Chapter 653: 131. Honeymoon
Fisher had a dream.
He dreamed that many years ago, within the few years after he and Elizabeth parted, before she led her army to battle Shivali, he finally overcame his hesitation and delivered the letter he had been reluctant to send to the Golden Palace.
He dreamt of Elizabeth arriving at his rental house in a golden carriage, joyfully throwing herself into his arms, as if all the years of distance could be resolved with simply a letter from him.
He dreamt that she took him back to the Golden Palace to face her father and brother. After many years, the boy in the ivory tower was finally able to stand on his own, proving to Godlin that he was indeed the young talent worthy of Elizabeth.
At that time, Elizabeth would stand by his side, looking at Fisher with a radiant gaze, and, with her determination, change the minds of her indecisive relatives.
He dreamt that they naturally got married, under Godlin’s tacit approval, in the spotlight of the Nali populace, the empire’s Eldest Princess and the grand sorcerer’s disciple became an enviable couple.
He dreamt that Elizabeth wore a beautiful wedding dress, and under the watchful eyes of the Mother, she lowered her head. When Fisher lifted the pure white veil from her head, he could see her delicately crafted makeup, her pink lips slightly curled, and in her dazzling, emotional eyes, there was Fisher’s reflection.
Beside them, the Archbishop of Saint Nali was honored to witness the ceremony, holding the Genesis solemnly as he asked the newlyweds,
“Elizabeth Godlin, do you wish to become the legal wife of this man before you, to accompany him, love him, and respect him in poverty or wealth, health or sickness, until death separates you?”
“I do.”
He dreamt that Elizabeth would say this without hesitation, holding his hand tightly.
The Archbishop nodded and turned to the other newlywed,
“Fisher Benavides, do you wish to become the legal husband of this woman before you, to weather both good and bad times, rich and poor, in health and sickness, in youth and old age, to become lifelong partners?”
“I do.”
He dreamt that he answered without hesitation, the promise as sweet as honey flowing from his lips.
He dreamt that they went through a long ceremony, busy all day with a grand national broadcast, until the evening when the clamor gradually dispersed, leaving a warm moment for their alone time.
He dreamed that Elizabeth drank a lot and leaned weakly against him, expressing the feelings she hadn’t had time to share over the years.
When it was just the two of them, he dreamt that Elizabeth gently reached out, cupping his face with her hand, her eyes filled with love as they gazed dreamily at him. She said,
“Fisher, I give you my everything, you must always be with me. You will be my husband, the father of my children, my only family, my most beloved person, okay?”
He dreamt that she sought his warm love, and when he lowered his head to promise, she offered her warm lips, wanting to merge with him.
He couldn’t clearly recall the specific process, or perhaps that primal act of procreation was never what he wanted to dream about?
He only dreamt, he felt her burning love, he dreamt that Elizabeth whispered near his cheek more than once, murmuring and moaning to Fisher,
“I love you”
“I love you”
“I love you”
“I love you so much that I want to possess you completely, even death cannot separate us, Fisher.”
In that hazy dream, Fisher’s consciousness, immersed in a sea of filth and oil, could no longer clearly hear the words in the dream. He only felt a weight in his chest, and when the discomfort reached its peak, his awareness became somewhat clearer.
So in the next moment, he opened his eyes to see the gauzy curtain swaying lightly at the head of the bed with the morning breeze.
At that moment, it was still before dawn, and only the dim outline of the brightening sky outside the window was visible to Fisher. He didn’t particularly like this time, feeling that it was too dreary before the sun rose. However, generally speaking, whenever he woke up at this time, a faint fragrance would accompany him as comfort.
This time was no exception.
At this moment, flowing over Fisher’s body was a cascade of golden hair, and resting on that golden hair was Elizabeth’s arm draped over him. Who else could it be but Her Majesty Elizabeth?
Even while asleep, Elizabeth’s sleeping posture could be considered elegant. Although her arm and face lay on Fisher’s chest and shoulder, the action resembled more of a cuddle rather than the “clumsy” affection of an octopus.
On the adjacent bed, an empty dining tray, a haphazard pile of bedding, a wrinkled sheet that lay like waves, and shredded silk balls crumpled into little balls evidently used lay testimony to what had transpired last night.
