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[FTMWDK] Chapter 412: She Should Be Fine, Right?
🕑 Added 2024-05-06 00:56:00 +0000 UTCIn the end, Arkhan exchanged one primordial rune with Da Vinci for a pair of special earplugs.
He didn't know what kind of magecraft was involved, but once he put them in his ears, the torrent of noise was immediately shut out, as if the whole world had quieted down.
Arkhan's expression instantly became calm.
He immediately continued to sip his wine and eat his food, completely unaffected by any noise.
Nero had been singing for almost half an hour until her attendant couldn't bear it anymore and spoke up.
"Your Majesty, you still have many important tasks to attend to tomorrow. Please rest early."
Finally, the attendant managed to pull the emperor, who was immersed in her own world. For a moment, all the survivors present cast grateful glances at this brave warrior.
Nero took a sip of wine and cleared her slightly dry throat, with a hint of dissatisfaction still evident on her face. But thinking about the tasks she had to handle the next day, she suddenly lost interest in continuing to sing, sighed, and waved her hand dismissively.
"Umu, let's call it a night for now. We'll continue next time."
Upon hearing her words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of relief on their faces.
"I remember there should be spare rooms in the palace. Arkhan, why don't you live here from now on? I wouldn't mind." Nero suggested with a smile.
After all, Arkhan was a king, and she believed that some respect was due.
"No need, I'll build my own." Arkhan decisively refused her invitation with a smile.
If he lived here, he needed to hear her singing every time, and that was a no-go, or he would go mad. Although Da Vinci's special earplugs worked well, he couldn't wear them all the time.
"Build it yourself?" Nero raised an eyebrow. "But it's pretty late now..."
"No worries, I'm pretty quick at building things. A couple of hours will do." Arkhan replied without hesitation.
Given his status as a Grand Servant, Nero assumed that building a house wouldn't be too difficult for him, so she nodded in agreement.
"Need any materials?"
"Nah, just need some dirt and rocks." Arkhan shook his head.
His house-building skills were derived from Morgan's puppet-making techniques, so apart from mud and stones, he really didn't need any extra materials.
"Umu! If that's the case, there's plenty of open space in this empire. Pick a spot and build wherever you like. I don't mind!" Nero nodded eagerly.
After the banquet, Arkhan, upon Ritsuka's suggestion, decided to build his house next to her house, making it convenient for both of them to look out for each other.
Originally, Arkhan planned to create two houses—one for him and one for Melusine—so they could each have their own space. However, this girl clung tightly to his clothes, stubbornly refusing to live separately from him.
Watching her pitiful yet defiant gaze, he sighed with some resignation. He really hoped this wouldn't cause any misunderstandings.
Fortunately, Arkhan felt somewhat relieved that, though deeply attached to him and always wanting to be by his side anytime, anywhere, Melusine still had some sense of decency and didn't forcefully demand to share a room with him.
However, judging from her lingering expression of reluctance, it seemed like she did entertain the idea.
Of course, even if she did bring it up, he would firmly reject it without hesitation.
He was a married man, after all.
Such a simple mistake was absolutely out of the question!
After exchanging goodnight with Melusine, Arkhan returned to his own room.
Although he technically didn't need rest as a Servant, these past few days had been taxing. He had gone through two major battles, depleting a significant amount of his energy. Even if his body didn't feel fatigued, the stress on his mind was still present.
He slept soundly that night, even having a rare dream where he saw familiar faces like Artoria, Nidhogg, Morgan, and Scathach.
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The next morning, with the faint light of dawn streaming through the window, Arkhan stretched lazily as he woke up. His body crackled like popping beans as he sat up, feeling a sense of relaxation from head to toe.
"Sleeping feels so good. No wonder so many people like to nap whenever they can..."
After muttering like that, Arkhan walked to the wall, pushing open the window to let the fresh air flood into the room, instantly refreshing his senses.
His house wasn't far from Nero's imperial palace, just below the residential area. Although it was only just dawn, there were already many people stepping out of their homes, picking up tools, and gathering in small groups, chatting and laughing as they headed toward their worksites.
Soldiers in red armor stood guard on the city walls, maintaining their positions after a full night's patrol, showing no signs of slackening.
Observing all this, Arkhan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
'No wonder Nero calls it an empire. Despite her quirks, she truly excels in governing a country.'
The state of a country could be discerned from the attitudes of its people. From what Arkhan observed, despite its modest scale and less-than-ideal living conditions, the people of the Holy Roman Empire harbored hope, giving the whole country a vibrant atmosphere.
Arkhan couldn't help but wonder if, given more time, Nero could truly recreate a Roman Empire.
Unfortunately, Camelot wouldn't give her that chance.
Tap Tap Tap
As light footsteps echoed nearby, Arkhan raised his eyebrows before walking over to open his room door, unsurprised to find a petite figure standing there.
"Good morning." Arkhan greeted with a smile.
"Good morning." Melusine looked up at him, a sweet smile gracing her youthful face.
Her previous set of azure armor had vanished, replaced by an azure and white dress with thigh-high white stockings, complementing her delicate and adorable appearance, akin to a princess stepping out of a fairy tale.
"Did you sleep well last night?" Arkhan shut the door behind him as he walked out of his room.
The morning breeze still carried a hint of the coolness from the night, completely sweeping away the last trace of sleepiness in his mind, making him feel refreshed as if he had boundless energy from head to toe.
"I slept pretty well..." Melusine paused momentarily, then continued. "This house is filled with Arkhan's scent, it makes me feel at ease."
Hearing those sudden ambiguous words, Arkhan's lips twitched slightly.
'Girl, you're treading on dangerous ground with those kinds of words...'
Even though he thought like that, he couldn't say anything about it. He could only reassure himself that this girl must have been lonely for too long, so she was a bit excited after seeing someone who was the same as her all of a sudden.
Once she got used to it, she would be fine.
Yes, she should be fine, right?
Comments
Biazar Lockhart
Nid may just tell you to marry her sister as well...
Eternal Blizzard
Thanks for the chapter
