"Professor Gabrielle is right, Professor Irene," Princess Titania said softly, her voice calm but firm as it echoed slightly within the steamy confines of the hot spring. She rested her hands against the smooth cobblestone floor and folded them gracefully, her upper body glistening under the misty haze as it remained half-submerged. Steam curled around her curves, the warmth of the spring making her skin look almost porcelain-like. "You cannot possibly support Leon alone. That burden isn't meant for just one person."
"The reason you refuse to join Master's harem... is because you hate me, isn't it?" the woman named Gabrielle asked, her tone surprisingly composed despite the clear tension in the air. Her arms crossed beneath her full, pregnant chest, drawing attention to the roundness of her belly. "If that's the case... then if I were to admit fault—if I wholeheartedly apologized for everything—would you even consider it?"
