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🕑 Added 2025-07-05 21:30:20 +0000 UTCEP.161 [The Bold Little Sister Elizabeth Greets Her Brother in a Sheer Nightgown Late at Night.]
‘Of course, it can’t be said for sure that this energy was created by a physical relationship, but still, it was quite an intense feeling...’
Just as Eugene Schneider’s weapon inventory skill keeps developing, the amount and quality of empathic energy Elizabeth can sense also increases and evolves.
As a result, at some point, Elizabeth became able to sense awakened individuals who approached her beloved brother Eugene Schneider in an intimate way. For now, it wasn’t very detailed-just that someone had crossed a certain threshold of closeness.
‘It was only natural that I’d sense Jeanne’s energy, but I felt another woman’s energy coming from my brother.’
She first realized this change when she started sensing what she assumed was Jeanne’s energy. This energy pattern appeared when Eugene was very close to Jeanne, or when they had intense physical intimacy.
Then, she sensed a very different energy, quite distinct from Jeanne’s. It was clearly a woman’s energy, and it was the kind of energy that could only be felt after sustained, close proximity.
Whose energy was it? It was Vivian’s.
‘Of course, I, Elizabeth, have to know. What kind of woman is she, and how close have they become? I have that right. I’m the woman who’s shared such intimate acts with my brother.’
With her extreme obsession for Eugene, Elizabeth could not overlook this situation. For now, she could only sense that someone had approached Eugene in an intimate way-she didn’t yet know that Eugene had actually had sex with an “outside woman,” Vivian. That’s why Elizabeth’s mind was now exploding with curiosity. Who is this woman? How close have they become? To find out, Elizabeth started her one-on-one interviews.
“Captain is truly an amazing person. He’s brave and full of responsibility. He also recognizes and values the people around him.”
Marie, completely unaware of Elizabeth’s true intentions, answered honestly with her thoughts about Eugene Schneider.
“What do you mean by ‘amazing’?”
Marie listed many keywords, but Victoria focused on the word “amazing.” She felt it was the one that might indicate Marie saw Eugene as more than just a colleague.
“He’s a romantic. He truly cherishes his comrades and even helps unfortunate children. Watching him makes you feel a sense of respect.”
But the “amazing” that Marie felt wasn’t the kind Elizabeth had in mind.
And that’s natural. Marie is genuinely a good girl. She already knows Eugene likes Jeanne. So she strictly sees Eugene as a precious comrade and a role model mercenary.
‘Hmm... So it’s not one of the two who came with him this time...? Then the only one left is the secular priest, but the energy I felt was nothing like that of a priest...’
Looking at Marie’s bright-eyed answers, Elizabeth’s mind grew more complicated.
Elizabeth’s first suspects were, of course, Eugene’s mercenary companions. Knowing Eugene’s personality, she thought it unlikely he’d show such intimacy with someone he hadn’t formed a strong bond with. She didn’t know their names, but Eugene had told her a bit about his companions: there was an elf, a swordswoman the same age as Elizabeth, and a secular priest. Elizabeth had considered Marie the most likely candidate. But seeing no sign of that kind of relationship between Marie and Eugene, she was confused.
So who could it be?
‘But this Marie seems like a really good person. If I build a friendship, I could get good information about my brother. Hohoho...’
But when it comes to her beloved brother, Elizabeth never gives up. Even when results are unexpected, she quickly finds a new approach. After about an hour of conversation, she found Marie to be genuinely friendly and forthcoming. Elizabeth decided that, by building a closer relationship, she could eventually learn detailed information about Eugene’s mercenary life that she couldn’t get on the surface.
“Oh, really? She said she’d make a custom potion for you?”
The Red Fox Mercenary Band was eating dinner together. The topic was their first meeting with the witch Anna Parisienne. Since Eugene hadn’t yet met Anna Parisienne himself, he was gathering information from his companions.
“Yes~ She asked me about my constitution, habits, and all sorts of little things. She was so kind. I felt embarrassed for coming in with my own preconceptions!”