He blinked in a daze, his body awakening from a whole night of deep sleep. He lifted his hand to hold the arm draped over him, but this simple action also woke the person beside him.
“Buzz”
In the next second, Elizabeth, nestled against him, suddenly opened her bright, hollow golden eyes, looking at Fisher beside her.
Soon, a rare expression of satisfaction revealed itself. She smiled slightly, narrowed her eyes, pressed her face against Fisher’s chest, and gently grasped his hand, whispering,
“Good morning, Fisher.”
“Good morning.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes, as if adjusting her state within the remnants of sleep, prompting Fisher to ask her,
“Are you still very sleepy?”
Elizabeth nodded softly in his embrace, her voice muffled and heavy,
“A little, but it’s still early. Let me lie down for a while longer.”
“Alright.”
After Fisher agreed, the Elizabeth lying in his arms couldn’t help but laugh again,
“Hehe.”
“What are you laughing at?”
“I ate so well last night, I want to do it again tonight.”
For Fisher, these words were nothing but trivialities. Not only tonight, but even right now didn’t matter; he could have it all day long.
Thinking about it, even though all of his exceptional traits had been restored by Azanros’s blessing, he didn’t feel a reduction in this regard.
Couldn’t this be considered an extraordinary trait?
Fisher thought to himself, but that brief moment of daydreaming was quickly caught by Elizabeth. She looked up at the pondering Fisher, gently pinched his chin, turning his face from the ceiling to look at her, then her fingers turned to a gentle caress,
“What are you thinking about? So focused, are you eager for tonight already?”
“I think I dreamt of something just now.”
“A dream? About what?”
Elizabeth patiently looked at Fisher, waiting for him to continue, but after hesitating for a moment, he didn’t recount the sweetness of the dream. Instead, he thought of Renee’s earlier suggestion.
He adjusted his wording and said,
“Elizabeth, would you be willing to one day leave and live with me in a faraway place?”
“Far away? How far?”
“I don’t know, just a hypothesis, so it’s only a concept. If forced to say, it should be farther than the ends of the earth.”
Elizabeth blinked and smiled without hesitation,
“Alright, I’m willing to go with you.”
“Is that so?”
“But…” Elizabeth, who was in his embrace, nodded thoughtfully and softly said, “That should only be possible after a long time.”
“A long time?”
“Mhm, wait until our child is born. We will raise this newly born little prince and princess into adulthood. That way, I’ll be able to hand Nali and her people over to him, and I can leave with you, no matter how far.”
Fisher thought about it and added more stringent conditions to this hypothesis,
“What if it’s not that long, before we have children?”
“Well, if that’s the case, it’s a bit troubling. Although I see my children as independent individuals, fundamentally, as an extension of my bloodline, through blood and direct education, they will eventually inherit my thoughts and everything of mine.”
“Can’t you let go of Nali?”
“It’s not that I can’t let go of Nali, it’s that Nali can’t let go of me. While it might seem to you that I slaughtered my kin and usurped power entirely for myself— I don’t deny that —but I know the meaning of ‘responsibility.’ I promised Damian to do better than Dexter and vowed to the people to change everything in Nali; this is not something I can easily cast aside. I must be responsible to them.”
Elizabeth gazed steadily at Fisher in front of her, and he could tell she was not joking. He nodded, actually her words, in a sense, firmed up his refusal to escape,
“I see.”
Elizabeth tilted her head, suddenly asking Fisher,
“Why did you suddenly ask this? Do you find it stuffy inside the Golden Palace?”
“Not really, it was just a thought that came to mind, considering I had a dream last night.”
“A dream is a reflection of reality; what you think about during the day makes it into a night full of dreams. Does this mean your subconscious thinks this way?”
Elizabeth’s eyes were hollow, as if she were closely examining the man before her in detail, but after pausing for a moment, she just blinked, seeming to find nothing significant.
She had some doubts but did not express them, instead speaking,
This action suddenly made Fisher realize that her prosthetic eye seemed to not be functioning as it usually did.
Five years ago in Nali, although her prosthetic eye could not distort Fisher’s desires, it could meticulously observe his body’s reactions to gauge his thoughts, even the feelings he secretly harbored for Jasmine were seen through by her unique vision.
