Succession (4)
“Come this way, my Lord♡.”
“Ah, Artoria.”
“You promised, didn’t you?”
Artoria grabbed Vercus’s hesitating arm and pulled him towards the bed.
Decay
Artoria and Bedivere lay intertwined on the bed.
“hehehehe.”
Artoria giggled at Bedivere’s flustered face.
“So the king also makes that expression?”
“Artoria, I…”
“Stop.”
Artoria brought her pincer-like fingers to Bedivere’s lips.
“I’m embarrassed too, you know…”
Her face had turned red.
“You promised.”
“That’s…”
“Surely you don’t intend to make your woman so worried and break the promise you made?”
A dangerous plan, where they faced off against the Great Demon who came to assassinate them in isolation and trapped within the territory, just the two of them.
Bedivere proposed a high-stakes gamble to Artoria, where the side that received reinforcements first would win.
How quickly she would come to save him would determine the success or failure of the operation.
Of course, the demons had no idea about the situation, and although the angels were aware, the fact that Bedivere entrusted Artoria with an operation that risked his life showed his unwavering trust in her.
However, the formulation of this operation placed a great burden on Artoria, who received that trust.
Only after promising Artoria that she would grant her one wish after everything was over was Bedivere able to persuade her.
And that promise was…
“When you return victorious from this battle, we agreed to make a baby, right?”
“Mm… I got it.”
“hehehe!”
Berserker relaxed his body and lay down on the bed.
Artoria embraced Berserker with her entire body, as if pulling him closer with a pillow.
“Heh…”
Berserker could feel Artoria’s warmth throughout his body.
Artoria’s sweet scent tickled Berserker’s nose.
Even a fearless archangel like Berserker felt his heart flutter.
“Artoria.”
“…”
“Artoria?”
Berserker turned his head towards Artoria, who did not respond to his calls.
Gently, gently…
Then, he saw Artoria’s cute face, peacefully asleep with a happy expression.
“…Making a baby with Your Highness… hehehe…”
Because she was ignorant about s*x, it was a disaster waiting to happen.
She was simply an innocent soul who believed that babies were created when two people who loved each other slept together.
“…Phew.”
Seeing Artoria in that state, Berserker let out a sigh of relief.
Perhaps it was with the feet of regret.
Veros gently raised himself and looked down at Artoria, gently brushing her hair.
“Artoria, I’m sorry.”
Even though he trusted and loved her so much, he burdened her with such a heavy weight.
This burden must have been a great burden for her pure self.
With just one mistake, my life would have been gone.
“Thank you, Artoria.”
“Angel?”
Veros recalled the image of Artoria when she was a little girl before becoming an angel.
Because of you.
Me too…
Kwoong
Veros felt a surge of immense energy from outside.
An ominous energy.
An evil power that is not befitting of this heaven.
Ooong
Veros gently set Artoria down and poured out his divine power, creating the ultimate barrier.
Leaving the deeply sleeping Artoria behind, Veros swallowed his regret and left the house.
Kwoong
The onslaught of demons spreading towards the boundaries of heaven.
Secretarys, upon witnessing that spectacle, immediately spread their wings wide and took flight.
How dare this place be.
The moment when Secretarys’ anger, disturbed by the happy times with Arthuria, was about to strike the demon invasion force.
Paat
Familiar ceiling.
Secretarys realized that they had returned to reality once again.
“Am… I awake.”
Memories as the Celestial Secretarys.
Compared to the dream of Mercenary V, it was a rather short dream, but perhaps because the emotions within those memories were so intense, Secretarys was left with a lingering feeling.
“Arthuria.”
Regret towards Arthuria.
Gratitude towards Arthuria.
And… sorrow.
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What is this emotion?
Why do I feel sorry for her….
Due to the lingering feeling, Secretarys couldn’t easily get up from the bed.
“Hmm… What is it.”
A voice from Lucifur, coming from the bracelet hanging on Secretarys’ arm.
