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C24: Fluff and still fluff

C24: Fluff and still fluff

The midnight moonlight filtered into the room, giving a slumbering Idris an ethereal glow that made him appear so much like a saint that one should never taint. Beside him was a youth whose eyes stared unblinkingly at the beauty in front of him, expressing the unbearable love inside his heart through his eyes.

I... I will love you without restraint, without fearing the risks that may come. This time, I will not be afraid. Back then, you said it was okay to be selfish, even for a little bit. Is it still alright for me to be selfish? I want to be selfish; I want to be selfish for you, Idris.

The youth leaned in, briefly kissing Idris on the lips before closing his eyes.

The moment he entered dreamland, a pair of ruby jeweled eyes glowed in the dark as they stared at the youth. Idris reached up and brushed a bundle of white hair to the back of Ijekiel's ears, revealing more of the youth's face which seemed so fragile under this dim light.

The night was cold but the figure beside him radiated a comfortable warmth.

"You..." Idris whispered into the night, with only the moon and stars as audience to his words. "... are so silly. Why kiss this one in secret? Next time, be a little more greedy. This one shall indulge you until the end of time."

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"Idris!"

Seeing a familiar male sitting at the table of her garden, drinking a cup of tea, surprised Athanasia. It was already late in the morning. Wouldn't Idris be spending his time with Ijekiel around this hour? "What are you doing here? Where's Ijekiel?"

"Little girl, this one wants to know what you and that dark magician are up to." The Guardian paused from taking a sip of tea, lips resting at the edge of the porcelain cup. "Ijekiel is still asleep. This one did not wish to wake him up when he appeared to be exhausted."

Athanasia snickered behind her hand. Idris was obviously worried about Ijekiel's health. It was always such a treat to see this narcissist worry over his lover. The princess took a seat across from Idris, letting Octavius (who had been standing quietly at the side) pour her a cup of tea.

"About what Lucas and I are planning, we're not really sure yet how we should deal with the situation. We still haven't found out how daddy lost his memories, after all, or why I experienced a sudden magical surge at the time," her voice grew softer the more she said, eyes downcast in dismay as her thumb caressed the teacup.

"Do you, perhaps, have any idea?"

"From what this one could discern," started Idris as he stared right into Athanasia's eyes. "It is most probably an outside intervention. From what this one learned of human schemes, perhaps an enemy of your foolish father used you to act against him. Why not start investigating those disgusting nobles and aristocrats who have nothing better to do with their unworthy lives?"

The corner of the princess' lips twitched. Is it necessary to insult daddy? "I'll have Felix work on that then."

"No need; have Octi do it."

"But he's your—"

"He's got nothing better to do than idle around."

At the side, Octavius internally cried. What do you mean nothing better to do, Lord Idris? You've been making me work nonstop to lessen the load on Sir Felix so that he could focus on her highness! Octavius, who had been overworking this past few days, barely slept a wink.

At most, he could only get an hour of sleep every day.

Truly, he should prepare a coffin and his funeral some time in the near future. He could already see himself on his deathbed.