IYAMD 112

IYAMD 112

One week later. It was decided that Jaha would be officially announced as Marsilia’s soulmate at the banquet welcoming the knights.

Having organized everything, from the detailed schedule to the documents to be delivered to the temple, Marsilia finally allowed himself a moment to relax, sinking into his chair.

Jaha seemed to have taken a liking to the window seat, as he had been sitting there every day, practicing what he called energy circulation. Marsilia, watching the golden energy swirling around the man’s body with narrowed eyes, turned away when he felt Serez’s gaze on him.

“What?”

When Marsilia quietly asked, Serez, who had just returned from the temple, lowered his voice and answered.

“It’s the holy relic, Your Majesty. They say… all its divine power is gone.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“It reacted to my divine power during purification, then died.”

Serez’s face twisted into an expression that was hard to put into words. If he had to describe it, it was probably the kind of look one gives when calling someone crazy.

Marsilia simply shrugged, as if to say it couldn’t be helped.

“So what?”

Serez, still keeping his voice low, nearly lost his mind as he protested.

“What do you mean so what?! Without the holy relic, who is supposed to preside over the ceremony? No, that’s not even the biggest problem—what about the coronation? Huh?”

Marsilia responded indifferently.

“None of the priests knew how to properly use the relic anyway. Even the late High Priest didn’t. As for the coronation, there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just a way to prove that the Emperor has divine power—the relic itself doesn’t actually do anything.”

All it required was infusing divine power into an empty orb. If the orb glowed, the effect would be the same.

“Oh, Goddess…”

Serez clasped his hands together and began to pray. After a long string of muttered complaints—insisting it wasn’t his fault—he finally opened his eyes and shot Marsilia a look of disapproval.

“And why are you only telling me this now? I went to the temple, acting all high and mighty about retrieving the relic!”

Maybe it was because he hadn’t been sleeping well, or maybe because his earlier decision had put his mind at ease, but Marsilia felt his body growing sluggish. Leaning back deeper into his chair, he casually replied.

“It’s fine. You did return it, after all.”

“That’s not the point…”

“Just say it was cursed. Since it was the Honorary Archbishop—the Archduke—who caused it, the temple wouldn’t dare complain, no matter how many mouths they had.”

“Hmm.”

Serez nodded in agreement.

“That’s true.”

“Besides, we have a replacement.”

“Wait… don’t tell me you mean the dragon’s heart?”

“That’s right.”

The dragon’s heart was a divine power gem almost as pure as the holy relic.

“If necessary, we can just give them that.”

“What are you saying?! That’s a royal treasure! You can’t seriously be thinking of giving it to the temple—are you out of your mind, Your Majesty?”

Marsilia glanced at Serez before letting out a small chuckle.

“I should be asking if my aide is in his right mind. Sir Hastings, did I hear you correctly just now? Did you actually say that to me?”

At the barrage of questions, Serez immediately backed down, lowering his head.

“I misspoke.”

“Get a grip. Even if I’ve been acting like a wolf with no fangs lately, that’s only with Jaha.”

“Understood, Your Majesty. I will keep that in mind.”

Marsilia turned his attention back to Jaha, still practicing his energy circulation by the window. Before he realized it, his eyelids grew heavy.

Just a short rest…

As soon as he made up his mind, sleep overtook him before he had the chance to resist.

—

A soft humming sound reached his ears. The melody was unfamiliar, the lyrics completely indecipherable.

Even without realizing it, Marsilia found himself smiling at the familiar voice.

“You’re awake?”

At the sound of the voice, Marsilia opened his eyes.

Jaha, who had been sitting on the desk, leaned forward, lowering his face close to where Marsilia was slumped in his chair.

A brief touch—lips lightly pressed and then gone.

Marsilia snapped fully awake.

“How long… did I sleep?”

“I don’t know. When I woke up, it was just the two of us here.”

Fortunately, it didn’t seem like he had been out for long—the sun was only just beginning to set.

Once he confirmed that Marsilia was awake, Jaha hopped off the desk and reached out a hand.

“Since you’re up, come watch the sunset with me.”

“The sunset?”

“Yeah.”

Taking Jaha’s hand, Marsilia let himself be led out onto the office terrace.

The moment they stepped outside, Jaha wrapped an arm around Marsilia’s waist and shot into the air.

The wind, sharp and cool, brushed against his forehead. Had he been sweating in his sleep? A sudden chill prickled over Marsilia’s shoulders, making him blink reflexively.

Landing on the rooftop, Jaha quickly scanned the surroundings before sliding an arm under Marsilia’s knees, lifting him entirely into his embrace.

Marsilia couldn’t suppress the laughter bubbling up as he was carried.

“Are you trying to treat me like a lady now?”

