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Published at 20th of May 2022 08:10:43 AM


Chapter 498

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To someone who was already on the verge of death, all solutions offered to them were precious straws of hope to be grasped at. However, in real life, there were some solutions that simply couldn’t be accepted.

There was a famous saying in Roel’s previous life: The cure cannot be worse than the problem.

If a person had to sacrifice something more important in order to save their life, it was only normal for them to be averse to it. That was also the dilemma Charlotte was facing.

In her view, Roel had nothing to gain from what he was going to do. His body would only weaken from the depletion of his life force, and he might even lose his life while trying to bait out the Six Calamities.

To Charlotte who cherished her loved ones more than herself, this wasn’t an acceptable outcome.

She knew how agonizing it was for her body to slowly weaken toward death’s embrace but be completely unable to do anything about it. She didn’t want Roel to experience the same despair she did.

Furthermore, she knew that Roel would face far greater danger than her if he were to fall into a weakened state, for there were powerful enemies after his life.

The Fallens had been the nemeses of the Kingmaker Clan since a thousand years ago, and they had recently bared their fangs at him. This group of people had perpetrated many appalling incidents, and it would be wise not to underestimate their means. Roel couldn’t afford to fall into a vulnerable state right now, not when those people were still out on the loose.

Roel fell silent upon hearing Charlotte’s concerns.

How could he be unaware of the risks? Even so, he had no plans to change his mind.

“The intelligence we have gathered suggests that Mother Goddess’ Six Calamities are on hostile terms with the Savior. It’s impossible for them to join hands with each other. This is a matter of their faith. That means that it’s unlikely that the Fallens will learn about my weakening from them. Furthermore, Principal Antonio and the Genesis Goddess Church have been hot on their trail recently. I doubt that they would have the spare attention to come after me.”

“But that’s just a guess.”

“It is, but it won’t change my mind. I plan to brave through all hardships with you, be it the curse of the Six Calamities or the Fallens’ assault.”

Roel smiled at Charlotte.

“There’s nothing to rejoice about surviving alone. We have to be together in order to be happy. More importantly… I don’t want our child to be without their mother.”

“Our… child?”

“That’s right. Peytra has blessed the two of us with a fertility blessing. We have only done it once, but who knows? Our child might already be in there,” replied Roel as he glanced at her womb.

“!”

Charlotte’s eyes widened in agitation. She instinctively placed her hand on her womb as her mind fell into conflict.

From a young age, she had always wanted to find someone she loved, have a passionate romance, and form a blissful family together. While her wish might seem bland for someone of her stature, that was indeed her greatest pursuit in life.

She had managed to fulfill the first half of her wish after undergoing many hardships, and it looked like the second half of her wish might come true after the night they had spent together. Just the thought that there might be a little life in her tummy was enough to emotionally overwhelm her.

She couldn’t bear the thought of abandoning her child.

Accepting Roel’s proposal would place him in danger, but rejecting it meant that their child would be without their mother. Charlotte didn’t want her child to grow up in a single-parent family after the unhappy childhood she had been through.

While she was still struggling between the two options, Roel suddenly hugged her tightly.

“Darling…”

The warm embrace prompted her to raise her head, where she was met with Roel’s warm smile. He raised his hand and presented the two rings to her once more.

“Charlotte, do you know what the marriage vows are?”

“Hm? I do know of the one in Rosa…”

“I know it too. I recall a line in there that goes… Neither illness nor death shall do us apart.”

“!”

A jolt ran through Charlotte’s body. She stared at Roel with a look of disbelief.

“Darling, are you…”

“It’s not without reason that I’ve requested Peytra to craft these magic tools in the form of rings. We won’t be able to hold a ceremony due to your physical condition, but on the day we have become a true couple, I wish to place the symbol of my love on your finger.”

Under the starry night sky, Roel got down on his knee.

“For not just your health but our love as well, Charlotte Sorofya, will you accept this ring and become my wedded wife?”

“!”

As Roel’s proposal echoed in the room, Charlotte began trembling out of agitation.

For the scene she had dreamt of countless times to suddenly be realized, she felt a rush of emotions that left her light-headed. With this proposal, her final defenses came crumbling down.

“… Isn’t that too sly? You aren’t giving me any room to turn you down.”

“You mean to say…”

Before Roel’s nervous gaze, Charlotte raised her hand and smiled with glistening eyes.

