"Oh..."
The mischievous yet charming smile strongly conveys what it means.
I remembered his aggressive style of pushing me against a wall and asking for a kiss when I was in a remote place.
I let out a small laugh. I had no way to deal with Michael, who took this moment to surprise me with a strange prank.
“It’s underwater.”
“I hope memories come back.”
“And flirting while on an important mission.”
“You don’t like it?”
That was the extent of the polite refusal. I confessed with a flushed face.
"No."
I had already been aware of Michael's lips since I had cast the breathing spell.
As soon as Michael revealed his desire, the feeling of thirst intensified.
Michael's eyes deepened at my honest answer. That's when the barely-there margin of safety was gone.
The mischievous yet charming smile strongly conveys what it means.
I remembered his aggressive style of pushing me against a wall and asking for a kiss when I was in a remote place.
I let out a small laugh. I had no way to deal with Michael, who took this moment to surprise me with a strange prank.
“It’s underwater.”
“I hope memories come back.”
“And flirting while on an important mission.”
“You don’t like it?”
That was the extent of the polite refusal. I confessed with a flushed face.
"No."
I had already been aware of Michael's lips since I had cast the breathing spell.
As soon as Michael revealed his desire, the feeling of thirst intensified.
Michael's eyes deepened at my honest answer. That's when the barely-there margin of safety was gone.
“Eve.”
A large, warm hand cupped my cheek as if cupping it. His beautiful face with bewitched eyes came closer.
Bubbling.
Our lips met in the bubbles. The air in our mouths mixed together through breathing magic.
“Ahh..."
The beginning resembles an air kiss, like our first kiss. Each time I inhaled his sweet breath, my chest heated up.
Our hands were so careful as if we were so precious and valuable to each other.
But the softness created through self-control did not last long.
Michael's hand on my shoulder trembled slightly, and his grip tightened.
He pressed his lips together tightly. I accepted his red tongue through his mouth which was wide open as if he was going to devour me.
“Ah, uh... Yeah..."
I also pulled Michael's cheek closer. Soon, our tongues were actively intertwined.
It was a passionate kiss as if we were competing with each other's desires.
Even though he was being pushed around, Michael still seemed to be enduring something. He had his eyes tightly shut and his brows furrowed. I stared blankly at that charming face, even with that frown, and responded with desire.
It was not long before I was out of breath, despite the magic of breathing. Only when it reached a point where they could no longer endure did the two of us separate our red lips and step back slightly.
Bubbling.
Even as our hearts pounded wildly, our eyes remained fixed and we continued to explore each other.
Our eyes were both dark. The kiss, rather than quenching our thirst, seemed to have only made it bigger and more intense.
“Eve... Ha..."
The bass was locked in a plaintive, mournful call to Eve. At this moment, Michael felt an intense, almost desperate temptation.
He wanted to go somewhere with her, preferably to the middle of nowhere, right now.
All sorts of blasphemous thoughts were swirling through his head. It was a time when he felt like he was going crazy.
“Haaah..."
This sigh came not from Michael, but from my mouth. I too was sighing.
“What if I continue to be like this even after becoming Emperor?”
"Eve?"
“What if I neglect state affairs because I am obsessed with sex?”
"What...?"
“Michael may be attacked without regard to time or place. I will be recorded in history as a tyrant.”
Eve was seriously worried. From Michael's point of view, it was bearable.
It was such a thrilling agony that I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
He was speechless for a moment, and I continued to cry.
“It’s all Michael’s fault. It’s because you woke up my sleeping royal blood.”
“...I see. It’s because of me.”
“That’s right. Take responsibility.”
"I get it."
“You have my word. Just get back to the capital.”
Michael nodded faithfully, not even realizing what he was saying.
We exchanged playful words and made a promise as if we were waiting for the right moment. In the meantime, Michael was taking over.
The dangerous impulse seemed to have been aroused. He laughed without realizing it.
“As expected, you always make me feel like a knight.”
"Yes?"
“No. I’m going to finish what I was doing. Shouldn’t I do it?”
“Yeah... It’s a shame, but I guess that’s how it has to be..."
I tried to shake off my lingering feelings for Michael's lips and resumed my exploration.
And finally, I got my results. My eyes widened as I discovered what I had been waiting for.
“Michael, look at this.”
“It’s a branch with leaves.”
On a long branch that would be about the length of my arm.
A tiny sprout the size of a thumbnail had sprouted up. When I peeled off the outer skin, it was still green.
“If you look, there must be a few more like this. It looks like these were holding out and purifying the lake.”
“What do you plan to do now?”
“I have to break it.”
“If it breaks it, won’t it die?”
“No, no. You have to cut it down to save it. The world tree is a plant after all.
If we plant it in the ground and let it take root, we can make it an independent entity.”
I borrowed Michael's Night Ray to cut off a branch. It took a long time for the branch to be cut like a saw.
“What tree has the strength of a famous sword made of mithril and black gold? Is its trunk made of diamond?”
“Sure. I suppose I can forge a sword. It's as weak as it is, and if it were stronger, Michael would have to use his sword to cut it.”
I bisected the branch again with precision. What had been an arm's length was now only a forearm's length.
“Yeah. One for Dandelion and one for Lapis.”
The plan was to plant a tree in the well that had been contaminated with poison because of Josen Sanchez.
“Let’s go outside now.”
