Chapter 321 Sleepiness
Fina was stunned, her mouth subconsciously opened slightly and did not close for a long time.
"So, you've been deceiving them all?!" She tried to lower her voice, but the ending couldn't help but rise for a moment. The girl suppressed the urge to scream, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
"You can understand it as me throwing out my conclusion before the process itself, and my inference is at least 80 percent correct," the professor said lazily. The cold, sharp, and aggressive edge that easily controlled the overall situation in the Yuanxin Palace seemed to be restrained at this moment. "Now everyone knows a 'shocking secret' that Her Majesty the Queen must urgently stop - the Supreme Minister of Military Affairs is 'suspected' of treason, and the Speaker of the Royal Court has turned a deaf ear to it. The seeds of suspicion have been planted, waiting to take root, sprout, and bear fruit."
Fina couldn't help swallowing.
That was the Blooming Conference! She thought in horror, Mr. Ghost was facing the supreme ruler of the behemoth Silver Iris Empire, and a group of old foxes who manipulated power as easily as breathing!
This was insane! They were in the Kite Heart Palace, the undisputed heart of the empire, with the Royal City Army watching intently, ready to tear these unarmed civilians to shreds at any moment—yet in front of such a powerful figure, in front of a behemoth of power capable of crushing them to dust, this gentleman stood there in the Kite Heart Palace with such composure, toying with the entire empire's dignitaries in his hands, turning them into docile puppets bound with strings!
But at the same time as the fear, a secret excitement and a shudder as if a sharp knife was pricking her nerves suddenly arose in her mind - yes, this gentleman has always been like this, she should have known it long ago - and she, Fina Wood, has now become an assistant in this shocking performance!
Fina was so overwhelmed by the excitement and excitement that made her scalp tingle and her whole body tremble that she thought: No matter what happens in the future, she will never regret choosing to knock on Mr. Ghost's door that day and tell him that she is going to Port Morris.
"...Can't accept it?"
The professor frowned at the young woman who stood there blankly, head bowed, and silent. Disillusionment with "politics" was inevitable, and even he couldn't interfere. He began to wonder if he should give the girl some time to process the shock of this cold reality alone.
"No...you really are, you really are..." Fina's voice trembled a little. She suddenly raised her head, her eyes were surprisingly bright, burning with pure, almost fanatical admiration and desire for knowledge, which frightened Nova so much that he subconsciously took a step back.
“—That’s amazing!”
In her excitement, Fina couldn't help but grab the professor's clothes. She spoke at a rapid pace, completely unaware of the professor's slight stiffness and his instinct to escape. "How did you guess when the queen would call off the meeting? How do you know she wouldn't ask you to produce the so-called 'evidence' later? What if she really wants to see it? What if she's furious and orders a thorough investigation on the spot? You..."
"Miss Wood."
Just as the professor leaned back stiffly and began to want to step back, trying to avoid those sparkling eyes, a gentle and clear voice stopped Fina's pressing questioning.
Azuka appeared beside the professor at some point, and her eyes vaguely slid over the fingers that were tugging at the corner of the professor's clothes, with a gentle, calm but unquestionable pressure - the next second Fina instinctively let go.
"You're so excited." The Savior looked away, satisfied. He sighed helplessly, a hint of disapproval in his voice. "I understand your thirst for knowledge, but after such a long time, especially after nearly half a day in meetings, everyone must be exhausted, right? Even I'm getting a headache from all the noise."
It's not a pleasant experience to admire the heroic appearance of your old enemy while forcing yourself not to kill those nonsense termites.
...Indeed. Fina, recovering from her excitement, realized her muscles were throbbing with pain from excessive tension. Reminded, she relaxed, and even began to feel dizzy. She wished she could just lie down and sleep. Looking at Mr. Ghost again, he looked noticeably paler than usual, his voice a little hoarse.
How inconsiderate, Fina. The girl silently hid her hand behind her back, which had been pulling at the other person's clothes. She felt her face begin to heat up slightly, and she felt ashamed of her recklessness.
"Think first, then speak." The professor, having been saved from the burning gaze, breathed a sigh of relief. He said coldly, "If you really can't figure something out, you can write it down and ask me later. I'll try to find time to answer it. As for now."
He paused, his eyes sliding over Fina and the rest of the Third Councillors behind her. "Go and rest first. We still have a tough battle to fight next."