“I accept your proposal.”

Roel’s nervousness instantaneously transformed into relief. He exhaled deeply before the edges of his lips joyfully inched upward. He carefully held her hand and gently slipped the crystal ring onto her finger.

Charlotte took the other ring and did the same for him too.

The two crystal rings glowed in unison, invoking the Primordial Earth Goddess’ blessing. Pale yellow mana enveloped the couple, tying their life forces together.

The two of them looked at each other. Countless words were at the tip of their tongues, but silence settled between the two of them instead. The atmosphere between the two of them grew increasingly heated with each passing moment. Their emotions had reached an intensity where words were no longer enough—there was only one other way to express themselves.

After sharing a passionate kiss, Roel adeptly lifted her up and marched off to the bedroom. As the door slammed shut, they commenced their second battle of the night.

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The following morning, a group of maids gathered outside the Diamond Rivière, discussing worriedly about the lack of activity inside the carriage. Grace used her authority to maintain order amongst the ladies while patiently waiting for her young miss’ news.

When Charlotte ordered the maids to leave the previous night, Grace was already aware of what her young miss was up to. As much as it had been a sleepless night for the lovebirds inside the carriage, the same could be said about the black-haired maid as well. She couldn’t help but worry about how things would turn out.

It was slim, but there was still a chance that Charlotte’s invitation might fall flat.

Over the years, Charlotte and Roel had maintained a close relationship with each other, but they had never stepped across the final hurdle to taste the forbidden fruit. This reflected how much the two of them treasured each other. It was even possible that they were saving their first time for their marriage.

For that reason, Grace woke up early at daybreak and rushed over. She waited patiently, but there had been no movements inside the Diamond Rivière at all. As the sun rose higher, the other maids buzzed worriedly amongst themselves, but she clenched her fists in excitement.

By now, she was almost fully confident that something had happened in the carriage. If nothing had happened between the two of them, even if Charlotte was unable to wake up due to her weakened state, Roel would have still come out to give them a heads up.

The fact that the two of them haven't appeared could only mean that… 

Grace cheered for her young miss in her mind, knowing that she had most likely succeeded.

Meanwhile, inside the carriage, Roel had his arm wrapped around the auburn-haired woman who had fallen deeply asleep out of exhaustion. Looking at her adorable face, he pondered about everything that had happened thus far.

Thanks to Peytra’s warning, he was able to stop Charlotte from committing a foolish act in the nick of time. However, it took him a great deal of effort afterward to convince her to accept the Rings of Symbiosis. In the end, he had to coax her with a sincere proposal and their future child before she finally caved in.

He had long noticed that Charlotte was very concerned about having a child. While those of the Sia Continent had always paid great attention to continuing one’s lineage due to the unstable living environment, her fixation about it was much stronger than most people.

Half of the reason could be traced back to a key weakness of the High Elves—low fertility rate. She viewed having a child to be a huge blessing.

The other half was the emptiness she had felt from her family due to the separation of her parents. It had left her with a lasting regret, which, in turn, fueled her wish to form a blissful, complete family.

Roel breathed out softly.

He looked at the ring Charlotte was wearing on her finger, and it filled his heart with warmth. Peytra ended up imbuing the ring with her fertility blessing, but it hadn’t been activated yet. Pregnancy was still too much of a strain for her weakened body even after the formation of their symbiotic relationship.

Thinking about her current condition left home with a heavy heart. He carefully leaned in and kissed her cheek before tucking her into the blanket. Exhaustion started to settle in for him. While enjoying Charlotte’s warmth, his eyes slowly closed.

That concluded the long night they had spent together.

The two of them slept all the way until the afternoon.

The room was in an utter mess when they woke up. Charlotte looked at the red stains on the bed sheets, and it made her face heat up. It felt embarrassing to have that seen by others. Roel noticed her response and chuckled softly before lifting her up in his arms.

“Let’s take a bath first.”

“… Alright,” Charlotte replied with a reddened face.

The two of them entered the bathroom together, but unlike before, the two of them stepped into the bathtub together. They spent half an hour cleaning themselves up before Charlotte finally gave permission for Grace and the others to enter the carriage and clean up the mess.

While the maids were cleaning the bed sheets, Charlotte felt so self-conscious that she buried her head into Roel’s chest like a timid ostrich. To save her from her own embarrassment, Roel proposed heading to the dining room to have some food.

