Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 266: Victor (1)
Chapter 266: Victor (1)
Chapter 266: Victor (1)
Angels didn’t need to sleep. That’s why the nights for Latera were long.
Though she could sleep anytime she wanted, centuries of ingrained habits still bound her.
The Hero’s Abode. In that white space, named so, she waited sleeplessly for the Hero, who might come at any moment.
“Hmm-hmm.”
She didn’t even want to recall the memory of that room, a place that would drive anyone to madness in just a day, but looking back now, she thinks it was inevitable.
Well, thanks to the habit of not sleeping, she could experience something so rare.
“Sigh...”
Latera smiled as she watched the sleeping Shiron.
Even though she rested her chin on her hands and stared intently at him from the bedside, Shiron didn’t wake up.
Usually, he’d be disturbed by such intense gazes and toss and turn, but he must have been quite exhausted; even after several hours, he remained sound asleep.
... To the point where she felt a little mischievous.
‘Good.’
Latera lifted the blanket and slipped under it next to Shiron. Instantly, she felt a chill. The night air was cold, and a frosty feeling brushed her face, but inside the blanket, it was warm, and the heat seeped deep into her bones.
“Phew...”
In the end, Latera couldn’t help but let out an elated breath as her face relaxed.
Even though Shiron fooled around with other women, he wouldn’t allow Latera to sleep with him, let alone hug or kiss her lightly. So, this moment felt even more special to her.
So much that she wanted to stay like this,
So much that she almost forgot the tasks she had to do every day.
Ding-
But Latera, though small like a child, was a guardian angel chosen by the gods.
She wasn’t a child who would skip her duties. Today as well, Latera looked over the semi-transparent window, just like the guardian angel she had been 500 years ago.
[Character Information]
[Latera]
[Pet]
[Species Attribute: Divine]
[Exclusive Partner: Shiron Prient]
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[Explicit Scene Achievement 37/107]
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[Sacrifice of the Father]
[The Good Brothers]
[Achievement Rate 87%]
‘... Not much left, huh?’
Her purple eyes, reflected in the neat handwriting, blinked. Then, as a smile formed, small dimples appeared on her cheeks.
Puhuhu-
Soon, Latera couldn’t hold back the laughter bubbling up from the joy that she would soon become an archangel.
“Please keep up the good work. Fighting.”
“Yes.”
Her purple eyes met Shiron’s black eyes. Latera’s whole body stiffened like a stone, and Shiron sighed as he sat up.
“When did you wake up?”
Realizing she had done something embarrassing, Latera pulled the blanket up to her face and spoke.
“Just now.”
“...Aren’t you tired? You seem to have slept too little.”
“You need to be in a situation where you can sleep comfortably to say that.”
Shiron glanced at her half-hidden purple eyes.
Latera felt as if his gaze was reproachful. But almost immediately, Shiron extended his right leg.
... The leg that had been reattached.
“It’s because of this.”
“Why? Didn’t it reattach properly?”
Latera slowly crawled over and touched his leg.
Considering it had been severed from the knee down and only reattached after several days, there was no sign of discoloration or scarring where the leg had been joined. It didn’t look like a reattached leg at all.
“It reattached so perfectly.”
“...Are you going to kill them?”
“Not sure.”
In the past, he might not have hesitated, but now Shiron wanted to avoid unnecessary killing.
“I’ll try persuasion first. If that doesn’t work, then I’ll have to shut them up.”
A week later.
Shiron discovered the identity of his benefactor sooner than he had expected.
Maybe it was because the whole family had gathered after a long time? Shiron and Glen were invited to dinner at Eldrina’s place.
“...What is this?”
It was after dinner when they were getting some fresh air on the terrace.
Shiron stared at the paper handed to him with a calm gaze. The document inside the blue envelope, which symbolized the Imperial Family, was held by Glen.
“It’s an invitation.”
Glen spoke calmly, even as Shiron’s face frowned.
“It’s an invitation from the Imperial Family, recognizing your contributions to the recent expedition.”
“I get that, but why are you giving it to me? I didn’t receive any letter.”
“That’s because you’re the child of Glen Prient, a knight directly under the Imperial Family, and the fiancé of the Empire’s greatest swordsman.”
“...Forget it. If you’re going, go alone. I’m busy.”
“Shiron.”
Glen grabbed Shiron’s shoulder as he turned to leave. Shiron sighed and turned back, only to find Glen’s expression quite serious.
With a look that suggested the world might end tomorrow, Glen spoke.
“I want to attend a banquet before I die.”
“Aren’t you fully recovered? And I told you, go by yourself.”
“I want to see my son and daughter-in-law dance together at the ball. And besides, fully recovered? What are you talking about...”
Cough! Cough! Cough!
Glen coughed and spat out blood. Although his physical condition was actually fine except for his dantian, he bit his tongue to make himself bleed just to get Shiron to come along.
“Ugh, how filthy...”
Shiron gathered the blood droplets in the air and burned them.
“Alright, alright, I’ll go. I’ll go.”
“Are you serious? Then I’ll have Lucia prepare as well.”
“...Why Lucia? Was she invited too?”
Hmm? Me?
Lucia, who had been snacking in the background, spoke with her mouth full. Glen didn’t even glance at her.
“No, she wasn’t. But it says you can bring one companion at most.”
“Sure. And?”
“I’m taking Lucia, so you should go with Siriel.”
“...”
Shiron responded by pressing his tired eyes with his fingers.
He had been searching for the ‘benefactor’ who treated his severed leg for several days, but so far, no significant results had been obtained.
It wasn’t for lack of effort.
He had visited the palace to review the list of participants in the expedition and even went to the cathedral within Rien, but aside from Cardinal Deviale, there were no other high-ranking clerics left.
They had probably returned to their homeland.
Since he couldn’t just head to Lucerne to deal with the matter, he was racking his brain over it, and now Glen’s antics were adding to his headache.
...Actually, Glen’s antics weren’t the real problem.
A rumor had quietly spread from this expedition that the Imperial Army had failed to properly protect the Empress.
This banquet was likely a cover to refute those rumors.
It wasn’t the elegant and sophisticated ball that Glen imagined.
‘...I don’t want to get involved in politics.’
Shiron exhaled a white breath as he sipped his wine.
It’s clear that the absence of a letter was Victor’s way of being considerate, but now he was forced to participate, which was ironic.
Two days later.
Shiron encountered an unexpected person at the banquet.
Pointed ears. Flowing golden hair.
Someone who should never have been there.
“Shiron Prient. Are you using the relic well?”
“Yes... Thanks to you.”
It was the Pope of Lucerne.