Chapter 79 Aerora’s Kiss
Her light golden long hair cascaded down.
Aerora lowered her head slightly, her clear blue eyes obscured by her hair, making it impossible to see her true expression.
“I know you carry a heavy burden.”
“Some things… I never considered before. It’s always been you, Shaya, worrying about our future.”
“But—”
“When I saw you in the washroom… I truly had this feeling.”
“As if you had gone to a very distant place, and I could only watch your departing back from afar…”
“Watching you grow further and further away, while I stood still, unable to do anything…”
The blonde maiden’s voice trembled.
She was never one to express her emotions easily.
However, within the washroom door, which had been cut open by Rungoniumad—
Seeing Shaya collapsed on the floor, his face drained of all color, unconscious.
Aerora felt the entire world fall into silence.
He was the youth she relied on.
He was also the most important person in Aerora’s life, the one she had been with day and night for ten years, her beloved.
At that moment, she felt an immense, overwhelming sense of abandonment.
It was as if the entire world… was receding from her.
During the three days Shaya was unconscious, Aerora searched every hidden gathering and extraordinary market in the Imperial Capital.
She even pointed her silver spear at Lieutenant Colonel Sieg, who, with a wry smile, used his authority to exchange for the military’s highest classified mental stimulant.
While keeping vigil over Shaya at home, Aerora had countless times thought—
What would she do if Shaya remained unconscious, or if his condition worsened and he died.
Fortunately—
Shaya eventually woke up.
And with his awakening, the light of the world returned to Aerora’s side.
“I know there are many things you do, Shaya, that I am unable to understand.”
“There are things you can do that I cannot.”
“But even so.”
“I will not remain clumsy and useless…”
“I will become strong, smarter, and able to help you…”
“So—”
“Please don’t leave me…”
“Don’t leave me alone.”
The fingers holding Shaya’s hem trembled slightly.
But soon, Aerora felt her hand being grasped.
“Alright.”
Shaya sighed with a slight headache, holding Aerora’s hand. “This was indeed my fault. I didn’t expect to be so exhausted that I didn’t even have the strength to finish things.”
He was genuinely worried that if something like this happened again, this foolish girl might impulsively do something irreversible.
Shaya looked into Aerora’s clear blue eyes.
Then, he spoke word by word.
“Let’s repeat our agreement one more time.”
“From now on, I will always keep you by my side, never abandon you, never leave you, not even at the brink of death.”
“And you must live well, cherish your life…”
“Be someone who is always useful to you.”
Aerora murmured, completing the latter half of their vow.
Shaya reached out and gently wiped Aerora’s pale face.
Then he patted Aerora’s shoulder. “There, this is the perfect childhood sweetheart, just as I raised you…”
Shaya’s words stopped abruptly.
Because he saw the maiden before him embrace him like a swallow returning to its nest, throwing herself into his arms.
The next moment.
A cold and wet sensation
Gently spread across Shaya’s forehead.
…
Aerora’s lips were cold, soft to the touch.
The feeling of holding her warm, fragrant body was fleeting.
Soon, Aerora took a small step back, separating herself from Shaya.
“What a shame.”
Shaya touched his forehead.
“If I had known you were going to give me a benefit, Little Ai.”
“I would have preferred a kiss on the lips.”
“Mr. Shaya, a first kiss is a precious thing. It should be exchanged at the most important moment, like during a wedding—”
“This is what you wrote yourself in the manuscript you sent to the Royal Publishing House.”
Aerora blinked her clear blue eyes.
Her voice no longer trembled; confidence and composure returned to her.
She was no longer the bewildered maiden who had been lost due to fear of abandonment.
This Aerora was the top-ranked individual in military mission points, the strongest at Saint Roland Academy.
“That’s just nonsense to fool those pure-hearted virgin readers…”
“I am a man who will write a Guide to Evaluating Exotic Racial Customs. How can I be stopped by such outdated customs!”
Shaya shook his head with regret, wishing for a moment he could travel back in time and tear apart his past self for writing such things.
Alas, there were no tangible benefits.
“Never mind, there will be opportunities sooner or later.”
Shaya waved his hand and turned to leave the room. “Let’s go for a big meal.”
Aerora smoothed her golden long hair and obediently followed behind Shaya. “Where are we eating?”
“The Dark Night Garden.”
Aerora’s steps faltered. “Mr. Shaya, are you sure that’s a place to eat?”
“Why wouldn’t it be? Although the Dark Night Garden is a secret base for the Shadow Council, its facade to the outside is a high-class hotel.”
“It has all the dishes, and it’s free.”
Shaya waved his hand and soon walked out of the living room.
He changed his shoes by the door. “Oh right, I actually gained something from getting myself into such a bad state this time.”
“In the moment I pushed myself to my limit and defeated a powerful enemy, I felt my mental power break through again.”
“It won’t be long before I reach the peak of the Third Ring and start attempting to break through to the Four Rings.”
“Indeed, battles between life and death are the best medicine for breakthroughs. The effect is even more pronounced for someone like me who rarely puts myself in dire situations…”
The silver light that suddenly flickered in the blonde maiden’s pupils interrupted Shaya’s slightly self-satisfied words.
A sharp and imposing aura emerged, diffusing around Aerora.
The next moment.
A formidable illusory Holy Spear silently manifested mid-air.
On the ancient spear shaft, streaks of profound, brilliant silver light flowed.
An ancient and deep power, seemingly from eons ago, slowly materialized around the knight’s spear, carrying an indescribable might.
In Shaya’s perception, the surrounding space stabilized somewhat with the manifestation of the Holy Spear.
After a long while, the silver light in Aerora’s eyes gradually dissipated.
She waved her hand, recalling the renewed Rungoniumad into her Soul Pact Space.
“So, what kind of trouble is your Holy Relic causing now?”
Hearing Shaya’s question, Aerora closed her eyes, sensed for a moment, and then opened them again.
“It should be that my state of mind resonated with Rungoniumad.”
“That deeper soul resonance allowed Rungoniumad to awaken further, unsealing a portion of its ancient power.”
“And as its master, I also received feedback from the Soul Pact.”
Aerora thought for a moment. “From now until the Fourth Ring, I should have no bottleneck in terms of mental power.”
The blonde maiden’s voice carried a hint of joy.
In her eyes, Rungoniumad’s revival and her own increase in strength meant she could help Shaya even more in the future.
And then, she could stay by Shaya’s side forever.
“By the way, Shaya, what were you saying before?”
“I was focusing my mental energy on the soul resonance and the Holy Spear’s revival just now, so I didn’t hear you clearly.”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“I was just thinking about what we should eat later.”
Shaya sighed, taking Aerora’s hand and walking towards the door.
Damn European.
Never mind, I forgive you.
After all, this European Emperor is the little wife I raised.
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