"Yes! Mr. Ghost!" Fina, who was looking for an opportunity to escape, immediately agreed: "I'll go rest now. You, you should also have a good rest..."
The girl left quickly, almost as if she was running away.
Finally, they made it back to the base. After locking the door, Azuka turned around and saw his nemesis, completely unpresentable, with his shoes tossed to the sides and his coat carelessly crumpled on a chair. He'd managed to place his glasses and documents on the table, but he was completely slumped into the soft sofa, motionless, as if his bones had been pulled out.
His moon looked truly exhausted from the intense mental and physical exertion of the recent period, rarely revealing a desire for rest. The dark-haired young man's chest rose and fell ever so slightly, his breathing barely audible. His eyelashes cast a small shadow of exhaustion beneath his dark, dark eyes.
The savior stood there for a moment, his gaze sinking slightly as he gently and slowly scanned the man's visibly furrowed brow, his restlessly moving eyelids, his dry, tightly pursed lips, and the collar that had been tangled when he'd just taken off his coat. The clearly protruding pale blue veins on the side of his neck and the sharp curve of his collarbone were hidden deep in the shadows...
In just a short while, the other person seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep - but his sleep was not sound. Disturbed by his gaze, he subconsciously frowned even tighter, muttered something ambiguous, buried his face in the sofa pillow in dissatisfaction, his hair was rubbed up, and then he stopped moving.
Azuka looked away helplessly. He first sorted out the scattered clothing, then neatly sorted and organized the documents. He was extremely careful and gentle as he did all this, so as not to disturb the sleeper. Only after everything was finished did he approach the black-haired tyrant, who was curled up on the sofa.
The savior leaned over and gently used his fingers to gather all the messed up black hair of his nemesis back, and whispered softly, "Go to bed if you're sleepy, okay?"
"The sofa is too soft," his voice became softer and softer, almost like a breath. "If you sleep like this all night, your neck and lower back will definitely hurt so much the next day that you'll want to take them off..."
The other person closed his eyes wearily, and from deep within his nasal cavity hummed a nasal sound thick with sleepiness and discontent. After a long moment, he finally forced an eye open. His smoky gray pupils were unusually dull and harmless. He glanced at him without focus, then perfunctorily extended an arm to him, his wrist hanging limply.
"...Whatever. Don't want to move." His old enemy muttered lazily.
A deeply gratified smile suddenly appeared in the depths of the savior's blue eyes. He leaned down, allowing his lover, who was rarely flirting with him, to drape her limp arm loosely over his shoulders. Then, he slid his arms under her, grasping her back and knees, and lifted her up steadily.
The sudden loss of weight made the black-haired young man instinctively freeze for a moment, but he soon realized that he was in the safest nest in the world.
By the time he returned to his bed, sleepiness had faded a little, though it was still very close. Nova simply buried his head in the savior's warm neck, nuzzling it, then found a more comfortable position, enjoying the other's gentle pats on his back and occasionally responding to the gentle, low, tide-like inquiries.
"Wake me up early tomorrow morning, I have a meeting..." He instructed drowsily, "Milk? I want some, with a little honey..."
"...Shower?" The Tyrant was silent for a moment, looking a bit conflicted. A hot bath was indeed very relaxing, and refreshing would make sleeping more comfortable. But he wasn't sure if he would fall asleep in the tub in his current state... or even worse.
"I'll help you wash, okay?" Azuka coaxed softly, noticing that the person, despite being unable to open her eyes, was still forcing a glance at him, a hint of clear-headed vigilance and suspicion mingled in her glance. He paused, then couldn't help himself. With a hint of disapproval, he bit her lips lightly. Before she could react, he kissed her lovingly.
"I promise I won't do anything," the Savior promised reluctantly. "You're tired, sir. I just want to make you more comfortable... Nothing will happen tonight."
He believed he had been very gentle and restrained, and very "concerned with the overall situation." Now that he was being "wronged," he immediately revealed a hint of suppressed grievance.
The professor raised his eyelids and looked at him for a moment. Ultimately, the growing sleepiness in the absolute safety of the place, coupled with his craving for freshness and comfort, completely overcame his already meager, purely forced, vigilance. He hummed a sigh of thanks, then leaned forward trustingly, resting his chin comfortably on the man's shoulder.
Azuka's lips curved up silently.
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