Chapter 125: Whispering Sweet Nothings

Chapter 125: Whispering Sweet Nothings

He knew that this was a sensitive topic for women, and his earlier actions had likely infuriated Airael.

“Hmph!”

Airael huffed, then said fiercely, “I’ll let it slide this time, but if it happens again, you won’t enjoy the consequences. And take care of your lower half; if you dare to sneak out for a bite, you won’t be in for a pleasant surprise either.”

“Understood, my lady wife!”

Arthur chuckled.

He didn’t truly take Airael’s threat to heart.

In his view, that scenario was simply impossible.

Having decided to treat Airael well, he was determined to stay committed.

Besides, having multiple women was genuinely not a good idea.

That would only lead to endless troubles, and compared to that, Airael was a far easier option.

Though he had never interacted with other women, wasn’t it the case that even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve at least seen a pig run?

“Who said you were my husband? I never said I’d marry you.”

Airael’s face turned crimson.

She found this Arthur to be increasingly unfamiliar, the previous aloof male god image completely gone.

Could it be that this was his true nature?

While Airael was lost in thought, Arthur made another advance, pulling her close and covering her lips with his.

Airael instinctively reciprocated, not resisting.

It seemed she had grown accustomed to it all.

As if waiting for his return in Arthur’s room was always meant for this very moment.

When she finally regained her composure, she still didn’t resist.

Everything seemed so logical.

Regarding how she should interact with Arthur moving forward, she had already given it considerable thought throughout the day.

First and foremost, they needed to maintain this somewhat intimate relationship.

After all, she needed Arthur to help her have a child.

This meant they needed a long-term partnership.

As for taking it a step further, she didn’t dare to think about it.

Maintaining this relationship could be seen as mere desire at play; if they advanced beyond that, Airael would struggle to reconcile with another part of herself that was desperately trying to be forgotten.

Second, since they needed to keep the closeness, there were a few unpleasant things she’d have to temporarily overlook to avoid impacting herself.

And lastly, she wanted to become Arthur’s assistant, fulfilling her own curiosity while helping him.

With these thoughts settled, Airael felt considerably less mental pressure.

This childish flirtation was enjoyable.

Of course, the core objective remained to have a child.

After all, their Elven population was too small!

As an Elven Queen, she needed to do her part and contribute.

Plus, it would give her an heir.

If she had to give one more reason, it would be the influence of certain traditions from her past life.

After all, there are three great sins in filial piety, and having no descendants is the greatest.

In this world, since she could give birth and provide her child with decent circumstances, why not have one?

It could also be seen as a way to make up for her regrets from her past life.

Though this child wouldn’t be a pureblooded elf but a half-elf, a half-elf was still an elf, her child, Airael, the Elven Queen.

…

After a stormy night, Airael lay beside Arthur in bed, momentarily entering a sage-like state.

Nestled in Arthur’s arms, Airael suddenly looked up at the man who had weathered so much alongside her and called out, “Arthur!”

Her voice was a bit hoarse.

What could she say? After all that effort, she was truly exhausted.

Arthur looked back at Airael, waiting for her next words.

Continuing from her earlier statement, Airael looked at him with certainty and said, “You must be involved in something related to the restoration of our homeland recently.”

Axi nodded.

There was no need to hide this from Airael.

And from the way Airael looked, she seemed to already have a good idea.

“Then how can I help? I’m quite powerful now.”

Airael declared with confidence.

Aside from those ancient, stubborn old folks, she felt like she could almost walk through this world undeterred.

“Ailia, this matter is quite dangerous. If possible, I don’t want you to get too involved.”

Arthur did not deny Airael’s strength.

While her martial skills could use some work, her magic truly excelled.

What Arthur didn’t know was that Airael had recently made significant advancements.

Her magical abilities had become stronger, along with her martial skills improving considerably.

Though Airael had previously referred to the title mostly in jest, she truly did see herself as a Battle Mage.

Her considerable magical prowess could greatly enhance her martial arts.

Moreover, she was effective at combining magic and combat.

However strong Airael was, Arthur didn’t want her to face overly dangerous situations; he wanted to protect her.

But his thoughts were completely at odds with Airael’s.

Even if she didn’t assist Arthur in the restoration matter, she wouldn’t content herself with merely being a decorative vase.

She needed to grow through experience.

In this life, she wasn’t just living for herself.

She had a significant responsibility on her shoulders.

Not to mention reviving the Elven race, at the very least, she needed to ensure their survival in this world.

This was an inherent responsibility she could not escape, as the Elven Queen.

Thus, Arthur’s words left Airael feeling discontented: “Do you think I fear danger? And do you think I want to help you? I’m just looking for something to do; being idle is too boring!”

With that, she turned her back to Arthur, refusing to look at him.

She didn’t need his protection!

Seeing Airael so upset, Arthur sighed internally.

But he also knew that mere sighs wouldn’t solve anything; the issue had to be addressed.

So he leaned closer, wrapping his arms around Airael from behind and asked, “Aren’t you planning to exchange magic with the Tower of the Archmage?”

“I already did.”

Upon realizing there was a chance for negotiation, Airael replied rather ungraciously.

“So soon?”

Arthur was astonished.

In his impression, magic was a complex subject.

If they were exchanging magic, it would surely take a long time.

“The main reason is that the magic from the Tower of the Archmage didn’t impress me much; there wasn’t too much to reference. You know, I’m a newly minted Battle Mage.”

Airael quickly shifted her focus back to Arthur, enticingly.

Of course, what she said wasn’t entirely a lie.

Arthur nodded upon hearing this.

Ailia was right.

She was indeed a newly emerging Battle Mage, capable of close combat, clearly distinct from those traditional Mages. And the Tower of the Archmage was the quintessential representation of those traditional Mages.