Chapter 225
Chapter 225
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 225
Chapter Title: Chapter 5-2. Rest
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"Ugh..."
I reached out for the blanket. It was cold. Even though I'd become the owner of the Spirit Sword and could reinforce my body with mana to shrug off the chill, having resistance didn't mean I couldn't feel it at all. I groped around blindly until my fingertips brushed something damp.
'What the hell?'
Frowning at the unpleasant texture, I cracked my eyes open faintly. There was something white, cold, and sticky clinging to my fingers. And it even gave off a faint, weird smell. A smell that somehow stirred a sense of nostalgia...
'Night flower?'
Crazy. My hazy consciousness snapped awake as memories of last night flooded back. I gasped and bolted upright. The unnatural languor and wave of sleepiness vanished in an instant. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the stains on the bed. Irregular patches of various sizes dotted the sheets, and that strange smell wafted up from them.
"......"
At the head of the bed, Arhil was rolled up in the blankets like a kimbap roll. She wasn't moving—still asleep, maybe—but just imagining her naked body inside made my head throb. Then, like a montage, flashes of last night played out in my mind.
I'd always thought Arhil was a beauty, but seeing her completely stripped bare left me in awe. The voluptuous breasts all men idealize, her slender waist, the artistic curves of her hips and thighs, her sweet, candy-like voice, and her stunning face—it was more than enough to drive anyone out of their mind.
Especially the way her breasts shook, marked with handprints on her pale skin, and the look on her face as she writhed helplessly in overwhelming pleasure. It was seared into my memory. Remembering how we'd ravished each other so fiercely, I started getting aroused again right there in the morning.
"Haa."
But I shook my head and let out a small sigh before getting up. First things first, I closed the window letting in that biting draft.
'Guess I need to wash up.'
I had no idea when I'd taken my clothes off, but my pajamas were strewn across the floor. I picked them up, slipped on some pants for now, and headed for the bathroom.
"......Heh, hehehe."
That's when my eyes met Arhil's. She was giggling awkwardly while staring at me. Wrapped tight in the blankets, nothing was showing. I'd expected her to look away, but we locked eyes for a long moment. Judah had no clue what to say.
"...You want to wash up first?"
Arhil nodded, wriggled her way off the bed, and scurried through the open door without a word. I worried she might trip, but she managed it gracefully enough. Left alone, Judah waited for her to finish, staring at the stained bedsheet.
'Surely it'll be fine if I clean it up properly.'
Maybe I could ask Via for a magic scroll or something. She owes our race a debt—surely she'd spare one. Sitting still wasn't helping with the smell rising from the sheet, so Judah got up and tidied the room. He stripped the mattress, gathered the scattered clothes. Arhil's torn pajamas were there too. He finished cleaning, waited in his sticky state for Arhil to finish washing. Sitting quietly just brought back memories of yesterday.
"I'm all done washing! Your turn!"
As he thought that, Arhil's voice rang out, followed by the door slamming shut. Close it gently. But more than that, he needed to wash up quick. Down on the first floor, steam billowed from the bathroom. He stepped over the wet floor, stripped, and turned on the hot water.
Whoosh—
Hot water poured out, and he thanked his lucky stars as he scrubbed himself clean. He washed his face, shampooed his hair, scoured every inch, then stepped out.
"Whew—"
Feeling refreshed, he toweled his hair as he headed to the kitchen. The lunchbox he'd set out for Arhil yesterday was cold. He stowed it back in the <Bag>, then prepared a simple breakfast for them.
He wanted to make hearty soup, meat, and rice with care, but that took time, so he saved it for lunch or dinner. For toast, he sliced soft bread, buttered it, and grilled the outsides in a pan. On the perfectly toasted slices, he spread various jams, topped them with pre-made potato salad for sandwiches, and cut them into bite-sized pieces.
He poured milk into glasses, finished setting the table, and called for Arhil. But she didn't come down. He went to her door and knocked.
"Arhil? Breakfast is ready. Come down."
No answer. He tried the knob, but it just clicked—locked. Was she embarrassed?
'Now?'
Judah let out a hollow chuckle.
"Not hungry? Should I eat alone? Oh, too bad. I even made your favorite eggs soft-boiled."
"......"
"If you don't come out, I won't eat either. I'll just wait right here?"
He coaxed her without bringing up last night if possible. It was more threat than coaxing, using breakfast as leverage, but whatever. After a moment, a small, shame-filled voice came from inside.
