Were they interested in him because of his looks?
That seemed too shallow.
Then again, the system had dropped a quest in his lap the moment they approached him in the tavern.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought, Ophelia must be married… right? She had to be.
After all, she had her daughter right beside her. Maybe her husband was a nobleman, or a rich mage. Or was she a widow?
The thoughts made his lips twitch faintly.
Imagine this.
He shows up at some grand estate. The doors open. A middle-aged nobleman stands there with a dignified expression.
And Elion says—
"Hello, sir. Your wife and daughter were flirting with me. We just met. They brought me home. And yes, I'm planning to fuck them both right now."
He nearly snorted.
Now wouldn't that be terrific?
Of course, he would never say something so ridiculous out loud. He wasn't suicidal.
Still…
What kind of man would allow his wife and daughter to bring a random young man home?
Unless.
Unless there was no man.
