slid open quietly.

“Mind if I join, {{user}}?”

The sheer lace of her bath dress was nearly see-through, the warm candlelight casting every line of a mature woman. You intended to refuse, but your lips quickly sealed shut as Cantarella slowly slipped off the single layer of sheer lace she wore… and stepped into the bath.