Jaha, still running lightly across the roof, scowled.

“What are you even talking about?”

“You’re the first person to ever carry me like this.”

“What, was I supposed to throw you over my shoulder?”

Marsilia chuckled at his reply.

“You did it when we were fighting the dragon.”

“At that time, it was urgent. And honestly, I didn’t think I liked you.”

“Is it different now?”

Jaha, running toward the [unauthorized copy]spire not far from the main palace, placed Marsilia on the flat ground and answered.

“It’s different.”

“How?”

“You can’t compare someone you know with someone you love, right?” The man, replying nonchalantly as if it were no difficult question, lifted his chin and pointed forward.

“Look at that.”

As they climbed higher, the open view revealed the sky tinged with an orange hue. Below, the ripening wheat fields were also turning a reddish shade.

When he drew his gaze back, the view of the capital appeared in one glance. Looking around, Marsilia asked, seeing Jaha squinting due to the wind.

“What are you thinking?”

“Well, I think I need to learn more about this country.” His answer was interesting.

“Why?”

Marsilia asked, hid eyes sparkling, and Jaha glanced at him briefly before answering casually.

“Because it’s the place where I’ll have to live now.”

Marsilia, feeling deep relief from his answer, smiled widely. Jaha, seeing that, chuckled lightly and narrowed his eyes as if looking far away.

“In order to become your companion, I have to love this country. It’s still difficult, but because it’s precious to you, I’ve decided to think of it as precious too.”

“You really surprise me.”

“What are you talking about?”

Marsilia didn’t answer, simply looking at the place Jaha was gazing at, smiling at the corner of his mouth.

Jaha didn’t seem to expect an answer, but he opened his mouth.

“This place is so different from my homeland. I’m worried because I don’t know much. I need to learn to read quickly.”

“It’s okay. You’re wise, so you’ll surely do well as Empress. I’ll find you a good advisor. Someone who’ll serve you well.”

“What about Gerald?”

Ah. Marsilia sighed.

“I was going to use him in the Treasury, but it can’t be helped. I’ll give way, Jaha.”

“Don’t you have to ask Gerald first?”

“I actually asked him recently if he’d be interested in working at the palace. I got a response the other day. Ah, I’ll need to rewrite his appointment letter. Serez will dislike it.” Even while grumbling, a smile lingered at the corner of his lips.

Marsilia enjoyed the sunset, looking at the same place as Jaha.

“Jaha, in the Western Continent, they call the time when the sun sets the ‘dog and wolf’s hour.’ It means it’s hard to tell whether it’s a dog or a wolf when the day gets dark.”

“That’s poetic.”

“Right?”

They whispered, enjoying the little things they talked about.

Marsilia silently prayed to the goddess, asking to keep this loveliness forever.

…

“Hmph, ah!”
Jaha clung to Marsilia desperately. Stimulated by the cock piercing his hole, Marsilia pounded Jaha even more passionately.

“Ah! Heugh!”

As Jaha tilted his head back and opened his mouth, a faint golden hue flickered. Marsilia felt a deep sense of relief upon confirming once again that his name was still engraved in his mouth today as well.

And at the same time, he looked down at his chest. As expected, letters of a similar color were shimmering. Every time the light of the letters, glistening and slick with sweat, flickered, Marsilia gasped heavily and plunged deep into Jaha.

“Uh, hnng, uh….”

The light of divine power enveloping the two grew stronger. He doesn’t know why, but for some time now, every night, divine power has been overflowing from his body.

Even though he wasn’t consciously releasing it, the intense light illuminated the room brightly.
Because of the light pouring out from the emperor’s sleeping quarters, strange rumors circulate in the palace.

After being scolded by Seres, he tried to restrain himself, but it didn’t work. The more excitement he felt, the more he couldn’t help it, so now he’s completely given up and hung two layers of curtains on the window.

Because the curtains were drawn so thickly that no light could seep through, the air in the room became stiflingly hot. Whether that was somehow heightening the excitement, Jaha’s reactions seemed to become more and more lewd.

When he poked and rubbed the thick cock inside, Jaha’s moans grew louder. Since the first time, he had become quite proactive in the act and was adapting more quickly than expected.

Just by seeing that he could get an erection from insertion alone without touching the front, Marsilia could tell how much he had changed.

As he penetrated deeply inside, Jaha’s hole tightened around his member. Marsilia let out a low groan and moved his hips as if grinding against him.

“Ah! Uh, no, ugh….”
As he moved his waist in a circular motion and rubbed his inner wall, Jaha curled up and trembled.

The long hair spread out like a peacock’s tail feathers, fluttering like a black flag. Read on As the sweat-soaked strands swayed widely before settling on the bed, Jaha looked up at Marsilia with tearful eyes.