Due to the effects of the ring, Charlotte was in a much better condition as compared to before. She no longer felt so frail that it seemed like she would suddenly pass away. Even so, Roel still persisted with his usual habit of carrying her around.

… Truth be told, she could hardly walk at all.

She hadn’t had enough time to recover from the first round when the second round suddenly commenced in the heat of the moment. Her body was bound to be unable to take it after the torture it had been put through. At the very least, it would be difficult for her to walk normally today.

It was simply not easy for Roel to exert self-control in a moment of intense passion, especially not when his partner was exuding far greater charm than usual.

Prior to their trip, Charlotte had driven Roel out of her bedroom to prepare something. He had forgotten all about it due the following series of events that happened subsequently, but he unexpectedly received the answer to that last night.

What she had secretly prepared behind his back were actually clothes, but not just any clothes. It was the kind of wear that stimulated a man’s libido, ranging from stockings and anklets to maid and nun cosplays.

Charlotte wasn’t sure if her charm was enough to do the trick given how composed Roel always appeared around her, so she prepared these items to boost her chances of success. It turned out to be an overkill, nearly causing him to lose control.

Such kink wear paired with Charlotte’s beauty and disposition had a destructive prowess on par with nuclear weapons. It induced a mini eruption in Roel’s head right away. Just recalling the various stuff they had done with different clothes made blood rush into his head.

Roel immediately put a halt to his thoughts and turned his attention back to the dining table.

As usual, the two of them began flaunting their love for each other during the meal through their intimate gestures, but their interactions looked much sweeter than before. Charlotte had become coyer after deepening their intimacy whereas Roel was much more doting.

It didn’t take long for the atmosphere to turn cloyingly sweet.

The maids keenly noticed the faintly glowing crystal rings they wore on their fingers. They had seen their fair share of precious jewels as servants of the Sorofya House, but this was the first time they had seen anything as beautiful as that.

Grace had a stronger impression of the rings, being a high transcendent herself. She could tell right away that the rings weren't just a simple alchemic product; they were forged from the blessing of a god. She understood their significance, and she was happy for Charlotte.

After all, it was rare for any relationship in the world to receive the blessings of a god.

Little did Grace know that this wasn’t enough to satisfy Peytra at all. She was already impatiently waiting for a child from the blessed couple.

After sharing a romantic dinner, Roel carried Charlotte to the tea room under the glowing eyes of the swooning maids, but what happened behind closed doors wasn’t continued flirting but a further discussion of their plans.

“Charlotte, we can’t return to Rosa for the time being.”

“I understand,” Charlotte replied with a nod.

She was out of danger for the time being thanks to the Rings of Symbiosis, but the price they paid for that was Roel’s weakening. The Fallens would surely exploit this opportunity to eliminate him should they learn of his vulnerability. To be safe, they had to quickly resolve things here.

For that, they had to first lure the responsible member of the Six Calamities out.

Returning to Rosa was not an option for that as the immature calamity was not strong enough to deal with a major country yet, so it wouldn’t make a move there. The same logic applied to other major cities too.

This brought about the question: What was the most likely place the ancient monster would be willing to make a move at?

It was hard for Roel to make any speculations on that due to his lack of information about the ancient monster’s nature, but there was a much easier and convenient way about it. After all, they did have a seer with them here.

“Darling, you mean that…”

“Indeed. We’ll be relying on your divination to decide on our next destination,” Roel said solemnly.

Feeling his trust for her esoteric ability, Charlotte tightly clenched her fists.

Their fates were tied together from the moment they decided to face future difficulties together. For her beloved, Charlotte would surely give it her all. It was just that the thought that her divination result could spell the difference between Roel’s life and death intimidated her.

“Darling, i-if I make a mistake…”

“I doubt that there’d be any other seers in the world who could divine it correctly if you really made a mistake. If that really happens, I’m willing to bear the consequences with you… That’s what a family does.”

“!”

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Charlotte’s body trembled at the calm response. Before she knew it, her eyes had already started turning moist.

“Family?”

This simple word imbued her with a mysterious surge of power that drove away her fears and nervousness. Her emotions transformed into a vehement desire to protect her family members.

“I understand, darling. Leave it to me.”

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte took on this heavy responsibility with a smile. She invoked her bloodline ability to divine their next destination, and soon, the Diamond Rivière started rattling down the paved road.





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