“Hah… Are you daydreaming again? Why do you keep sleeping and waking up with these daydreams lately? Did you have a nightmare? Do you want this older sister to comfort you?”
Silently gazing at Lucifur, Secretarys invoked their divine power.
“Ugh! Why, why are you doing this again!”
Lucifer, as the secretary of Chicheonsa, who couldn’t properly spend precious time with Artoria because of the demons, was overwhelmed with frustration.
“I-I didn’t do anything this time…! Ugh!”
Lucifer’s consciousness faded again, and Vissus stood up.
Now one thing was certain.
The dreams I have are likely related to what happened that day.
Until the initiation ceremony and the encounter with Deus, I thought there was a possibility that the hypothesis could be wrong.
Intimacy with Artoria.
That’s probably why I had this dream.
If that’s the case, I can control my dreams.
First, today…
Visus’s eyes sparkled with a divine light.
* * *
“Really?”
Artoria, upon hearing Visus’s dream story, was visibly delighted.
“H-How much did you see?”
“Don’t get too excited. It wasn’t a very long dream.”
“But still!”
Visus proceeded to describe the scenes they had seen in the dream.
“Ah… Ahahahaha.”
Arthoria’s face turned increasingly red as she listened to the story.
“W-Well, such a thing happened…hahahaha.”
“Indeed, angels are a lascivious bunch.”
Sophia, who was listening to the story alongside them, spoke up.
“Oh, n-no, that’s not true!”
“The first thing a man says when he returns from the battlefield is about making babies. The same goes for women, they just don’t say it out loud.”
“I-Ignis! What do you know!”
From Sophia’s perspective, who was unaware of the promise between Ignis and Arthoria before he went to the battlefield, it sounded like the ravings of a nymphomaniac.
“Hmph. The adventures of Ignis and I are not such base tales. On the contrary, it is a hymn of salvation, of rising above hardships and adversity. The likes of you, a mere nymphomaniac, will be discarded as soon as Ignis remembers our memories.”
Ignis, who calmed down Arthoria’s rampage, spoke up.
“Anyway, it’s confirmed now. That I dream about my actions that day or something related to it.”
“Which means…”
“Yes. It means that I might be able to control the dreams I have.”
Sophia’s face brightened.
“Then, this time, I might dream about our memories with you!”
“I feel the same way!”
“That’s right. That’s why I want to experiment today.”
Today was the weekend after orientation week, which marked the beginning of the academy semester.
With no academy classes, they had more freedom to move around.
“Since I dreamt about Arthoria this time, I want to hear Sophia’s story today.”
“That’s right!”
“Phew. Your Highness, you’re bad.”
Secretarys approached the lifeless Artoria.
Then, he held her hands.
“Artoria. I’m sorry. But if you could just wait a little longer.”
“Me, Your Highness!”
“Can you wait?”
“……Yes.”
It was an unconscious act on Secretarys’ part.
It was because his consciousness as a secretary of the Celestial Court influenced him.
On the other hand, Artoria followed Secretarys’ words without any logical reason or valid explanation.
It was because she briefly saw the image of her beloved Your Highness in her dream, through Secretarys.
“Hmph.”
Of course, it was an unpleasant sight for a woman to see.
“Now then, Sophia. I’ll try to find a trigger for the dream related to you.”
Secretarys, who reassured Artoria, looked at Sophia, who had her arms crossed.
“So, here’s the thing. Is there anything that could serve as a trigger for that dream?”
“A trigger…”
Sophia pondered.
There were plenty of memories she wanted to show Secretarys.
The history they built together couldn’t be summarized in just a few stories.
That’s why it wasn’t easy to choose just one of them.
And it required a trigger with enough impact to make that dream a reality.
Just then,
“Oh! I remember now.”
Sophia suddenly snapped her fingers.
“You do?”
“Yes. Right there.”
Sophia raised her finger and pointed in the direction of the academy.
Secretary’s gaze followed the tip of her finger and stopped at…
“The women’s restroom?”
“Yes! We can go in there!”
…?
A question mark formed in the secretary’s mind.