1novels Chapter 76 Cleansing Under the Moonlight
Chapter 76 Cleansing Under the Moonlight
The air in the bedroom was almost frozen, and the shattered fragments of the magic barrier shimmered with a cold light under the moonlight, like withered petals.
"Oh my, this is truly... quite an impressive entrance ceremony."
Mary struggled to sit up. Her long hair was slightly disheveled from the intense physical struggle she had just endured, and her breathing was still not calm.
Although the alarm bells had already been set off deep inside her by Aika's tangible killing intent, as the Flower Magician, she still maintained that cynical mask.
She slowly pulled up her slipped robe, even winking playfully at Aigo, though her fingers, which were propped up on the edge of the bed, trembled slightly.
"Good evening, Miss Aika. As you can see, due to the uneven distribution of 'educational resources,' I am giving Wang some necessary... coming-of-age etiquette lessons."
"Shut up!"
Sajou Aika shouted angrily, and the surrounding stone walls groaned under the weight.
She walked barefoot on the shattered remnants of the barrier, and with each step, the floor beneath her feet crumbled into dust from the sheer pressure of the pure primal force.
Aige didn't look at Meryl; her ethereal eyes were fixed on Arthur, a dark abyss of jealousy churning within them.
"That rotten floral scent, clinging to the prince's skin... How filthy. It's probably better to delete some of the records of this world."
As Aige raised her slender fingers, the entire Camelot Castle began to tremble slightly.
That was the world's fear, because this princess truly intended to completely erase the "eyesore" from the law of cause and effect.
"Enough, Ai Ge! Stop!"
Ignoring his own embarrassment, Arthur suddenly rolled off the bed and grabbed Aige's wrist, which was about to fall.
"Your Highness..." Aika turned her head, her eyes slightly red, her tone carrying a sickly sense of grievance.
"Why are you stopping me? That kind of thing doesn't deserve to stay by your side."
"This is my request, Aigo." Arthur's voice was deep and resolute, the magic power of the Dragon's Furnace within him forcefully counteracting the power emanating from Aigo.
He turned to look at Meryl, his eyes filled with a sense of helplessness, as if he were playing with fire. "Meryl, please leave here first."
"Since the capital has issued an order to leave, then I, as the elder sister, will have no choice but to make my exit."
Meli seized the moment and transformed into countless fluttering cherry blossoms.
Before leaving, she didn't forget to give Arthur a flirtatious look, and then, just before Ai-ka went berserk, she completely disappeared into the spatial rift.
"Don't chase after her." Arthur held onto Aige tightly as she tried to rush into the void.
"Let me go! I'm going to kill her!" Aigo struggled, her voice trembling with tears.
"She touched Arthur... How dare she... That vile succubus, she actually left that scent on Arthur!"
"Aiko, look at me."
Arthur forcibly pulled the struggling girl into his arms; she was the only vessel that could calm this princess of the origin.
He whispered softly in Ai Ge's ear, his tone carrying a hint of doting affection and guilt that even he himself didn't realize.
"Here I am the only one. You are the one I brought back to Britain, and I will never leave you."
Feeling Arthur's heartbeat, the magic of the love song gradually subsided.
Like a child who had suffered a great injustice, she buried her face in the crook of Arthur's neck, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of resolute stubbornness:
"...I won't cause her any trouble, but, Arthur, I won't allow you to carry that woman's scent on you."
She raised her head, her eyes revealing an almost sacred possessiveness.
"I want to help you... wash it off, so that every inch of your body can be covered in my scent."
Arthur couldn't resist that look.
Inside the bath in Camelot's bedroom, warm steam filled the air. Arthur sat by the pool, letting Aige's slender fingers, carrying the warm water, trace the path down his back.
The mere thought of this skin having been touched by Meryl made Aika's fingertips tremble slightly.
That was an anger powerful enough to destroy the entire world. She wanted to wash away those "impurities" and completely cleanse this man so that he belonged only to her.
"Arthur, over here..."
Aige knelt beside Arthur, carefully wiping his shoulders with a soft white cloth, her movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable force.
Her fingertips roamed restlessly over Arthur's powerful muscle lines, each press feeling like an ancient brand.
"I can manage the song myself..."
Arthur felt a little uncomfortable; the water in the bathtub was just above his waist.
This candor made Wang, who had just experienced his "first voyage," feel uneasy.
"No." Aika cupped Arthur's face in her hands, her eyes, as bright as stars, filled with seriousness.
"Your Highness is my treasure, and if a treasure gets dusty, I must clean it myself."
