Chapter 13 Pink really suits Rhine, who is wearing a pink fishtail gown...
The air was filled with the pleasant fragrance of flowers.
It smells familiar; I think I smelled Reinhardt not long ago.
With his brain not fully awake, Reinhardt searched his memory for a long time before finally finding the memory link to this scent.
It smells like... the shower gel that Ms. Madonna prepared for him.
The blonde beauty, wrapped tightly in a soft quilt, stirred slightly, her consciousness gradually returning as her face brushed against the quilt.
Then, he paused for a moment.
Seemingly incredulous, the pretty face half-huddled under the blanket showed a puzzled expression.
Was he...asleep?
The tension in his mind eased considerably, and Reinhardt felt incredibly comfortable, his body relaxing almost unbelievably. Years of accumulated pent-up frustration and pain had been soothed away by a good night's sleep, as if all his physical wounds had healed…
……etc.
His injuries really didn't hurt anymore.
Reinhardt slowly sat up, his long, flowing blond hair cascading down his chest. He reached out with his left hand to his right wrist and discovered that the marks and abrasions from years of wearing shackles had vanished, leaving his skin smooth as ever.
Not to mention other places, it was as if they had never appeared at all.
Reinhardt was momentarily unsure whether to be surprised that he had fallen asleep so soundly without any warning, or that he had slept for so long that his wounds had completely healed.
He belatedly realized that he had been dressed in a brand new set of pajamas.
Judging from the scent of shower gel emanating from his skin, he guessed that someone had probably given him a bath.
The gentle and obedient son of the gods was a little embarrassed.
If he were still conscious, at least he wouldn't have to bother others with something as simple as cleaning.
Having not had a proper night's sleep in so long, Reinhardt had forgotten how wonderful the air felt after waking up. A refreshing coolness rolled through his body, leaving with each breath, carrying away all the stuffiness. A faint smile, unnoticed even by himself, appeared on the lips of the Son of God.
His fingers groped towards the edge of the bed, where he found a new set of clothes with a ribbon on it.
It was probably Madonna or some other lady who prepared his clothes for him. Reinhardt praised the ladies' thoughtfulness and consideration in his heart, happily changed into the new suit, and slowly walked out of the room.
The air outside was even fresher than I remembered. Although it carried a slight sea breeze scent, every breath was invigorating.
A noisy commotion came from not far away. Reinhardt slowly walked out down the corridor, and the moment he stepped out the door, the sea breeze and the sound of the waves rushed towards him.
“Reinhardt!” Victoria’s voice came from the side, filled with undisguised joy. “You’re awake?”
Reinhardt turned around in the direction her voice came from and found himself face to face with her.
Ms. Victoria remained as warm and cheerful as ever, treating Reinhardt as if he were an outsider.
"You slept for a really long time! I was planning to take you around town, but you slept right until departure day!" She looked Reinhardt up and down and couldn't help but praise him. "I told you pink suits you! I'll buy you a shorter one next time!"
Reinhardt didn't care about the length of the sentence, so he automatically skipped the second half and focused all his attention on the first half.
How long did I sleep?
“Four days, or five days? The leader locked the door and told us not to come and bother you unless it's necessary.” Victoria paused, stepped forward, took Reinhardt's hand, and wrapped him around her arm. “I just happened to have an appointment with Madonna and Celine for tea. Let's go together.”
"Lock the door?" Reinhardt was still somewhat reluctant to have physical contact with other people, but considering that the other person meant well and wanted to guide him, he suppressed his discomfort.
“Watch your step, this is a staircase,” Victoria said with a smile. “Yes, lock the door. This floor was originally only occupied by the leader. After you arrived, another room was specially converted. Now it’s just you and the leader living here. No one else has permission to come in or out except for the leader and you.”
The original purpose of changing the room was to prevent the Son of God from having any special abilities that might harm the other crew members, and the Storm Leader wanted to suppress him with his own power. Now... it's because the others are too noisy. If the Son of God were placed on the lower floor where the crew lived, this kid probably wouldn't have a moment's peace.
Victoria was very enthusiastic, and on the way upstairs, she didn't forget to show Reinhard her prized military pirate ship.
"This ship is called the Endless, and it has five decks. Below deck are two decks, which are the engine room and cargo hold. The deck level is the living area, used for the crew's daily combat training and meals. The second deck above is the bridge and crew living quarters, where I also live. The top deck is your and the captain's... that is, the leader's private deck. Usually, no one comes up here. The leader has a terrible temper. If you disturb his rest, he might be so angry that he won't be able to get up for three days straight."
