He didnât know whether heâd been asleep for too long or if the weather was too sunny this morning, but Oliver only slept for a short while. He opened his eyes and blink laboriously, staring at the soft sunlight that soaked half the room.
The sheets under him were soft and dry and Nemo wasnât by his side.
Oliver sat up abruptly and looked at his hands that still seemed to retain the warm touch of his loverâs skin. This time he didnât think about the possibility that he was dreaming. The scratches Nemo left on his back last night were still faintly painful, accompanied by a pleasant sense of peace of mind.
His lover was the Demon King.
Nemo Light was the monster that had always existed in legends and needed the combination of all the power of various races on the surface to join in on the crusadeâ Not even the so-called âsuccessor of the Demon Kingâ, but the only one in history. Honestly, Oliver still hadnât been able to digest this terrifying information.
But he didnât need to think carefully for long. The depression from the Withered Castle was instantly liberated, followed by the impactful confession of his lover. Oliver hardly knew how to deal with the messy thoughts, so he had to skim the emotional part and coldly peel away the strands. He knew what he had to do that was most beneficial for the surface, but he also knew what to do for the least pressure on Nemo. His soul seemed to be divided into two halvesâ Half accepting the shocking reality, and half almost ruthlessly collecting the current situation to make a relatively appropriate judgement.
His mind did get the most reasonable answer, and after that answer, his accumulated feelings completely exploded.
âŠHe was rarely out of control.
Oliver took a deep inhale of the cool morning air, a little frustrated. He tried his best to stay calm but when he felt Nemoâs temperature last night, there was only two thoughts left in his mind.
Not long ago, he almost lost Nemo, and if the âDemon Kingâ regained all his memories in the future, he was likely to lose his lover again.
In the great emptiness and desire, he completely abandoned reason for the first time. All thoughts seemed to be burned out by fire, leaving only endless heat.
The word âDemon Kingâ instantly became a distant concept.
The inhuman pupils didnât cast any sense of oppression, and those beautiful silver eyes glowed in the night. He watched them become moist, full of supplication. The slightly long black hair was wet with sweat, and it stuck to the back of Nemoâs fair neck. His loverâs moan and whispered frantically, and then there was only a broken groan that left his throat.
Sweat seeped into the bloody scratches on his back, and the tingling pain only further paralyzed Oliverâs sanity. He didnât let go and instead greedily plundered Nemoâs body temperatureâ As if letting go of his hand would make him disappear in an instant.
Now considering the identity of the other party⊠He was definitely the craziest lunatics among mankind, Oliver thought numbly.
And he screwed up.
Oliver buried his face sadly into the palm of his hand. Although he could perceive the joy of the other party, it was an indisputable fact that his actions were too rough last nightâ He even fell asleep afterwards. Looking at the state of the sheets, Nemo probably had already cleaned up.
Oh God.
He had to apologize as soon as possible. Oliver rubbed his face hard and quickly got up and put on his underwear. When he stood in front of the armor, he hesitated for a few seconds.
Oliver tentatively stretched out his hand and pressed on the cold metal. The gray mist diffused from his fingers again, twisting the metal making harsh bending sound. In fact, after simply and roughly breaking the long thorns off the armor, it no longer reminded people of the Knights of Silence, but caution was never a bad thing.
After the gray mist dissipated, the armor that could have covered people tightly turned into a simple light armor. Oliver still couldnât precisely control the mist, which made his new outfit look slightly rough, but he could make do with it.
He quickly put on the armor, hung the skeleton helmet on the back of it, and hurriedly open the doorâŠ
He almost bumped into Nemo knocking the plate of food in his hand into the air.
The Demon King was called a Demon King for a reason. Dark shadows gushed out quickly and caught the two glasses that flew into the air without spilling a single drop of milk. Nemo himself instantly regained his balance and held the tray firmly again.
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. Oliverâs gaze moved from Nemoâs eyes to his slightly paler lips, and his whole face quickly turned into a tomato.
âLast night⊠Uh, Iâm very sorry! I went a little too farâŠâ
Nemoâs facial muscles twitched a few times, and his face began to turn slightly blue. Nemo really did mind, and just as Oliver was about to bang his head, he suddenly realized the real reason whyâŠ
âA little too far,â Ann repeated. She slowly poked her head out from behind Nemo giving him a complicated look. âI canât tell, captain.â
Nemo held the tray of flood in one hand, grabbed Oliverâs armor in the other, and dragged him directly back to bed. He glanced at Ann carefullyâ The female warrior was leaning against the door, holding an unconscious parrot in her hand with an inscrutable expression on her face.
Nemo only felt that he was so cramped that he was close to suffocation. The freshly named tomatoâs gaze was so erratic that he didnât dare to look directly at Oliver.
Oliver had just transformed the armor of the Knight of Silence and most of the skin on his hands and wrists were exposed. Among them, of course, was the engraved scar and his slender and beautiful fingers. He just stared at them, and all the things from last night rushed to his mind again, making his brain buzz.
âI picked some food thatâs easy to digest.â Nemo picked up a bowl of soup, determined to put those messy thoughts behind him. The sweetness of onion and the rich aroma of grease spread instantly. There were pieces of bread floating in the soup. âYou have to eat something.â
âWait a minuteâŠâ Oliver swallowed.