She rolled up her sleeves and practically pressed herself into Arthur's arms.
Warm water flowed between the two of them. Ai Ge scooped up water with her hands and poured it over Arthur again and again, her movements so meticulous as to be almost obsessive.
She washed it very clean.
From that head of brilliant blonde hair to those hands that gripped the sword, and to every inch of firm skin.
Aigo suddenly stopped what she was doing and pressed herself against him.
Her soaked dress clung to Arthur's body, the cold touch mingling with the warm spring water.
She buried her face in Arthur's neck and shoulder, inhaling his scent greedily.
"It still has... that disgusting, succulent smell, like rotten flowers."
She let out a low, almost morbid murmur, then suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on Arthur's shoulder.
"Ugh..." Arthur groaned, his body tensing instantly as he instinctively defended himself.
But in front of Aigo, that strong defense seemed to disappear.
Bright red teeth marks were imprinted on Arthur's shoulder. Aige looked at the blood, imbued with the aura of stars, oozing from the wound, her eyes sparkling with fervent joy.
"That way, the taste will be masked." She stuck out her tongue and gently and delicately licked the teeth mark, her movements filled with absolute possessiveness.
"Arthur's blood, Arthur's magic, Arthur's body... can only be touched by Aika."
Even if it were that magician, if she dared to reach out, I'd chop her hand off and feed it to those fantasy creatures.
Arthur sighed helplessly. He didn't push the girl away from his arms, but simply felt the love that was so heavy it could distort time and space.
"Aiko, Meryl isn't an enemy, she's just..."
"To me, everyone except His Highness the Prince is just 'background'."
Aige interrupted him, squatted down in the water, and cupped Arthur's face in her hands.
Water droplets dripped from her hair onto Arthur's collarbone.
At this moment, Ai Ge's eyes became unusually ethereal, and her kaleidoscopic pupils seemed to reflect the birth and death of the entire universe.
"Close your eyes, Arthur."
Arthur closed his eyes as instructed, and the next moment, he felt a pair of soft, warm hands cover his eyes.
Then, the hands began to move downwards.
Aige's movements became extremely delicate. She gently rubbed Arthur's earlobe with her fingertips, tracing his calloused hands from years of wielding a sword.
Then it submerged in the water, flowing down along the lines of its lower abdomen.
She was feeling, feeling every bone and every blood vessel in this body, the one and only hero she had sought across the world.
She could not tolerate any other person's fingerprints on this perfect "icon".
If she could, she would even like to use the magic of the source to cleanse every cell of Arthur and inscribe it with the spell of "Sajyou Aika".
"Here...they're jumping so fast."
Finally, Aige placed her hand on Arthur's heart, feeling the pulsating heart of the dragon's furnace.
"Is it because of that nightmare, or because of...me now?" She tilted her head up mischievously, her wet face close to Arthur's nose.
"It's because of you, Aige." Arthur opened his eyes, his tone so sincere it was captivating.
He reached out and gently grasped Aigo's mischievous hands. "Your 'cleansing' has been thorough enough."
The pool water was gradually cooling down, but the density of magic in the air continued to rise.
Aige finally stopped all her movements, curling up in Arthur's arms like a young leopard that had finally finished surveying its territory.
She could sense that the frivolous, illusory floral fragrance had been overwhelmed by her own "original essence," which carried a sense of emptiness and purity.
"Your Majesty the Prince."
"Um?"
"If those people in Britain..."
"That Morgan, and that Guinevere, they're going to take up your time too. Can I lock them both in a black box?"
Aige traced circles on Arthur's chest with her fingertips, her tone as calm as if they were discussing what to eat for breakfast the next morning.
Arthur grasped her fingertips, feeling the dangerous power that could erupt at any moment, and gave a bitter smile:
"In that case, it would be very troublesome for me as a king."
"...Alright, since Arthur has said so."
But as long as he's in this room, Arthur is mine alone. Anyone who dares to come in, I'll make this world... meet its end prematurely.
As the moonlight shone down, the night, which had been disrupted by Meryl, was now firmly sealed by another kind of love, deeper and more incomprehensible.
"Now, only my flavor remains."
Looking at Arthur, who seemed to have been reforged and exuded a faint, cool fragrance, Aige finally revealed the first genuine smile of the night.
She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the water droplet on Arthur's earlobe, as if declaring her sovereignty.
Looking at the girl who had finally settled down in his arms, Arthur felt the heavy and pure love he felt and could only let the warm pool water soak through his body.