Chapter 100

Moving the flower shop wasn’t an easy task.

Building something from scratch without any existing structure wasn’t something that could be done overnight.

However, with the help of the System, it might not be as hard as one would think.

The assembly of blue light.

The construction was completed at an incredible speed, thanks entirely to the System rather than my own skill level.

I wonder if others see the same holographic image of the building shimmering in blue light.

The basic shop construction within the System.

With a thought to adjust it into the shape of a flower shop, I made my selection.

Interestingly enough, attempting and executing the construction caused my System level to rise by one tier.

Beginner Level 9. A level where reaching Intermediate was just around the corner.

Though curious about what new features unlocking the Intermediate tier might bring, the realization that using other functions within the System could also raise my level brought a mischievous smile to my face.

Use it often and wisely, that’s all it takes.

Normally, this would involve spending gold, but understanding that much, I quietly nodded.

1200 pieces of wood.

600 stones.

The materials were simple.

Previously, I had only built structures without altering them afterward, but now a special kind of construction began—one involving interior decoration.

“Wow.”

Anne let out a soft exclamation of amazement.

She must be seeing the shimmering blue light everywhere.

“What is this?”

“Construction through magic.”

“Is that even possible?”

“Yeah, I learned how.”

If you can call it learning… technically, I did learn, though Gilbert’s name usually suffices as an excuse.

In truth, he’s more like a universal scapegoat.

“Magicians really are versatile…”

Anne looked genuinely amazed, her hand reaching out curiously toward the form created by the blue light passing through it.

Her movements, as she played with her hand against the light, were pure.

“If we fit these pieces together like this, they’ll construct.”

From the floor up, piece by piece, like assembling LEGO blocks.

Unlike regular LEGO, here each block has to be crafted individually before being placed.

Watching this process, Anne’s eyes sparkled with excitement—she clearly wanted to try it herself.

“I want to try too!”

“Sure.”

Picking up the saw, she awkwardly cut a square timber block, struggling against the sturdy wood. Quietly stepping closer, I guided her.

White hands, unused to hard labor, smooth and fair.

Gently taking her hand, I enveloped her in a supportive embrace from behind.

“Apply force like this.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Just slice it off like this.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Anne’s body tensed slightly, perhaps nervous.

Considering her usually playful nature, she seemed surprisingly vulnerable when receiving help.

Like a glass cannon, strong yet fragile.

Her responses were consistent.

Focused on actions and sensations, she barely noticed my words.

How adorable.

Creating a piece and fitting it into the glowing blue form, it seamlessly clicked into place, forming the foundation of the building.

“Wow!”

Excited, Anne ran back to the woodpile, picking up the saw again.

Thankfully, her enthusiasm meant everything was going well.

Curious fairies working in the fields nearby peeked over cautiously, then lost interest and flew away.

Apparently, anything unrelated to agriculture quickly bores them.

Anyway, as long as the work gets done, that’s all that matters.

* * *

Evanjeline hummed softly as she prepared dinner, just like always.

A familiar tune, reminiscent of someone else’s melody.

The rhythm matched the sizzling ingredients in the frying pan.

When dinner was ready, she carefully stepped outside.

The evening sun dipped low, painting the ground with a cool chill, erasing summer’s heat.

As evening approached, Jack and the spirits emerged from the greenhouse.

Anne and Minho continued their work.

Seeing beads of sweat on Anne’s forehead, Evanjeline was slightly surprised.

She didn’t think Anne liked such physical labor.

But seeing her so enthusiastically dedicated to her tasks, it was clear people do change—for people.

Realizing this truth afresh, Evanjeline understood it applied to herself as well.

Unknowingly, her expressions had grown more varied, the coldness in her voice softened, and her rigid tone mellowed.

The winter-like sterility had been replaced by the vibrant charm of spring—all because of someone.

“There’s dinner.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Minho! Dinner’s ready!”

Anne dragged Minho inside.

Dinner for three.

Including Jack, four.

Adding Suri, five.

Throw in the spirits and fairies, and it could easily reach dozens.

Though they couldn’t possibly feed everyone, the cozy meal shared among the four was joyful.

It felt like a warm family dinner.

After finishing the meal, cleaning up, and enjoying the peaceful afterglow, Minho spoke up quietly.

“In my hometown, there’s a way people express their feelings to others.”

At that,

Evanjeline and Anne froze in place.

Sensing something significant,

they simultaneously stared at Minho, who nervously smiled while scratching his head.

Although he’d never done it himself,

his awkward demeanor appeared heroic to Evanjeline.

Was it his looks?

Or perhaps his unique aura?

Or maybe because she was already smitten,

her heart open to whatever he might say.