âIâll watch you eat.â Nemo stuffed the spoon into the palm of his hand. His tone was even a little stern. âThe two assassins told me all the fucked up things that Withered Castle didâ Ollie, I donât know what youâre thinking now, but if youâre still struggling about last night. Actually, IâŠâ he coughed, and his voice became lower, âdonât mind it, really.â
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully put the spoon into the soup and then sent it towards his mouth. The warm soup rolled down his long-dried esophagus, even causing a bit of pain.
With a low sigh, Oliver put down the spoon. He picked up the bowl and poured the soup directly into his stomach, almost choking on the pieces of bread. Nemo hesitated for a moment, and finally obeyed his heart. He leaned forward slightly and kissed Oliverâs nose soothingly.
âThereâs no problem with Cross and Dylan for the time being. We contacted yesterday,â Ann interrupted at the right time, thoughtfully ignoring the intimacy between the two. âJust feel at ease, captain.â
âWhatâs the situation?â Seeing that Oliver finally had something to eat, Nemo picked up a glass of milk for himself and turned his head slightly.
âDylan claimed that the fluctuations of abyssal magic was credited to the staff. He acted innocent and was willing to cooperate with the Laddism Churchâs investigation. My God, you really shouldnât have missed the expression of the Preceptor Bishop at that timeâ Cross went with him. The elders of the Laddism Church wonât watch him slip away again from under their noses.â
She shook the gray parrot that she was carrying in her hand, but Bagelmaurus didnât have any intention of waking up, so she simply gave up.
âAccording to the agreement, this bird and I handed over the prisoner and his confession to the garrison. At least Oliver will no longer be regarded as the murderer of Mr. Ramon⊠No, the murderer of Mr. Lopez.â
âWill Mr. Cross be okay?â Oliver took a big sip of milk and wiped the foam from his lips. After these series of things, the news didnât make his heart feel easier.
âLetâs just count him as our consultant. Even if the Laddism Church wants to deal with him, there are a lot of formalities to go through. Unless they can convict Dylan and determine they were carrying out some kind of malicious destructionâŠâ Ann curled her lips, âSo as long as thereâs nothing wrong on Dylanâs side, Cross will be fine in the short term, but Iâm a little worried about Dylanâs identity. If heâs also a wanted criminal on the Laddism sideâŠâ
ââŠNo, there should be no problem.â Nemo said dryly. âTrust me.â
âThey are going to Clementine in Alban. The Pope of the Laddism Church is over there now.â The female warrior raised her brows. âWe can catch up. Besides, Oliver wants to clear his name, and there are only two choices, the capital or Clementine⊠Speaking of Oliver, what crime have you been convicted of? Why were you taken by away by the Gatekeepers so quickly?â
âThey decided that I was a Knight of Silence.â Oliver emptied the glass milk.
âBah!â Annâs reacted straightforwardly.
âHe passed the test of the Knightâs Heart,â Nemo added quietly. âTo be precise, thereâs not problem with the process of the Insular Court.â
Annâs eyebrows frowned in the next second. âDoes he have a knightâs oath on him?â
âHeâŠâ Nemo picked a relatively ambiguous statement. âHe doesnât have it now. If heâs tested again, I promise there wonât be a problem.â
âIt seems that you two are hiding a lot from me.â Ann rubbed her chin. âForget it. Itâs imperative to quickly wash away Oliverâs crimes. Although I donât know how you got Oliver out of the Withered Castle, Nemoâ Unless you suddenly become the King of Alban, he is still nominally a death row prisoner on the run.â
âWeâd better leave immediately, the sooner the better.â
Headquarters of the Mercenary Guild.
âInteresting, someone hired Horizon with a lot of money.â
âHorizon mercenary group. Well, they are mercenaries,â an old man straightened his white beard and responded absentmindedly. âNaturally employers will employ mercenary groups.â
âBut most people donât hire Horizon to do investigation tasks. This isnât a commission of a national nature, but a private commission.â
ââŠYou can never guess what the rich are thinking, but it wonât be a boring task. I remember you donât like to take meaningless tasks.â
âOf course. Let me see, let me see⊠Hmm.â The old man scratched his head. âItâs an investigation request for a Black Chapter team.â
âTo request Horizon to be dispatched, they should be at least a six-eyed spider rank, right?â
âNo, this is the interesting thing. Itâs to investigate a snake rank team⊠Have you heard of Tumbleweed?â
The author has something to sayïŒ
Nemo: âŠ
Oliver: Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have fallen asleep right away.
Nemo: âŠ
Oliver: Sorry, I should clean up with you.
Nemo: âŠâŠâŠNo, actually, I donât mind those.
Nemo: Uh⊠if you have to apologize, youâd better apologize for your technique, Ollie.
Oliver: âŠ
Little Yellow Book* Theoretical Warrior Ollieâ
*Refers to vulgar materials (aka porn and the likes).
For things like technique, it still takes a lot of practice to improve it!
Itâs just that Ollie will only get stronger and stronger, so be enlightened, Mr. Demon King (???).
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Oliver: You want to investigate?
Oliver: Okay, I was single last time, this time I have a loverâ
Godwin: âŠYou, go away.
Kinky Thoughts:
Practice makes perfect! Even the Demon King couldnât bear the force that is Oliver.