But now, she was using a “guessing” tone to express a potentiality, clearly having received no information from Fisher.
Does this mean the prosthetic eye’s ability did not activate for him?
But earlier in the church in Channel City with Valentina, she was able to locate his presence through the power of the prosthetic eye.
Wait, it seems there’s some difference between the functions of these two prosthetic eyes.
Earlier in Channel City, it was his gaze directed at the phantom left by the prosthetic eye that allowed Elizabeth to also perceive the looking presence from that spot.
In other words, right now, the one seeing himself was Elizabeth, and not Pandora’s eye.
This may sound a bit complicated, so let’s consider a question: knowing that both Pandora’s prosthetic eye and Elizabeth are conscious, and that Pandora’s eye, as Elizabeth’s eyes, can help her see external objects.
In this process, the scenes seen are actually observed simultaneously by both Elizabeth and the prosthetic eye.
Elizabeth saw the scene, and the prosthetic eye also saw the scene, which could activate its abilities to discover deeper information and pass it to Elizabeth, allowing her to meticulously uncover hidden details.
But now, perhaps because Fisher was wrapped in a hidden blessing, he subjectively had an emotional connection with Elizabeth that was distinctly different from Pandora’s prosthetic eye.
Thus, at this moment, only Elizabeth could see him, while as a subjective consciousness, Pandora’s eye could not perceive or observe him either, which also meant Elizabeth could no longer leverage the prosthetic eye’s capability to analyze if Fisher was lying or his inner thoughts.
This is a bit exaggerated, to be honest. If it weren’t for that “return to normal” burden, this blessing would definitely be very extravagant.
And in fact, under Renee’s prompt, he felt this burden could also be alleviated, it just needed to reach certain conditions.
Otherwise, because of the need to combat the invading chaos, he needed to read the completion manual, meeting the reading conditions required for reading that manual, fulfilling those conditions could attract the attention of the chaotic deities, leading to interruptions. To avoid being interrupted by the chaotic artifact, he enveloped himself in the hidden blessing, which in turn made reading the completion manual and fulfilling the reading conditions impossible.
Isn’t this a meaningless closed loop?
A subhuman girl enthusiast wouldn’t be so bored as to use the blessing of a deity more powerful than Ramastia to play with him. Otherwise, he’d seriously comment, “Well played.”
“By the way, Fisher.”
Yet in those few seconds of thought, Elizabeth blinked as if she thought of something, speaking to Fisher,
“Earlier you mentioned wanting to live in a faraway place.”
“Mhm, what about it?”
“In that scenario’s hypothesis, only the two of us leave, right?”
Elizabeth smiled as she looked at Fisher, her words not finished, hinting at a deeper meaning behind them.
“…”
Fisher opened his mouth, suddenly at a loss for how to respond to Elizabeth’s question.
Um, well…
Actually, he wanted to take all the related women with him when the Apocalypse Prophecy came, didn’t he?
God, at that time, not only the world’s destruction would be another matter, but even within their “ark” small team, they would have to go through rounds of intense conflicts.
He didn’t even dare to think about it, but at this moment, facing Elizabeth’s smiling expression and knowing her prosthetic eye could no longer judge if he was lying, he felt a bit more confident in himself, saying,
“Of course, it’ll just be you and me.”
“Great!”
Elizabeth happily wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly at his lips, declaring joyfully,
“I love you, Fisher.”
“…”
At this moment, hearing Elizabeth’s contented words, Fisher suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
Because he suddenly realized that without the judgment of the prosthetic eye, Elizabeth would still instinctively trust him, and yet she seemed so easily satisfied.
In contrast to himself…
Fisher couldn’t make an evaluation, but Elizabeth had already thoughtfully regarded his early rising partner’s sentiments as a result of not wanting to be confined inside the Golden Palace. She lifted her body slightly, thinking for a moment before suddenly suggesting,
“If you don’t want to stay in the Golden Palace, how about in a few days I take you to the royal private beach? Just the two of us, I’ll make sure we have a good time, also let me have a break.”
“Just like a honeymoon?”
Her hollow golden eyes curved, filled with anticipation as she said.
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