“However,” Victoria said with a smile as she led Reinhardt upstairs, “he still made a tea room for us at the stern on the top deck, and no one else is allowed to go up there except the three of us.”
She looked at Reinhardt, her eyes crinkling, and said, "There should be four now."
Reinhardt didn't understand, but it didn't seem important, so he didn't think about it further.
It was just a few steps; Victoria led Reinhardt along for a short while, and they soon arrived at their destination. She pushed open the glass door ahead and excitedly called out to the people inside, "Look who I've brought!"
“Reinhardt? You’re awake.” Madonna looked Reinhardt up and down and couldn’t help but laugh. “You know what, you really do look good in pink.”
Celine waved to them.
"Let's have a dessert while the ship sets sail."
Following Victoria's lead, Reinhardt took his seat.
Madonna looked Reinhardt over carefully for a while, then asked with concern, "Do you feel unwell anywhere?"
“No.” Reinhardt shook his head.
The ribbon tied behind her ears slid along with her hair, like a simple accessory that inadvertently exuded elegance.
"The leader carried you back that day, with two takeout orders in his arms. It scared me to death," Madonna asked tentatively. "Do you remember what happened that day?"
Although the leader gave a fairly clear answer, and although they believed in the leader's character.
But that image, that action, that tone of voice...
By the Holy Mother!
Who can resist gossiping!
The obedient son of the gods was completely unaware and didn't think much of it.
"All I remember is that he was looking for someone. He led me, following the trail to an old nobleman's tomb, where we encountered a life-draining monster. Then, to rescue our companion... we went down to the silent land of the gods."
His tone was gentle and slow, and although what he said was simple, it was enough to unfold a wonderful story for Madonna and the others.
They liked the way he spoke.
The story was similar to what the chief had told, but in more detail than the rough and uncultured chief had described. The three girls looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing it.
Madonna poured him a cup of black tea, and as she guided him to the teacup handle, she asked with a strange expression, "Did the chief do anything to you on the way here?"
Reinhardt, whose eyes were framed by a pink ribbon, shook his head.
I picked up the teacup and carefully took a sip. The rich aroma instantly filled my mouth, like an elegant red silk spreading in the mist, sweet and bitter, with an endless aftertaste.
Reinhardt had never tasted black tea before and was momentarily amazed by its flavor. His calm expression remained unchanged, but out of curiosity, he lowered his head slightly, picked up the teacup, and gently inhaled the fragrance of the tea.
So cute!
The way they explore is as adorable as a small animal encountering something new!
Madonna, Celine, and Victoria all pushed the cakes on their plates toward Reinhardt simultaneously.
"Try this!"
Victoria scooped a spoonful of cream cake with a silver spoon and offered it to Reinhardt, as if to feed him.
"Thank you." The son of the god hesitated for a moment, his expression reserved. "I can touch it, you don't need to take such good care of me."
Victoria sat down again.
Celine, remembering the finger marks she'd inadvertently seen on the Child of God's waist when Madonna helped with the treatment, asked again, still unwilling to give up, "The leader really didn't do anything to you? Like touching you or taking off your clothes or anything like that? Don't be afraid, you can tell the truth."
The hints were too clear, and some things that the Son of God had never paid attention to before were suddenly brought to light.
Recalling how many times he seemed to have been patted on the buttocks and how rude the other person had been, Reinhard hesitated, then nodded.
The three girls' eyes widened instantly.
really!
You beast!
Just as the trio of crickets were gathering their strength, a steady series of footsteps came from outside the glass tea room.
The voice of the Storm Leader at the center of the conversation came from afar.
"Is that guy here?" The question sounded like someone was being searched for, but the speaker abruptly stopped upon seeing the Son of God. "...Hiss...you, you, you? Why are you dressed like that?!"
Reinhardt, wearing a pink fishtail dress, turned around at the sound.
A note from the author:
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Madonna: The leader didn't do anything to you, did he?
Reinhardt shook his head.
Three people: Holy crap, he's not a real man.
Celine: The leader didn't touch you or take off your clothes?
Reinhardt nodded hesitantly.
Three people: Holy crap! That guy is a monster!
Buster: You guys have really gone too far!
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