Marie chattered happily. The meeting was scheduled for an hour and a half, but she’d worried it would feel like five hours. Instead, it was so enjoyable that it felt like it ended in just thirty minutes.
“She seems to have asked you a lot more than she asked me. She did ask me a few things, but it was more like side questions.”
Priscilla, the elf, added this with a nonchalant expression. Elizabeth, who had started off thorough, ended up focusing much more time on Marie as her personal interest deepened. Priscilla found this odd.
“Hm, maybe it’s because the mage is only twenty and felt intimidated by an elf? Plus, Marie is a girl her own age.”
But Marie and Thomas had already been completely won over by Elizabeth’s approach. Thomas offered his own reasoning to defend her.
“She’s twenty?”
Hearing Anna Parisienne’s age, Eugene’s eyes widened. It was the first personal detail he’d learned about her.
“Yes, bro. I happened to mention my age, and she said we were the same age.”
Thomas explained how he’d learned Anna Parisienne’s age.
‘Hmm... So she’s the same age as Elizabeth. Maybe not the same year? Elizabeth entered the academy at nineteen. Or maybe Anna Parisienne is also a genius who entered early, since she’s representing the mage tower on such a project?’
Eugene was especially interested because Anna Parisienne was the same age as his beloved sister Elizabeth. That made him feel even more connected.
“I asked her a ton of questions, and she answered everything smoothly. So I think you should just ask whatever you’re curious about, since you said you had a lot of questions lately.”
Thomas encouraged Eugene to ask Anna Parisienne anything during his evening meeting, since Eugene had been showing more interest in these matters.
‘Maybe I should? After the second miasma rampage, I’ve wanted to learn more about miasma...’
This was because of his battle with Ricardo and the miasma rampage after destroying the White Wolf Mercenary Band. Both times, he’d experienced a rampage, but it felt less intense than the first time. The second time, it calmed down after just one time with Vivian; the third time, he didn’t even have sex. Both times, the emotional turmoil wasn’t as severe as the first, but he definitely felt something had changed. So Eugene wanted to learn more about demons, miasma, and half-demons.
“It’s nice to see you again, Mage Anna Parisienne.”
So Eugene began his evening meeting with the masked mage Anna Parisienne.
“Yes... it’s so nice to see you. Did you enjoy your dinner, Captain Eugene Caesar?”
Smile...
Anna Parisienne greeted Eugene with an even warmer smile than she’d shown the other Red Fox representatives. Of course, Eugene couldn’t know this, since he hadn’t seen her talk to the others.
But-
‘Hmm... Is it because it’s evening? Is she wearing pajamas?’
Even without comparing, Eugene found Anna Parisienne’s appearance curious.
‘You can see right through to her underwear.’
Sheer fashion: Anna Parisienne wore a silk robe, and underneath, a sheer outfit that revealed her underwear.
“Hohoho...! Is my look too bold, Captain?”
After opening the door and greeting him, Eugene’s gaze was immediately drawn to Anna’s outfit. She noticed and responded.
“It’s just that it doesn’t really match the mage class...”
Eugene hesitated but answered honestly.
“Hohoho...! I can see why you’d think that. But as a young mage of the new era, I’m trying to create a unique lifestyle.”
Anna Parisienne smiled with satisfaction at Eugene’s words, as if emphasizing her youth and unique way of thinking.
‘Oh... That’s kind of like Elizabeth. Maybe this mage is a friend of hers?’
Eugene was convinced by Anna’s smooth responses. It made sense-his beloved sister Elizabeth had shown similar behavior. If he denied Anna Parisienne, it would feel like denying Elizabeth herself.
‘Huuuu... I love this so much...’
This was exactly the effect Elizabeth intended.
‘My beloved brother, feeling traces of me in Anna Parisienne... I love you so much I could die...’
The perverted, eccentric little sister Elizabeth was deliberately walking a fine line, letting Eugene almost recognize her true identity, savoring the thrill and voyeuristic pleasure of it all.
