The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 202 -: I want a child from you.

"Did you know that you have aged?" Vivian said as he flew through the air, heading west of their estate.

"What!? You are crossing the line!"

Charlotte snapped, her voice sharp. "First you say I’m heavy, and now I’m old?"

"Why?" he said with a grin. "Aren’t you aging?" He tilted his head and smiled wider.

"Everyone ages, but some age like fine wine. Can I drink you?"

At that, Charlotte went silent. She hid her face in his chest, her cheeks turning red.

In a small voice she said, "Y-you can."

Vivian chuckled softly and nodded. "Then let’s find a place where I can drink you."

Charlotte grew even more nervous. She pressed closer to him, her face getting hotter.

If what he said was true, then something she had waited for a long time might happen today.

She told herself to stay calm and be ready.

Suddenly, Vivian stopped in the air.

Charlotte panicked.

She quickly checked her clothes and even leaned in to smell herself. After checking everything, she let out a quiet sigh.

Everything seemed fine.

Vivian landed and gently put her down.

"Come on," he said. "I’ll make wine out of you." He started walking toward a large building ahead.

"O-okay," Charlotte replied, her eyes bright with excitement. She hurried to follow him, then stopped.

"Huh?"

A big board hung over the entrance. On it were the words:

Wine Making Factory

Charlotte froze, then slowly looked up at Vivian. He was smiling like he had won something.

The excitement she had a moment ago vanished the instant she understood what he meant.

He had been making fun of her all along.

A vein popped on her forehead as anger rushed through her. She had completely embarrassed herself.

Even so, she didn’t shout. She walked forward in silence, her fists tightly clenched.

She was just about to hit him when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto his shoulder.

"Hey—put me down! This is uncomfortable!" Charlotte started screaming wildly, moving her arms and legs as if she were being kidnapped.

"Don’t scream, my little adorable princess. This is not the right time," he said calmly. Then he added with a grin, "And when the time is right, I won’t drink you. I’ll eat you."

The moment those words left his mouth, Charlotte froze.

She stopped struggling at once. Her face turned bright red, and steam almost seemed to rise from her head.

Vivian chuckled softly and patted her leg before finally calming her down.

With her still on his shoulder, he walked into the wine factory.

Inside, the air smelled rich and sweet. Rows of wine bottles were neatly placed on wooden racks.

Vivian picked a few bottles without much thought and stored them in his subspace.

He then took a jar filled with gold coins and placed it on a table nearby.

He didn’t know how much the wine really cost.

But one thing was certain.

This would be more than enough.

After that, he flew into the air and rushed toward the western part of their estate.

As they flew, the land below slowly changed.

There was much more greenery than before.

Thick forests spread across the ground, and only a few houses could be seen between the trees.

Beyond the forests stood a huge mountain, fully covered in green plants and tall trees.

Vivian flew toward the mountain and stopped in the air above it.

His eyes moved calmly as he scanned the area, searching for a good place.

"Let’s see... there," he said softly.

His gaze stopped on a large tree standing near the edge of the mountain.

Its branches were wide and spread out, and from there, the view was clear and beautiful.

He flew down and landed near the tree.

Vivian gently put Charlotte down and then sat on the ground, leaning slightly as he looked at her.

Charlotte stood there for a moment, looking around the place. A soft blush covered her face as she took in the peaceful scene.

"Sit, my dear wife," Vivian said calmly.

Charlotte blinked when she heard those words. She turned to look at him, clearly surprised.

"Are you alright?" she asked, her eyes filled with excitement. "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?"

"Why?" Vivian replied with a small smile.

"Can’t I love my wife?"

As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and pulled her gently.

Charlotte, who had been watching him with a suspicious look, suddenly lost her balance.

Before she could react, she fell forward, her lips landing directly on his.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stop.

Vivian then leaned back, resting his back against the tree behind him, and looked out into the distance.

Charlotte slowly moved and leaned back against his chest, her back resting comfortably against him as she followed his gaze.

The wind brushed past them, the leaves rustled softly, and the world felt quiet and peaceful.