"Uu... What was I thinking?"
Not realizing the soundproofing was poor, she shuffled over with a quivering, teary voice and unlocked the door. Click—the lock released, and the hinges creaked open.
"Eek!"
She met Judah's eyes—he'd done nothing—and tried to slam it shut again. He quickly reached out. The strength gap was huge, so forcing it open was easy. Through the narrow gap she'd left, he saw Arhil trembling as she pushed back.
"What are you doing? Not eating?"
"Aaauuu...! Th-that's...!"
"Let's eat first, then talk. You weren't acting shy earlier."
Arhil's mouth worked like she wanted to argue, but no words came.
He sighed softly, eased the door open without hurting her, and let it close.
"I'll be downstairs eating. Hurry down."
Better to let her come on her own than drag her. He went down first and sat at the prepared table, waiting. Soon, the door opened, and footsteps descended the stairs. In her nun's habit, face flushed, she glanced around warily as she came down slowly. He beckoned her faster; she clasped her hands at her chest and approached.
"Eat up."
Acting casual, Judah ate his toast demonstratively in front of her. It was still crisp and warm. He chewed, sipped milk. Arhil watched without touching hers. After three of the ten-plus slices, she spoke.
"About yesterday... S-sorry. It was... ah... uh. I mean, really. I don't know what got into me... Um. How do I even say it? I must've lost my mind."
Her face was beet red, like she'd been drinking. Steam might as well rise from her head. Stammering, she seemed mortified. As she trailed off, she hung her head.
"Did you... hate it?"
Judah chuckled.
"Why would I hate it? I just didn't expect you to be so forward..."
"N-no! Not forward like that. Well, yesterday... I can't argue, but anyway!"
"It's fine. I liked doing it with you."
He cut her off. Arhil's eyes widened as she stared. She popped a piece of toast in her mouth and chewed slowly.
"It felt good. Really. And that promise from yesterday—if your feelings haven't changed, I'll gladly keep it."
"Pro...mise?"
What promise?
She racked her brain. Nothing but memories of being lost in ecstasy, devouring him wildly. Every time he came, she'd gathered all her mana to heal him. Amid the bliss of passing out from pleasure, one exchange surfaced as they kissed.
'Can we do it again next time?'
'If you want.'
'Really? What if I sneak into bed like this again?'
'If it's you, Arhil, it's fine.'
'M-me too. If it's you, Yuda, it's fine. Promise...? That it's okay?'
'Of course.'
Arhil stared blankly into Yuda's eyes. They'd kissed, embraced, and fallen asleep. She'd woken up inexplicably rolled in the blankets.
"......Ah, damn it."
Arhil, who never swore, let one slip for the first time. Startled, Yuda looked at her, but she was already muttering "I'm crazy, crazy!" with her head down.
"Hey!"
Yuda, finding her adorable, flinched as she suddenly looked up.
"...Yeah? What?"
"......Nothing. I'll eat well."
She trailed off wearily. Yuda nodded.
She seemed to acknowledge what happened. Still blushing, hyper-aware of him, she pecked at her toast like a bird, stealing glances.
========== Author's Notes ==========
1) Ugh. Got IP banned from the game, can't log in, tried changing address and lost the post...ㄴㅇㄹ.
Looks like I won't be able to play until tomorrow, so I'll keep writing and posting.
2)
Q. Waiting for Logi side story, Fenrir side story, Kvasir and Magic Goddess side stories!!!
Why only write Brynhildr side story and stop?!
A. Yeah.
Q. What about Via? Why no love for Via? ㅠ Too mean.
A. I was aiming for Via originally... Yeah. Yuda wasn't this innocent pureboy at first. Original setting was...
Q. This is... nerfed...? What kind of beast were you at your peak, author?
A. Peak? No, my peak hasn't come yet!
Q. First time? What about Grosin and Norse mythology?! ㅎ
A. ? What's that?
Q. Early on, records mentioned lots of recruitable allies... But after Jeanne and Arhil early game, zero recruits ㄷㄷ
A. Didn't need to add them so far, but they'll come later ㅎ. Not many, though.
Q. ...Do your friends not know you write novels? ㅋㅋ
A. Yeah, they know I make money writing, but not what kind. Three friends have caught on and cautiously asked. I denied, but they were convinced. They are....(chills)
Q. Met author in Overwatch today!! WeepingSoul ㅋㅋㅋ
A. That's not my OW ID... Aside from mobile games, probably not..
Q. What's Mechakucha?