Ch.353Revealing Heaven’s Secrets (1)

The gift Alfheim gave me was truly satisfying. The packaging was excellent, and the contents were beyond words.

Although there was a dangerous moment when an accident occurred while receiving the gift, it was resolved well.

On the contrary, thanks to that incident, I awakened Arwen’s hidden sexual desires, allowing us to have a more passionate first night together.

It was so intense that it reminded me of my first night with Marie, which should tell you how satisfied and excited I was.

However, due to the significant difference in our weight class and stamina, I was the one pushing things forward unilaterally.

She kept fainting at every opportunity, and even after waking her up, she would faint again during the act, making it quite difficult to maintain rhythm.

Arwen was well aware of this and begged me to treat her literally as a “gift.” She said her pride wouldn’t allow her to let me be the only one satisfied.

Thanks to that, we were able to have a night where we both could be thoroughly satisfied with each other.

“So am I now considered a national husband?”

After our lovemaking continued until dawn, the next day arrived. Though to call it the next day is generous—we spent the entire morning sleeping.

This didn’t change even in the afternoon. Arwen kept dozing off randomly, still affected by the afterglow of our first night together.

Moreover, she couldn’t even get up, so she had no choice but to lie in bed all day.

Far from attending to state affairs, she couldn’t even walk properly, so she planned to take a holiday for a while.

“That’s up to you as you wish. I was a gift for you. You could say you’re higher than me, who is essentially the queen.”

“Really?”

“It’s only natural since I gifted you Alfheim. Perhaps you’d like to be treated as a national husband?”

Arwen, lying in bed, asked me with twinkling eyes.

Her silver-gray eyes held subtle expectation. It seemed to be a personal wish.

“Hmm… honestly, I’m fine with it. It’s a shame we haven’t had a wedding ceremony, but everyone will probably overlook that.”

“R-really?! Then right away…!”

“But will others really overlook it? Especially Cecilly, who might come charging at us with fire in her eyes?”

Her joy was short-lived; as soon as I mentioned Cecilly, she deflated.

For Arwen, Cecilly is her greatest enemy, both personally and politically.

So the moment I’m treated as Alfheim’s national husband, Cecilly’s side might set off another bomb.

“…I see. It’s disappointing, but it can’t be helped. This was my personal request, so please pretend you didn’t hear it.”

“After we’ve already spent our first night together, such a wish is only natural.”

“Hmm…”

As I stroked her long ears to comfort her, Arwen made a pleased sound. It was like a kitten purring.

Lying in bed like this made me feel like we were newlyweds. I wondered when Arwen would be able to get up.

Meals were fine since attendants brought them directly, but going to the bathroom was the challenge.

Whether because she was the Queen of Alfheim or due to those stuffy elven traditions, the bedroom and bathroom were quite far apart.

When I asked why they were arranged this way, she said the water from that bathroom was connected to the Spring of Life.

Yes, the same Spring of Life where I bathed right before our first night together. Typical of elves who cling to tradition.

‘It was really embarrassing when I carried her there.’

So I carried Arwen to the bathroom myself. Since attendants couldn’t carry her, only I could do it.

I recalled the gazes of Elodia’s employees as we headed to the bathroom. As I mentioned before, the gift situation was initiated by Alfheim itself, not Arwen.

Also, the fact that Arwen couldn’t walk was evidence that we had spent our first night together, meaning I had accepted the gift.

While they must have been overjoyed, receiving those gazes was somewhat embarrassing for me.

“Hmm…”

Meanwhile, Arwen was making cute sounds as I stroked her ears.

Like a demon’s horns, touching an elf’s ears is only possible with someone they’ve completely opened their heart to.

Also, since it’s advertised as a weak point, sensations are concentrated there, so even such a small stimulation can provide satisfaction.

“Arwen.”

“Mmm… speak.”

“What happens to you from now on?”

The elves gave me Arwen, who is the very symbol of Alfheim, as a gift. Simply put, she is my possession.

Of course, I would never actually treat her like a slave. Just being connected is enough.

So I was curious about what Arwen’s future would be like. Since we spent our first night together, would her life be easier than before, or would a complicated future unfold?

“Since I’m connected to you, I’ll probably be publicly declared as Xenon’s woman. That alone will make things easier, and there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“What about the demon worshippers? They could threaten you.”

“Ha. Do you think I would lose to mere demon worshippers?”

Come to think of it, while Arwen may have poor stamina, her qualifications as a mage are very deep.

She can teleport with a simple finger snap or make objects appear out of thin air—who could possibly harm her?

Above all, she has a reliable dark elf by her side, so there shouldn’t be any immediate threats.

I looked at the confident Arwen with a fresh expression and then smiled. Suddenly, I felt mischievous.

“Yet you kept losing to me.”

“T-that’s…! That’s different!”

At my playful words, Arwen shouted while flailing. But since her lower body wasn’t functioning properly, only her upper body fluttered.

In reality, Arwen’s stamina is on the lower side. Even elves chosen by the gods have physical specs similar to humans at birth.

It’s their mana training and magical abilities that override those specs.

This applies to Arwen as well. If she were a warrior, it might be different, but as a mage, her stamina is inevitably very low.

Thanks to that, I don’t know how many times she fainted during our first night. She always woke up, but her constant fainting was somewhat awkward.

