Chapter 19: Lewd Divine Power Pouch

I escaped from Rudera immediately after returning.

I wanted to see him as soon as possible.

Could it be that he also returned like I did?

“Uh? Could it be the Saint?”

“Why is the Saint at the Academy?”

I was in such a hurry that I forgot to cover my face.

Due to the nature of the Academy, the students recognized my face very well, but such things didn’t matter to me right now.

If I had truly returned to the past, he would be at the Academy.

Though the Academy is vast, as long as she was connected to him by the string of destiny bestowed by Deus, there was no way she couldn’t find him.

His aura, his scent, everything about him remained in her memory.

Bang!

“Crazy…”

“Saint?”

“Why are you here…!”

The people eating inside were shocked when she burst through the door, but she didn’t see them.

In this cafeteria…

She could feel it inside.

Yes, it’s here.

She walked in with determined strides.

“I found you!”

She could see him.

“My husband!”

The one she longed to see so much.

“I missed you, my husband!”

She threw herself into Albus’s arms, hugging him tightly.

The dizzying and erotic scent that filled her nose.

It was the scent of her beloved husband that she missed so much.

“Oh, husband…”

‘The Saint chosen by God is hugging a man and clinging to him outside.’

She was fully aware of the impact her actions would have on the witnesses, but at this moment, her reputation was the least of her concerns.

What mattered was that she could meet her beloved husband again, whom she thought she’d never see again.

That she could deeply inhale everything about him into her nostrils.

Just that made her feel like she had fulfilled a lifelong wish.

“Who, who are you?”

Of course, he wasn’t exactly the perfect husband she knew, but.

“…Husband. Don’t you remember me?”

She thought it was possible.

It would have been best if he had returned too, but there was a chance she was the only one who did.

She thought it was possible, but…

Seeing that he didn’t remember her, her eyes welled up with tears.

“Crazy… Albus. What is your relationship with the Saint?”

“…Saint? Wait a minute. The Saint I know? The most holy woman chosen by God on the continent? This woman in front of me?”

But it’s okay.

All the memories with him remain in her mind.

Rather, she can create new memories with him again.

The fact that he is in front of her is more important.

“What did you do to make the Saint cry!”

“No, I’ve never seen this person before!”

I’m glad to see you again, husband.

I don’t care about anything else as long as I have you…!

***

“So… you’re saying I had that kind of relationship with the Saint ?”

Nod nod

The blonde beauty nodded her head up and down vigorously.

This beauty was my future lover.

What on earth is she talking about?

As the presence of the Saint who suddenly burst in during the meal began to draw excessive attention from the surrounding people, the Saint and I left the restaurant and headed to a secluded, remote area in the Academy.

Some tried to follow us, but the Saint cast several holy spells, preventing anyone from following.

Wald and Perizet wanted to come with me, but the Saint insisted on having a private conversation, so they left with regretful expressions.

“…You had followers? Two of them. They are quite skilled, but… to someone who fought alongside my husband, this is nothing…!”

Thinking we were finally alone, the Saint suddenly concentrated and cast several holy spells.

“It’s done! Now no stray cats will be able to bother us!”

Though it was a sacred and beautiful smile, it somehow sent chills down my spine.

Once we were alone and the atmosphere was quiet, the Saint began her story.

“It might be hard to believe. Even I still can’t believe it after experiencing it. If I hadn’t smelled my husband’s scent and recharged my husband-power, I would still be doubting.”

She said she returned from the future.

“The God of Disaster GM tried to destroy the world. The entire continent united.”

In that future, GM would bring about the end of the world.

“My husband and I fought together. You were our last hope.”

I fought against GM.

I was the focal point.

“It’s embarrassing, but we whispered love to each other in the midst of it.”

She said we were lovers.

“But we failed in the final battle. The world was erased, and a new one was recreated.”

The allied forces of the continent were defeated by GM.

“My husband chose to sacrifice himself to protect me in the last moment.”

And after my sacrifice to protect her, she returned to the present time.

…What the hell is this nonsense.

So, I sacrificed myself to protect this woman?

No, no, before that, I was the last hope of the continent?

GM is a God of Disaster?

I fought against that GM?

I am the GM!

I was so confused I didn’t know what to say.