As they looked into the distance, Vivian snapped his fingers. A wine bottle appeared in his hand, followed by two glasses.

Without saying a word, Vivian opened the bottle and slowly poured the wine into both glasses.

He handed one to Charlotte. She took it quietly, not saying anything. Vivian also remained silent, his eyes resting on her face.

The face that once carried arrogance and pride had changed.

In its place was a gentle softness, something rare and almost unfamiliar on her.

Vivian reached out and gently brushed aside a few strands of hair that were blown toward her face.

Her clear and beautiful features fully came into his view.

Seeing this, he let out a soft sigh.

Who would have thought she had killed millions in her past life?

His thoughts drifted back. When he had died, his soul was sealed by her, stopping him from reincarnating right away.

The price for that was ten million resentful souls.

She had gathered them by slaughtering nearly ten million people....and that was only the beginning.

There were many more deaths after that.

Before he was pulled back into reality, she had already killed hundreds of thousands.

She had even killed her eldest brother for the throne, doing it right in front of her parents.

’So who was she... really?’

Vivian slowly looked up at the sky, lost in thought.

Then another memory surfaced in his mind...a letter Edward had sent to Charlotte.

In it, Edward had said that someone who had gone beyond ascended had captured him.

’Who could it be?’

Could it be the heroine he had written?

But—

Before he could continue his thoughts, Charlotte suddenly turned her head toward him. She looked into his eyes and smiled softly.

"Honey," she said gently, "you have something to say, don’t you?"

"No... why do you ask?" Vivian said as he poured her another drink.

Charlotte looked at him from the corner of her eyes.

"You think I’m an idiot, don’t you? You’re acting like this because you’re trying to convince me."

Vivian showed a puzzled expression, but deep down he knew exactly what she meant.

He let out a small breath and said, "What do you mean I’m trying to convince you?"

"Just enjoy—" he started to say.

Before he could finish, Charlotte cut him off.

"You’re thinking of going to war, aren’t you?" she said, staring straight at him.

Vivian paused for a moment. Since his thoughts were already exposed, he could only smile faintly.

Charlotte continued, her voice calm but firm. "For the last four years, you vanished without a word. You went somewhere I couldn’t follow, somewhere you never explained."

She tightened her grip on the wine glass.

"And now," she said softly, "you’re about to walk into a war?"

Vivian looked at her and gave a small smile. "Charlotte, you know how badly I want to kill them," he said softly.

From the very beginning, his desire to wipe out the Tramplins had been burning inside him.

But after seeing everything in that dream-like state, his hatred had only grown deeper.

He didn’t just want revenge anymore...he wanted to burn them alive. No matter what, he had to go.

Hearing this, Charlotte sighed and turned her head toward him.

If anyone understood him better than he understood himself, it was her. She knew what kind of choice he had already made.

"I’ll go with you," she said quietly.

"No!!" Vivian refused the moment the words left her mouth.

How could he allow her to go? From what he had heard, the battlefield was pure chaos.

Every swordmaster sent there had either died or returned badly injured. There was no way he would let her step into that place.

"Why?" Charlotte asked, her voice lowering.

Vivian took a breath and spoke seriously.

"Even though you are an arch mage, and even though you’ve reached the peak of it, you still haven’t become a Grandmaster. I can’t allow you to take part in that war."

"But... but—" she tried to say something.

"Charlotte," Vivian said sternly, cutting her off, "I told you before. When I tell you not to do something, don’t argue."

Charlotte fell silent.

Vivian also said nothing.

He kept looking at her, and after a while, he sighed.

Her expression was gloomy, like she was holding back tears. Seeing that, his heart softened.

With a defeated sigh, he said, "Fine. Except for going to war, I’ll do anything you ask me to."

"Really?" Charlotte said, her face lighting up instantly.

"Yes, really. I’ll do anything you ask," Vivian laughed as he said it.

"You can ask me anything," he added. "Hurry up, befo—"

He couldn’t finish his sentence.

Charlotte suddenly opened her mouth and spoke without hesitation.

"I want a child from you."