Ah, of course, it was awkward but not at all difficult.

“Shouldn’t you build up your stamina though?”

“Hmph. Rather than building stamina, it’s better to read a book.”

A thoroughly mage-like way of thinking. I smiled as Arwen, her face flushed red, pouted.

I have no intention of advising Arwen to build her stamina. She must have her own routine, so I can’t tell her what to do.

Above all, I should worry about myself first. I’m the one who needs to build stamina, and I’m also the number one target of the demon worshippers.

I gently stroked Arwen’s ears and then looked to the side. On the pillow she was resting on lay a golden seed.

As everyone knows, it’s presumed to be the seed of the World Tree. I decided to entrust it to Arwen for now.

I’m not returning to my territory right away, and I haven’t properly decided who to entrust with its management.

‘Lord Hirt really knows how to put people in difficult situations.’

Still, it’s evidence of his favor towards me, so I wasn’t displeased.

Who would complain about receiving a blessing from the Goddess of Nature, who holds the position of Creation God?

Rather, it’s a wise move to mediate between Luminus and Mora, where there’s still room for conflict.

‘But there was something I wanted to ask… what was it?’

I looked at the golden seed and tilted my head.

Originally, I had a question I wanted to ask her, but I couldn’t remember it at all.

If it’s not coming to mind, it probably wasn’t that important.

If it had been a truly important question, I would have recorded it in my notebook, but there was no such record.

Given my personality, I would have immediately noted down anything interesting or serious.

‘I’ll think about it later.’

What’s important now is how long this time will last. I looked down at Arwen, who was lying face down, receiving an ear massage.

Although she had pulled the blanket up to her neck, she was currently completely naked.

I suggested she wear something light to avoid catching a cold, but she said elves don’t catch colds.

That’s actually true, and since I could guess what Arwen wanted, I complied.

“Arwen.”

“Mmm?”

“When would you like me to return?”

Marie, Cecilly, and Adelia had vacation time, so they could stay longer.

But in this case, since I came during the semester, it was difficult to decide how to manage the time.

Of course, even if I returned, I wouldn’t immediately resume my assistant professor duties but would receive training from my father.

So I asked first. When should I return?

Arwen seemed to understand my meaning and, after much deliberation, peeked her head out.

Her silver-gray eyes contained both regret and subtle anticipation.

“I wish you could stay by my side forever. I want to see your face every morning when I wake up, and kiss you and share intimacy with you every night.”

“…”

“But that’s selfish. Above all, I’m not the only one by your side. I also need to attend to state affairs as queen. So…”

Arwen hesitated a little and then revealed what she wanted.

“May I be a little selfish?”

“How much?”

“One week. One week is enough. Anything more would be greedy.”

One week… Honestly, I expected about a month, but it was surprisingly shorter.

I don’t know if she’s rarely been selfish personally or if she’s exercising restraint, but it made me feel sorry for her.

After a week, she would have to become the Queen of Alfheim. I stroked her head instead of her ears and spoke.

“Is one week enough? Really?”

“You’re busy too. But can you visit often afterward?”

“Can’t you just contact me?”

“I’m afraid I might do it every day.”

Arwen’s appearance, with just her face peeking out as she answered, couldn’t be more adorable.

I expressed my affection by pinching or stroking her soft cheeks and smiled.

“Alright. Then until then…”

“Ahem.”

As I trailed off, Arwen cleared her throat. At the same time, her snow-white skin turned red.

Of course, today we couldn’t do anything due to the aftereffects of our first night. That wouldn’t be consideration but merely an outlet for lust.

But after that would be different. Arwen blushed and quietly opened her mouth.

“I’m just asking out of curiosity… were the other women like this too?”

“Marie was similar to you. Cecilly and Adelia are both physically strong.”

“I see. Still, I have no intention of building my stamina.”

“At that point, don’t you just hate exercise?”

“Don’t you think it’s not that I’m weak, but that you’re abnormally strong? You even received Hirt’s blessing yesterday.”

“Is that so?”

Well, I already had a lot of holy power, and now with Hirt’s blessing, I might have become even stronger.

“Anyway, I’ll create moments that will remain in your memory for a lifetime, even if it’s just for a week.”

“I think yesterday will be the most memorable for me.”

“I’ll create memories even better than that.”

At that time, I still didn’t know.

“Can you call Cyris for a moment?”

“Cyris? Why him?”

“I have something I left with him.”

What effect the World Tree seed, left at the head of the bed, would have on us.

“I brought the draft to prevent him from peeking anymore. The draft of Biography of Xenon, volume 27.”

“W-what?! Is that really… No, why would you think I would peek?!”

“Because you have a prior record?”

“Awww…”

What changes Hirt’s blessing would bring.

“By the way, how will you make the announcement? Will it be that you’re connected with me?”

“No. We should leave room for different interpretations. If we do that, you might get a headache. But those who should know will know.”

“I wonder how Cecilly will react.”

“Ah, you don’t need to worry about that. We met before and resolved things well.”

And finally, how much potential an elf hybrid would have.

“Huh? What are you talking about? When did you meet?”

“Ah, that’s…”

“Don’t tell me all those things yesterday were told to you by Cecilly?”

“…”

At that time, I had no idea.