“I understand, husband. I was so confused when I first returned, that is, when I regained the memories of the future. But there’s not a single lie in what I said!”

Uh…

I think my confusion is a bit different from yours.

Judging from the reactions of Wald and Perizet, the woman in front of me seems to be the Saint Eclesia.

Which makes it even more confusing.

There’s no reason for a saint-like person to lie to me.

The only reason she would approach me is because I am the master of Rudera.

However, if she knew that, she wouldn’t lie to me in this manner.

It’s safe to assume there’s no chance she’s lying to me now.

To confirm, I asked,

“Saint.”

“Yes, my lord!”

“You mentioned that we were lovers. What kind of relationship did we have?”

It was hard to believe that I was in a relationship with such an extraordinarily beautiful woman, even in a future nation.

I wanted to know what she meant by “lover.”

Was it the kind of relationship I was thinking of?

Or just a bond formed out of necessity during a war?

Or perhaps a political alliance?

Poof!

A sound burst from the saint’s bright red head.

“Uh, um, uh, well…”

She seemed strangely flustered.

Did I ask something wrong?

“I mean, Saint. What I’m asking is…”

Just as I was about to clarify my question.

“We slept together!”

She shouted, squeezing her eyes shut.

“What?”

We did what?

“Yes, yes! This is no lie, it’s the truth!”

She was trembling as if she had committed a great sin, feeling guilty.

***

Deep in the forest on the fourth floor of the Tower of Labyrinth, there was a small spring.

Noble and secret ripples danced on its surface.

“Puh!”

The Emperor’s face emerged above the water.

“As you said, the refreshing sensation flows through my entire body. It feels like I’m becoming younger.”

The Emperor slowly walked out of the spring.

Drip, drip.

Water trickled down his muscular, naked body, which revealed that despite being the absolute ruler of the empire, he never neglected his training.

“Look, Your Majesty.”

Count Schmidt, the guild master of the Royal Knights, who had been waiting for him to emerge, handed over a mirror item.

“Yes…”

The Emperor took the mirror from Schmidt and brought it to his face.

His face was calm, but his hands were shaking violently.

His heart, unshaken by rebellion within the empire, was trembling now.

“Schmidt.”

“How is it, Your Majesty?”

“This… is a miracle.”

The Emperor’s face was filled with joy.

The hair roots, known to be impossible to revive even by gods, had become lush and dense.

“It’s too early to be pleased. Check it once more in reality. I will guard your body within Rudera.”

“Yes, I should.”

Even when he won the competition for the throne, even when he inherited the throne from his predecessor, his heart had never trembled like this.

Flash.

Disconnecting from Rudera and returning to his original body, the Emperor rose.

Please.

Please let this not be a dream.

With a trembling heart, the Emperor walked slowly to the mirror.

That brief moment felt like an eternity.

Finally reaching the mirror, in his vision was…

“Oh, God.”

His head was filled with the dense hair he saw in Rudera, like a jungle.

Flash.

“You’ve returned, Your Majesty.”

Back in the Tower of Labyrinth, the Emperor saw Schmidt welcoming him.

“Schmidt.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Miracles do exist.”

The Emperor’s lips curved into a long, broad smile.

“I no longer need to wear a heavy crown!”

Hadn’t the crown grown larger to cover his receding hairline?

In inverse proportion to the growing size of the crown, his self-esteem had dwindled.

But today, there was no longer a reason to hide behind the crown.

The Emperor felt a great sense of liberation.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty!”

Knowing the pain of losing his hair and how much the Emperor had worried over it, Schmidt genuinely shared in the joy.

“Schmidt.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Who knows the secret of this spring?”

“As of now, only Your Majesty, myself, my deputy, and a few knights of the Royal Knight Guild.”

“I see…”

The Emperor stroked his chin.

“You understand the value of this spring, don’t you?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

No one must know about it.

This spring’s existence must remain a secret.

However, we must not let any other faction take the fourth floor.

***

“No one can ever take it.”

The Emperor declared.

“Whatever it takes.”

“But Your Majesty… Using ‘that’… it would mean revealing the empire’s deepest secret.”

“This spring’s value is incomparable. We must make the fourth floor ours, even if it means using ‘that.’”

The Emperor’s face hardened with determination.

“Even if it means revealing the secret the empire has kept for centuries.”