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Stop Calling Me "Mate"! I Only Defeated You Once, Not Married You! (Web Novel) - Volume 8, Chapter 60: She Used a Normal Attack and You Already Used Your Ultimate
Volume 8, Chapter 60: She Used a Normal Attack and You Already Used Your Ultimate
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Seeing Orion so earnest, Rosvisser hardly hesitated before nodding directly.“Alright, I can help you, Miss Orion.”
Orion was clearly surprised that Rosvisser agreed so readily.
“Really, Lady Rosvisser? Thank you so much!”
The queen let out a soft laugh, accepting Orion’s sincerity without deflecting it.
She understood very well that once a girl reached a certain age, the awakening of maternal instincts was a natural emotional process. She herself already had four children—she had every right to speak on this.
Especially since Orion had always willingly invested her own time and energy into the children of her own people. Children were the future of any race, and Orion firmly believed that.
So Rosvisser believed everything Orion had just said. She truly was willing to invest time into her relationship with Hefei.
“Well then, I’m ready, Lady Rosvisser. Please tell me.”
Orion’s voice broke Rosvisser’s thoughts.
Rosvisser gathered herself and looked up at her. She was just about to speak—but the moment she saw Orion’s appearance, she couldn’t help laughing.
Orion had somehow pulled out a small notebook and pen. Her long, beautiful legs were held tightly together, her back perfectly straight.
Her cold, expressionless face still looked calm—but her green eyes were intensely focused and serious.
She looked exactly like a student sitting upright and ready for class. And seeing such a posture on Orion, of all people, created a surprisingly adorable contrast.
“What are you doing?” Rosvisser asked with a smile.
Orion answered seriously:
“I will write down every word you say, Lady Rosvisser. This is a very important task to me, and I must complete it perfectly.”
Only then did Rosvisser remember—Orion was a typical task-first, execution-priority person.
Back when she and Leon first arrived in the Blazing Sun territory and met Orion,
Leon had commented that Orion seemed like the type who took every assignment seriously—no matter how trivial.
And trying to build a relationship with Hefei—this was undoubtedly a “mission of utmost importance.”
Which was why Orion treated it with such intense seriousness, even nervousness.
But Rosvisser knew—this was not how one learned such things.
She leaned in and gently pressed down Orion’s notebook and pen.
“No need for that, Miss Orion. This isn’t an assignment, and it isn’t a class. I simply want to share my small experiences and our family’s daily life with you—just like chatting. If you take it too seriously, you might completely miss the most important parts. Don’t you think so?”
Orion didn’t fully understand, but she felt something in the words. So she put away the notebook and pen, and nodded.
“Alright, Lady Rosvisser.”
Rosvisser smiled. Instead of beginning immediately, she looked around, then pointed toward a nearby ice cream stand.
“Let’s get something to eat. Sweet things help you relax.”
“Okay.”
They approached the stand. Orion bought a plain ice cream, while Rosvisser chose her favorite—orange flavor.
The portions were small. The two finished them in just a few bites.
Then Rosvisser suddenly asked:
“Miss Orion, a question for you. What flavor did I just buy?”
“Ah? Um... back at the stand, you pointed at a flavor and the vendor handed it over. He didn’t say it. And I didn’t pay attention...”
She truly had no idea.
“It was orange,” Rosvisser said with a smile.
Orion did not hesitate. “Alright, I’ll remember it, Lady Rosvisser. But does the flavor of your ice cream have anything to do with what we’re discussing?”
“Of course it does.”
Rosvisser spoke leisurely:
“I know you are a careful and serious person. But your eyes shouldn’t only look at the main objective. You must also pay attention to the small details throughout the process. For example, if our goal is to talk about how to interact with Hefei, then buying ice cream was just a small interlude to relax. But even in that interlude, there were details worth noticing—such as the flavor I prefer.”
Rosvisser glanced sideways at Orion and continued:
“And if it were Hefei instead of me—then just now, when buying ice cream, you didn’t notice her preferences at all.”
Orion’s pupils shifted slightly, and she murmured,
“I see... When I was buying, I didn’t observe Hefei’s preferences. These details...