The same went for Anne.

Already deeply infatuated,

unknowingly, over time,

their hearts had become saturated with affection.

Any word from him would be readily accepted.

Especially if positive, embraced with immense happiness.

“But usually, this method is reserved for expressing feelings to one person.”

The word “one.”

Naturally, Anne and Evanjeline’s gazes met.

Predictably, yet unexpectedly.

Humans tend to malfunction easily under such circumstances.

What expressions were they making?

Lost in thought, both women remained frozen with forced smiles.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Yes.”

Unaware of their own responses,

they merely stared at Minho’s lips moving.

“Giving the same thing to two people feels less special, doesn’t it?”

Two people.

Same thing.

What does that mean?

Their rarely used brains whirred into action.

Both Evanjeline and Anne’s stiffened expressions softened slightly.

Not negatively, it seemed.

“Here.”

Flowers popped out of thin air.

A dense purple bloom.

And a bright white and yellow one.

The purple bouquet went to Evanjeline.

The white and yellow one to Anne.

Each held their respective flowers in their arms, smiling radiantly at Minho.

“The purple ones are heliotropes. Their meaning is diligence and devotion, which suits Evanjeline perfectly. The one Anne received is narcissus. You know what it means, right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Anne’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“And…”

Carefully,

a square jewel box appeared.

An elegant case that made Evanjeline instinctively cover her mouth.

Minho gently opened the ring case.

A dazzling ring sparkled inside.

“The rings are the same design for all three of us. Different flowers, but identical rings—to symbolize our unity despite our differences.”

“I accept….”

Evanjeline struggled to articulate her words, feeling a lump in her throat.

Biting her lower lip lightly, she tried to maintain composure.

Making mistakes in such a moment, Evanjeline.

Resisting the urge to hit herself on the head, she feigned calmness.

“Wahh.”

Anne was already crying.

Seeing her, Evanjeline’s tension eased, allowing her to smile freely.

Sharing life with someone,

and having a close friend involved in the process,

felt incredibly special.

“Let me put it on your ring finger. Can I have your hand?”

“Yes.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Evanjeline’s and Anne’s ring fingers slipped on matching silver rings.

They fit perfectly, gleaming beautifully.

“These rings will occasionally boost your vitality and protect you.”

Minho’s words drew their focus.

Absentmindedly stroking the ring with their opposite hand.

“And….”

His voice hesitated.

“I love you both.”

That statement

was something Evanjeline and Anne had long awaited to hear directly.

“I do too!”

Anne acted first, unable to contain her emotions.

Rushing forward, she hugged Minho tightly.

He chuckled nervously, patting her on the back.

Anne’s voice trembled with emotion, tears streaming down her face.

“I do as well.”

Evanjeline smiled serenely.

No tears, no dramatic gestures,

but her sincerity was evident in the creases of her tightly held bouquet.

“I’ll expand the house later. It’s a bit cramped now.”

“No! It’s fine. I can live here forever.”

“Me too. The kitchen already feels like home.”

Anne was sincere.

As long as they could stay together,

the location mattered little.

Evanjeline felt the same.

“Thank you for understanding. Anyway…”

“Honey!”

“Eh?”

Caught off guard by Anne’s sudden declaration, Minho’s eyes widened.

“Why not? Now I can call you that, right? Or do you prefer ‘dear’?”

“Call me whatever you like.”

His nonchalant response,

which might seem indifferent,

carried deeper meaning for Evanjeline.

Acknowledging their bond.

Acceptance.

Relief from lingering tension.

“Should we get some rest?”

“After lighting such a fire in our hearts, do you really think we can sleep?”

Anne giggled, placing Minho’s hand on her chest.

The steady heartbeat resonated through his palm.

“Same here. Tonight, we’ll probably sleep late.”

Evanjeline agreed.

Emotional currents surged.

There was no way they could fall asleep easily with such peace in their hearts.

Perhaps tonight

would be the longest night they’ve had recently.

“Today is the 23rd day of autumn.”

“Mm-hmm. I’ll remember it forever.”

“Me too. Starting today.”

Even without this ceremony,

Anne believed simply being near him was enough.

Evanjeline felt the same.

Especially since Minho became a baron,

traditionally nobles marry into noble families.

Without revealing any intentions,

they enjoyed the pleasure of being together.

Receiving something so meaningful was unexpected.

Thus, the joy and happiness multiplied.

Unexpected happiness brought continuous joy.

Their smiles never faded.

The lively atmosphere lingered.

The conversation naturally flowed from the table,

to the comfy sofa,

and eventually ended up in the soft bed.

Slowly and steadily,

throughout the night,

stories exchanged filled the dark hours until dawn.

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