Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 493: A visit at night

Rheanne retrieved a small, leather pouch from her spatial storage, placing it into Brandon’s open palm.

"Here..." she offered.

Brandon accepted the pouch, noting its surprising heft. Inside, a modest number of silver and gold coins lay within.

"Oh, thank you," he expressed, gratitude evident in his voice as he pocketed the pouch.

A gentle smile touched Rheanne’s lips. "You’ll need this if you're going out with the princess tonight. The city can be quite costly, especially if Amelia decides to explore the night markets. You shouldn't let her cover all the expenses."

Brandon nodded in understanding. "I'll remember that. Thanks again. It feels like I have a sugar mommy."

Rheanne tilted her head slightly, a flicker of confusion crossing her features. "Sugar... mommy?"

A wave of panic washed over Brandon. "Uh, never mind that. Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

Rheanne gently shook her head, her smile unwavering. "She already looks up to me quite a bit. My presence might make her feel too nervous."

"So, the three of you go and enjoy the evening."

---

The evening had fully descended upon the castle of Eurasania, casting a tranquil glow.

Lanterns lined the stone pathways and outer walls, their flames flickering and creating warm, golden pools of light.

Brandon, accompanied by Amelia and Freya, made their way towards the main castle gates.

Freya had insisted on joining them, fulfilling a dual role as both chaperone and a means to alleviate her brother’s concerns.

Brandon walked to Amelia’s left, attired in the simple yet fine garments Freya had provided earlier.

As they passed through the gates and entered the vibrant streets of the capital, a soft sigh of awe escaped Amelia’s lips.

Narrow cobblestone lanes wound between buildings, their windows emanating a soft, lantern-lit glow.

Though merchants were beginning to close their stalls, the calls of street vendors still echoed, offering roasted nuts, spiced meat skewers, and warm honey cakes.

In small, open squares, musicians filled the air with lively tunes played on lutes and drums, drawing in crowds of cheerful citizens.

Children, their laughter echoing, weaved through the adults, playfully chasing one another with wooden swords.

Amelia exhaled deeply. "Haa... It feels so good to just walk around freely like this, instead of always having to sneak around."

Freya offered a gentle smile beside her. "Enjoy it, dear. But do try to stay close."

Brandon positioned himself on Amelia’s other side, his gaze maintaining a watchful, protective presence over both women while remaining attuned to their surroundings.

They turned onto a broader main street, a thoroughfare lined with bustling taverns and various shops.

Lanterns adorned every post, and the sound of merriment spilled out from open doorways.

A subtle softening entered his gaze. "This era looks truly amazing too..."

Amelia’s steps quickened, her eyes alight with excitement as she spotted a street performer skillfully juggling colorful balls while simultaneously delivering jokes.

She gently tugged on Brandon’s sleeve. "Look! Can we watch for a little while?"

Brandon smiled and gave a small nod.

"Of course. You lead the way."

They found a spot at the edge of the gathering crowd.

The performer's skill was undeniable, keeping the balls in constant motion while eliciting roars of laughter from the audience with well-timed punchlines.

Amelia watched, a genuine smile blooming across her face.

Freya observed her niece with tender affection before leaning closer to Brandon. "Thank you for this," she conveyed quietly.

"She hasn't shown a smile like that in quite some time."

Brandon offered a simple nod in response.

After the performance concluded, they resumed their walk, Amelia excitedly chattering about everything she encountered—the diverse array of foods, the animated bartering of the merchants, and the vibrant attire of the traveling traders.

Her gaze landed on a small stall displaying candied fruits, and she looked towards Brandon, her eyes sparkling with hopeful anticipation.

"Can we...?"

He let out a chuckle and purchased three portions without a second thought.

As they savored the sticky, sweet confections while continuing their stroll, Amelia's initial apprehension completely dissolved.

She even laughed heartily when a stray street cat darted between their legs, nearly causing Freya to stumble.

The trio ventured deeper into the city, moving away from the main routes and into the vibrant core of the night market.

Amelia paused at a stall adorned with handmade jewelry, picking up a delicate bracelet embedded with blue stones, turning it over in her hands.

"It's beautiful," she whispered.

Freya smiled. "Would you like it?"

Amelia hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "I shouldn't. Father would object."

Before either woman could voice further objections, Brandon reached into his pocket and settled the payment with the vendor. He took the bracelet and gently fastened it onto Amelia’s wrist.

"Consider it a gift from me," he stated with a small smile. "No one needs to know its origin."

Amelia gazed at the bracelet, then looked up at him, a subtle blush gracing her cheeks. "...Thank you."

Freya observed their interaction, her eyes narrowing slightly.

'Wait a moment... they look quite charming together as a couple. Hm... is it too soon? Perhaps I should discuss this with my brother.'

'Amelia is already 20; it's probably time she found a partner soon.'

Their wandering continued, pausing at vibrant food stalls, absorbing the melodies of musicians, and even observing a lively game of stick and ball played by children.

Amelia, with unrestrained laughter, joined their game for a short while, delighting in the simple fun.

Brandon remained close, cherishing the pure joy illuminating Amelia’s face.

He wasn’t sure why... perhaps it was the resemblance to Florence, but seeing her smile brought him a sense of contentment.

A gentle sigh escaped his lips as thoughts of his wives surfaced.

Freya, standing by his side, inquired with a slight furrow of her brow, "What troubles you, Mr. Kael?"

Shaking his head, he responded, "It's nothing."

As dusk deepened, Freya softly reminded them, "We should probably return. Your father might worry if we are gone too long."

Amelia’s expression fell, though she offered a nod.

"Thank you," she expressed to Brandon as they began their return journey to the castle. "This was... more than I ever dreamed of. For a time, I truly felt like an ordinary person."

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Pondering on the bed, Brandon gazed at the ceiling. "Today went rather well..."

He raised his hand, examining his palm and slowly curling his fingers.

"Tomorrow brings a dungeon expedition, and my ether reserves are quite low."

"I wonder when the other women will awaken..." he mused, a faint line appearing between his brows. "I’m certain it will devolve into utter chaos when that time comes."

The modern era he remembered had been profoundly reshaped by that very event: the widespread awakening of women possessing ether abilities, the subsequent formation of guilds, and the complete restructuring of the social hierarchy and power dynamics that followed.

As these reflections occupied his mind, a subtle sound drifted from the balcony.

creak

Huh?

Brandon's head turned sharply towards the source of the noise.

Amelia?

The balcony shutters slid open with a soft whisper, and Rheanne made her entrance.

The cool night air accompanied her briefly before she gently closed the shutters.

She approached the bed without hesitation, settling herself on its edge.

A subtle, golden luminescence flickered across her sky-blue eyes as she fixed her gaze upon him. "Your ether levels are low. You'll require more for tomorrow's raid."

"Therefore, let us sleep together. You can absorb ether from me."