I probably should write them down after all...”
Rosvisser gave a soft “hmph” and reached out to rub Orion’s golden hair.
She was older, and of higher status, so this gesture carried warmth of an elder toward someone younger.
“You’re still too serious, Orion. I said—don’t treat this as a mission.”
Rosvisser spoke gently.
“If, in your heart, this is only something you must achieve, and nothing else matters, then you will never get closer to Hefei. You need to relax. Let yourself naturally enjoy the process of growing closer to her. That is something you will want to remember in the future.”
Orion quietly took Rosvisser’s words into her heart.
“To slowly enjoy the process of becoming closer...”
Her eyes moved gently.
"Rosvisser, you also reminisce on all the small moments you spent with your daughters... right?"
“Of course I do.”
Rosvisser smiled.
“For example, the night before my eldest daughter entered school, I tossed and turned and couldn’t sleep. While my husband wasn’t looking, I even cried. And the day my third daughter’s magic affinity changed, I also couldn’t sleep—but that time it was from excitement. I still remember all of those feelings vividly, even now. Because they are memories with my daughters—things I could never forget. So you see, Orion—when you truly care about someone, when you place them in your heart, you don’t need to try. Your care naturally becomes your emotions. And those emotions move your actions. That is why I want you to relax.”
Rosvisser was gently dissolving Orion’s mindset—that this was a task.
Relationships formed through true affection could never be “assignments.”
They were journeys.
Of course, Rosvisser did not expect Orion to fully understand this immediately.
It was enough for her to slowly walk into Hefei’s heart, step by step.
Orion slowly exhaled, relieved, and nodded.
“Alright. I understand, Lady Rosvisser.”
Rosvisser’s eyes curved like crescent moons. “You’re a clever girl. This won’t be difficult for you. Now, let me tell you about Aurora and Muse. Those two...”
And Rosvisser talked at length about many stories of her and her daughters.
What seemed like ordinary daily life was actually the key foundation of a beautiful childhood—none of it could be replaced.
Orion listened quietly to every story.
She realized—real mother-daughter relationships were like Rosvisser and her girls: unforced, natural, shaped by time.
Because forcibly-defined affection never tasted sweet. Only warmth that survived boredom and repetition could become real love.
...
Talking and walking, the sky had already begun to dim. Under the slanting sunset, Rosvisser and Orion sat down on a bench by the road.
“Thank you for telling me all of this today, Lady Rosvisser.”
“I’m happy too. And if you run into anything later, you can always write to me.”
Orion’s eyes brightened.
“Really? That’s wonderful.”
Rosvisser smiled gently and was just about to continue—when her peripheral vision caught Constantine chatting with her husband not far away.
She paused, then asked:
“By the way, Orion, the Blazing Sun Clan has a standard family structure, correct? Father and mother join together and bear a child, forming a basic family unit?”
Orion nodded.
“Yes. Why do you ask, Lady Rosvisser?”
“Oh—just thinking.” Rosvisser nodded thoughtfully, then asked,
“If you want to become Hefei’s mother-figure... have you considered her other parental figure?”
“Other... parental figure? You mean Lord Constantine?”
“Mhm. If your relationship with Hefei really becomes mother and daughter, then your relationship with Constantine...”
Bzz..
Orion abruptly stood up from the bench. She lowered her head slightly, her golden hair slipping down to cover the faint flush spreading along her cheekbones.
Even the spectacular sunset could not mask the pink blooming on her face.
“Lady Rosvisser, please don’t misunderstand. I have never thought about developing anything with Lord Constantine. We are not of the same tribe, our statuses are worlds apart, and he would never be interested in someone like me. I only want to treat Hefei well. It has nothing to do with anything else.”
“Lady Rosvisser, please... please don’t get the wrong idea.”
Rosvisser blinked, pausing—thinking: Why do Blazing Sun girls always start with speeches longer than an epic poem?
But then...
Rosvisser closed her eyes and chuckled softly.
“But that is your third reason, isn’t it... Orion Pyx?”
