Chapter 19 The Lion's Struggle for Mating Rights "Impossible."...
They traversed the storm and soon arrived at the border of the western continent.
The military pirates maintained their disguise as ordinary civilian vessels, with Madonna and another crew member handling negotiations, while Buster completely ignored them, drinking tea, watching the sea, and teasing Reinhardt.
Victoria was so excited that she ran to Reinhardt’s room an hour before the ship docked and forced her way in.
Buster yawned as he passed by the Son of God's room, then paused, crossed his arms, took two steps back, and looked inside.
At that time, the divine princess put on a new set of clothes.
Her long, golden hair was tied up high, and she wore a white shirt underneath. A short Napoleon coat in Schleier green perfectly accentuated her waistline, while matching trousers hugged her long legs, making Reinhardt appear slender and tall.
Victoria exclaimed confidently, "Isn't it beautiful? This is my favorite choice!"
Bastian nodded, but his eyes showed no approval for the clothes; instead, they were filled with satisfaction with his success in raising piglets.
"You've finally gained some weight, that's good."
Victoria, feeling ignored, expressed her anger.
The ship soon docked, and the crew members who had received permission from their leader to disembark were eager to get off and enjoy themselves. A small number of crew members who were too lazy to disembark or who needed to stay on board to guard the ship remained on board.
Madonna had already disembarked, and Celine had her own things to take care of, so the task of looking after the Son of God was left to Victoria, who was helping with the final dressing.
...One and a half people, maybe; the wicked chieftain is at most half a person.
Victoria had already decided on her destination before disembarking, but she still had some things she hadn't prepared, so Buster took Reinhardt up to the deck and waited for her to come over while enjoying the breeze.
Compared to the storm, the wind at the dock was surprisingly gentle. Reinhardt's high ponytail and the black ribbon tied around her eyes fluttered in the wind, creating a beautiful arc.
Seagulls flew and cried at the dock. Reinhardt listened to the free sounds of the sky and the waves, and a joyful smile quietly spread across his face, hidden beneath the gauze.
Until his hand was grabbed by Buster.
His broad palms were also very warm. Reinhardt's hands were several sizes smaller than his, and there was also a noticeable difference in skin color.
But he was ruthless. He grabbed Reinhardt, turned his palm over, and poured something into his palm.
Reinhardt subtly shifted his head toward the direction of the Storm Leader.
Having spent so much time together, the Storm Leader had completely figured out the kid's habits and movements. Knowing that his reaction indicated confusion, Buster chuckled and said nonchalantly, "You have to pay tribute when you come to the docks."
Offering tribute?
Reinhard still didn't understand.
With a keen sense of smell, he detected the aroma of the food in his palm. After a moment of careful examination, he was fairly certain that it was French fries.
A few days ago, Celine fried some for afternoon tea. Because he ate a few too many, the Storm Leader even went to argue with Celine about it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel apologetic to Ms. Celine.
...but the fries were really delicious.
Praise the French fries.
Sure enough, the seagulls were attracted by the fries. Reinhardt felt the seagulls' cries getting closer and closer, and the sound of their flapping wings was almost within reach.
A large, plump bird swooped past him, and he felt his palm sink repeatedly.
It was quite interesting; Reinhardt was in a lighthearted mood.
All of this was observed by Buster, and it vividly expressed his emotions.
After spending these days together, Buster had basically figured out Reinhardt's personality and the emotions and thoughts hidden behind his every subtle action.
So he knew very well that Reinhardt was happy, even though the little lamb had no expression on his face and still looked like a blank puppet.
With his chin resting on his hand, Buster leaned against the deck railing, gazing at the Son of God in a daze, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a figure approaching.
Turning around, the Storm Leader rested his elbows on the railing and raised his eyebrows.
The newcomer first gave the Storm Leader a shy smile, then cautiously walked behind Reinhardt.
"Hello, Mr. Deity."
Reinhardt, who was feeding the seagulls, slightly clenched his hands and turned his head in the direction from which the sound came.
Mark, who had already mentally prepared himself, narrowed his eyes, but his gaze was still captivated by the son of the god's flowing golden hair and ribbons.
Mark only snapped back to reality when the boss's narrowed, dangerously menacing face silently appeared behind the Son of God's shoulder.
Mark coughed awkwardly, then withdrew his probing gaze and gave a smile that the other person couldn't see.
"I'm Mark, do you remember me?"
How could he not remember? That little adventure left a deep impression on Reinhard.
The calm and collected Son of God slowly curled the fries in his hand, turned to face Mark, and nodded gently.
“I remember you.”
Mark was thrilled to receive a response.
“I have always wanted to thank you in person, but the leader has kept you hidden too well. In the more than one month since you boarded the ship, we have only seen you once or twice.”
Before Reinhardt could speak, the leader's imposing voice drifted down from behind him.
"You have a problem with that?" The tone sounded very unfriendly.
“No, I wouldn’t dare.” Mark shrugged, spread his hands and smiled. “It’s just that you’re being too protective of people, which isn’t good for strengthening our relationship.”
Buster found this amusing.
"Try to maintain your relationship with your lover first. If it weren't for him, do you think you'd still be standing here safely?"
Mark nodded in agreement.
"That's true, so after I recovered, I took good care of him. It's just a pity that our time together was too short, and we still had to part. But there's nothing we can do. As you know, Chief, the worst thing we can do in our line of work is to fall in love with a lover who has already landed."
The Storm Leader, too lazy to listen to his nonsense about the lower half of the body, rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and stood behind Reinhardt like a guardian beast, his gaze unfriendly.
Even with Mark's strong lustful desires, he dared not take another step forward given his fierce and menacing appearance.
But he couldn't help but express his doubts about the leader's protective behavior towards the food.
He was always frank, and this time he didn't intend to hide anything. He asked directly, "Chief, the way you're wary of me makes you look like a lion fighting for mating rights. Hiss... You wouldn't happen to have a crush on the son of a god, would you?"
Don't tell me, really don't tell me.
Not only did they raise and cherish her like a treasure, but they also kept her hidden away, preventing others from seeing her. Anyone who saw this would think that the leader had always been after the son of the gods, not to revive the deceased.
"impossible."
The Storm Leader frowned as he argued.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, he subconsciously looked at the handsome blond guy.
Seeing that the Son of God did not react, the Storm Leader suppressed the inexplicable irritation rising in his heart, turned his head away, and sneered, "Don't think of me as despicable as you!"
A note from the author:
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Madonna, years later: Could you reenact that line from back then? That "Impossible!"
The Storm Leader raised his hand and covered Reinhardt's ear: "That's swearing, don't listen."
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[It's all in the story, but I still feel this way inside.]
[I'm heartbroken] My heart aches for Rhine's little one...
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