We went up to the surface together. After drying their clothes with drying magic, We put on an outer garment. The branches of the World Tree were individually enchanted to retain moisture.
“Your Highness, are you doing well?”
“Did you find what you were looking for?”
“Yeah. Nothing happened, I found it.”
I smiled brightly at the curious looking Knights of the Order.
“I’ll tell you what I found later. I’ll show you something really great, so look forward to it.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
Even so, the Knights of the Punishment Order were worried about what their lord would do.
It was something they had always been looking forward to. Everyone's eyes lit up when I promised to show them something great myself.
Meanwhile, Michael, who was watching this, was quite surprised.
The appearance of the Knights of Punishment a moment ago was that of a group trained to obey without emotion.
It's because it wasn't homunculus-like.
'These guys...'
The unimprinted compatriots were already acting cute in front of Eve.
Michael felt a little sad at the thought of his Princess's share being further reduced.
At that time, Eve confirmed that the corpse of the demon, or rather its prey, had been cleaned up.
The quantity was so large that it took a long time just to cast the preservation spell.
“Whew, this will keep my promise about sausage stew.”
The plentiful loot made Eve happy. It was a rewarding exploration.
Early afternoon, a few hours later.
Although the sun had long since passed its zenith, a blonde girl was still asleep inside the barracks.
A dazzlingly pretty girl, covered in green mucus on a shabby bed. She was none other than Rosenite.
“Ugh!”
With a gasp, Rosenite jerked her upper body up. Her entire body was covered in cold sweat.
She don't remember, but she think she had a very scary and unpleasant dream. Rosenite, gripped by anxiety, trembled and screamed.
“Hey, is there anyone out there?!”
It wasn't her usual way of speaking respectfully to her subordinates. She couldn't afford to be disgusted right now.
Luckily, someone came into the barracks right away.
“Your Highness the 8th Princess, you have opened your eyes.”
“You, you?”
Sylvestian was nowhere to be seen, and a brown-haired noblewoman stuck her face out. She looked familiar. She was one of her sister's maids.
“My name is Peony Granice. Did you sleep well, Your Highness the 8th Princess?”
Peony put down the basin full of water and wet a rag.
At first, Rosenite thought she had just come in to clean up.
“Sir Millard?”
“Sir Millard has left the village for a moment because a monster has appeared in front of it.”
“How long did I sleep?”
“It's been a long day, you must be very tired, you could have slept more...but the pack must have absorbed into your skin while you slept, so I'll wipe it off now.”
When she asked curiously, Peony suddenly threw a rag at Rosenite's face.
Rosenite was startled and told to move it away, but then she saw her own hand turned green.
Rosenit could recall the moment before she fainted, when she had been doused in the troll's blood.
“Gyaaaah!”
A deafening scream rang out.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?”
Sure enough, Sylvestian, the direct subordinate, reacted quickly and ran into the barracks.
Rosenite looked back and forth between Peony and Sylvestian and shouted.
“Me, did you leave me like this?! How could you, how could you, how could you, did you do this to me?! Where are you, Eve?!”
Rosenit could recall the moment before she fainted, when she had been doused in the troll's blood.
“Gyaaaah!”
A deafening scream rang out.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?”
Sure enough, Sylvestian, the direct subordinate, reacted quickly and ran into the barracks.
Rosenite looked back and forth between Peony and Sylvestian and shouted.
“Me, did you leave me like this?! How could you, how could you, how could you, did you do this to me?! Where are you, Eve?!”
She was so angry that she almost died because Bridget had ignored her so unluckily.
She couldn't stand the thought that Eve had done the same thing. It was like a betrayal that she couldn't understand.
Rosenite's eyes widened as she felt the emotion.
It was at that time that Rosenite's bloodshot eyes were gathering poisonous energy. Peony, who was acting lively and not fitting for the situation, said.
“Oh my, Your Highness the 8th Princess. Please don’t misunderstand. Her Highness helped the 8th Princess with her skin care.”
“...Skin care?”
She couldn't stand the thought that Eve had done the same thing. It was like a betrayal that she couldn't understand.
Rosenite's eyes widened as she felt the emotion.
It was at that time that Rosenite's bloodshot eyes were gathering poisonous energy. Peony, who was acting lively and not fitting for the situation, said.
“Oh my, Your Highness the 8th Princess. Please don’t misunderstand. Her Highness helped the 8th Princess with her skin care.”
“...Skin care?”
When her area of interest was mentioned, Rosenite reacted reflexively.
Peony didn't miss this moment and kindly pushed the rag in again. Rosenite found herself turning her face away from the gentle touch.
Peony explained as she sucked the rag, which quickly turned green, into the basin.
“This green mucus is used as an ingredient in the highest-grade potion. They say that if you apply it to your entire body and sleep like this, it is very good for your skin.”
Although it is a turbidity-contaminated material.
Although it is a turbidity-contaminated material.
“Is that true?”
“Touch your skin. You will feel that it is soft and smooth like a baby’s.”
''My skin is like that originally. I'm the white rose of the country.”
She answered bluntly, but the touch was satisfying; her skin, rough from the carriage ride of the past three days, was even rougher than it had been in the palace.
“Please remember. Her Highness the 7th Princess treasures the beauty of the 8th Princess, the White Rose of the Empire as if it were a national treasure.”
“... Sister? Really?”
"Sure."
In this way, Peony successfully charmed Rosenite.
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