Limitless Fortune: I Collect SSS-Rank Skills as Payment-Chapter 163: Lucien’s Consolation

Previously, Elara had tried to stay positive, leaning on her daughter as a source of support. Now, with her gone, Elara felt utterly alone.

How could she not break?

When a woman couldn't get attention from her man, even after doing so much, what else could she do?

So, now that it had come to this, and she had someone to pour out her grievances to, Elara had become a little incoherent, muddled.

She no longer cared about her image, noble etiquette, or decency. She no longer cared whether this incident would shape their view of her forever.

She just wanted to know whether she still had it in her.

Whether she was still… beautiful enough to draw a reaction from men.

Even if… even if it was from her friend's son.

"Sigh… Aunt Elara, you are losing yourself."

When Lucien saw that look in Elara's greenish eyes, awaiting the approval of a man, he couldn't help but sigh loudly.

As a transmigrated person, he clearly knew what she was going through. It was none other than a toxic relationship.

Too bad, this world didn't have a concept of divorce, at least not in the nobility circle. Heck, he was sure that Elara never thought of leaving Alaric even after all of this.

She just wanted his attention from her husband, just like before, that's all. But it seemed hard, literally.

"Aunt Elara, a woman looks more beautiful when she is covered."

Lucien said this softly as he reached out, gently adjusting her collar to cover her bosoms.

Throughout the entire gesture, there was no hint of lust or improper intent in his eyes, even as his fingers brushed against her soft skin.

After making sure her bosoms were no longer visible, Lucien finally looked at the moist yet surprised eyes of Elara and whispered,

"And who said you aren't beautiful? Whoever thought like that isn't a man. And if it is a woman, she is just jealous, nothing else."

He said while placing his hand on her back, soothing her slightly by tapping. While his other hand went towards her face, slowly wiping out her tears, with care.

His movements were so smooth that, for a moment, Elara forgot about her grievance.

"So, if Alaric isn't reacting to you, then yes, he is indeed not a man. I suspect he might have gone old and lost his function there. Maybe that's why he didn't want to look at you out of shame."

He said, surprising both Elara and Seraphine in the process. They never thought that Lucien was so bold enough to tarnish the reputation of a count, and that too in front of his wife.

"Lucien…w-what are you saying?"

Seraphine was shocked by his crazy words and immediately reprimanded him with a dark face.

Was it right to talk about someone's husband like that? Not to mention that the person was an elder of respectable status. She didn't know her son was like this.

"Mom, why are you reacting so strongly? There is no one here besides us, and what I said is the truth."

But Lucien didn't care and instead continued,

"Look, Aunt Elara, the very thought of thinking you aren't beautiful is blasphemy to your beauty itself."

He said while looking at Elara, who had finally come to her senses a little.

"Look at those green eyes, at what angle do they not look beautiful?"

He asked while placing his finger right at the ridge of her beautiful greenish eyes that were looking at him with amusement and a little surprise.

But he didn't care about her look and lowered his finger, grabbing her nose lightly.

"This thin nose that fits perfectly on your face, this reddish chubby cheek, these slender ears…"

As Lucien continued to speak, he grabbed each part of Elara's face, squeezing them slightly in the process,

"...are just perfect. To be honest, now that I look at it, you look more beautiful up close."

Lucien said with the right amount of surprise in his eyes. And to be honest, he wasn't lying.

Although Elara was older in age, in this magical world, that wasn't the case. Not to mention, he knew that she had some Elven origin.

And for someone of her kind, she might even be in her prime now, as reflected in her flawless, unblemished face.

To be honest, even Lucien now had doubts that Alaric might really have lost his function.

"Not to mention these red lips of yours."

At last, Lucien slightly lowered his finger and rubbed Elara's red lips slightly, surprising both her and Seraphine in the process.

This guy was clearly taking advantage under the pretense of consoling her. But Lucien was clearly in the mood and didn't notice their gaze, and lightly whispered instead,

"Aunt Elara…to be honest, if you aren't the wife of someone else, I might really be tempted to bite these lips of yours. They are just…too tempting. So, I feel that your husband might really be gay."

In the flowing emotion, Lucien directly declared Alaric gay without fear.

"Okay, enough. You have no shame? Lucien, are you even my son? Do you know who you are flirting with?"

Hearing her son and seeing his frivolous behavior, Seraphine finally couldn't take it anymore.

'No wonder this guy managed to get two girls at once.'

She thought and grabbed Elara's shoulder, taking her out of Lucien's half-embrace.

She felt that if she left her son to do whatever he wanted, he might even do something outrageous.

She had no trust in her son anymore. She had to apologize to Elara so that she wouldn't take his behavior to heart.

"Elara, don't take his words too seriously. He just—"

However, just as Seraphine was about to apologize, she saw Elara suddenly giggling in her place uncontrollably, her ample bosoms bouncing up and down on her loose dress.

It seemed she found the whole situation so amusing that she couldn't control her laughter, pressing her hand to her mouth in a futile attempt to stifle it.