Chapter 265: This Couple Is Showing Off

Moulin's eyes widened. The gentle movements of Hadrian's lips muddled his thoughts. Moulin could not think. His mind was blank, and his eyes were wide. He could not react when Hadrian's fingers weaved through his hair, slipping through the bound strands of silvery-white. His long fingers curved to cradle Moulin's head and pulled him closer and deeper in the kiss.

All the while, silence enveloped the whole area. Dumbfounded and shocked, the audience held their breath. It felt as though their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. 

Hadrian angled his head and pushed his tongue between Moulin's lips. It was when he felt Moulin's fingers dig into his arms did he pull away. Breathing heavily and his face painted flushed, Moulin revealed a skeptical look at Hadrian. He wasn't angry. He was surprised. Did something happen? Moulin was sure he was only gone for a few hours. 

"Did you miss me that much?" Moulin muttered as he blinked. 

A corner of Hadrian's lips lifted. "Guess..."

Moulin furrowed his brows. Hadrian was wearing a very annoying expression. If it were before, insults would have rained down on the man. Instead, however, Moulin sensed faint concern and insecurity swirling within those golden rings in his eyes. 

"M-My Lord." Fhorg snapped out of his shock and bent his head to Hadrian. 

"Your Excellency, We... " Lord Marlov took a deep breath as he glanced between Moulin and Hadrian. "We didn't know you were coming to watch the young Lord's performance."

"That is because I only told one person." Hadrian glanced at Moulin. His arm around the young man beside him didn't loosen even a bit. Knitting his eyebrows, Moulin continued to observe Hadrian's expressions. Then, at last, he discovered how Hadrian eyed Verun briefly. It was short, but the dislike flooded endlessly in the Lord's eyes. 

Moulin pressed his lips together. Is this what I think it is?

The merfolk Lord and his son greeted Hadrian. Their voices were soft like a whisper, tickling one's heart. But, as the rest said, their greeting only Verun was standing still, unmoving like a statue. The golden streaks in his antlers glistened brightly, and his pale yellow eyes locked at the sight where Hadrian's arm held Moulin close. 

The kiss the two performed before him was like a heavy slap on his face. His heart thundered uncontrollably, and seething anger filled his veins. However, he could not act recklessly. He didn't know that the young Lord's partner was none other than the High Lord of the Three Towers. The sole master of the City. 

Although he liked Moulin, he knows he couldn't face the High Lord foolishly. So, for now, he will have to withdraw. But, since they have made their relationship clear in front of him, he could do nothing but force himself to retreat from all his advances. 

A respectful expression formed on Verun's face. He lowered his head and spoke sincerely, "Greetings to the High Lord."

Hadrian's expression remained unchanged. However, his eyes deepened openly. He despised the look and resolve of the young beastman before him. He had waited for Moulin for several years, and he wasn't going to let some bastard make a move on his lover. But it seems the young Veresyah hasn't retreated. Golden eyes narrowed. 

Moulin closed his eyes and sighed. 

Yeiner, who was standing beside his father, secretly clenched his fists on his back. Then, he lowered his head so no one could perceive his bloodshot eyes. 

As Lord Marlov and the Merfolk Lord continued to praise Moulin's skills in front of Lord Hadrian, Hadrian refused to loosen his grip around Moulin's waist. The young man he imprisoned was already suppressing the urge to knock his hell on the Lord's foot. Fhorg looked away, pretending that he saw nothing. 

When Hadrian suddenly spoke that he wanted a moment with Moulin, the Lords could only helplessly draw back.

'What is it now?' Moulin sighed.

However, before they could depart, a loud voice boomed within the area stopping the pair's tracks.

"MY LORD!" 

Moulin recognized Varick's figure approaching them hastily. The man's expression was dreadfully serious when he finally stopped before them. Then, struggling to steady his breathing, Varick reported. "My Lord, we have a problem."

Hadrian's eyes narrowed. "Lead the way."

Moulin and the others found themselves making their way towards the forest past the Veresyah training field. The trees were tall and green. Moss layered their trunks, and they looked enchanting to the eye. However, Moulin didn't have time to admire their beauty. He felt like something had gone wrong. 

A shrill scream pierced through the air. It was dreadfully frightening. 

When they finally emerged from the edge of the forest. Hadrian ceased his steps, and the rest followed. 

The ground trembled violently as though it was at the brink of breaking. The deafening banging noise rang in one's ears. The vibration caused one to tremble in fear, and they were right to be afraid. 

Moulin's feet were stuck on the ground. He was still as a statue as he watched the scene before him. 

It was a giant. An Earth titan! 

It looked exactly like the Guardian of Phuna and his father. Branches woven, shaping into a goat skull head, two enormous curved horns, a human-like body. It looked precisely like Nhetecra. The only difference was it was a bit smaller in size. The Earth Titan was roaring furiously as he struggled to release itself from the hundreds of ropes binding it to the ground. The people around it were fleeing and panicking as the giant began to roar continuously. Weeds began to grow beneath its body, spreading outwards. 

"Nhetecra..." Moulin muttered as he breathed. His eyes never leaving the giant's struggling form. 

What are they doing to him?

"Put him down," Hadrian ordered. Varick nodded, and he and the Veresyahs advanced towards the Earth Titan.

"Wait!" Moulin shouted, but Varick and the others were already too far to hear him. Hadrian turned to look at Moulin curiously. In one breath, Moulin hurriedly explained. "That giant, I know him. Please don't hurt him. He's the one who brought me here to Helios."

"I thought the giant perished after saving you and your companions." 

"But now he's here. He's alive. Hadrian..." Moulin gazed at him. "Let me go to him."

"..." There was a moment of hesitation. Moulin could see that Hadrian was reluctant. However, to his surprise, Hadrian sighed and nodded his head.

"Alright. Be careful."

"I will..." Moulin grabbed Hadrian's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "Don't worry."

With that, the Lord watched as Moulin dashed away. His braided hair fluttered behind him as he moved rapidly.

"My Lord..." Marlov approached him. "Is it alright? It's a giant, after all. It will be dangerous. Many are already injured." The merfolk Lord beside him nodded in concern. 

Hadrian only glanced at them before returning his gaze. 'Trust him...'

"It's too strong!" One Veresyah shouted as the ropes began to snap in front of him. The Earth Titan roared loudly. It caused the invisible waved to sweep off the people in the area. "Set it on fire!"

"Hurry!"

"Quick, get the torches!"

People began to light the torches and charge towards Nhetecra. However, before they could hurl the flames at the giant, a powerful gust of freezing wind suddenly surged through them. In the next instant, the fires were extinguished, and they very took a step backwards when a blurred figure rushed past them. All they could make off was a long braid of white hair. 

Fhorg, who was pulling the ropes with Varick attacking the giant before them, paused in shock. "Moulin!"

Verun turned at the sound of the name. He lowered his double-edged spear blade, and his eyes widened.

The Earth Titan suddenly stopped. Its limbs released a creaking rumble as it noticed a lone figure standing dangerously close between his branchy kneeling knees. Letting out a low growl, Nhetecra lowered his head, the golden orbs illuminating the darkness within his hollow eyes stared at the slender figure beneath him. 

Every single person within the vicinity was astounded. Does this guy have a death wish?! Get out of there! 

They held their breath when the giant bowed his head and neared the young man like a beast observing its prey. However, Moulin was strangely calm.

The giant's elongated mouth was a meter before Moulin. Nhetecra lets out a huff, and Moulin squinted his eyes as the air whooshed past his body. Alarm filled the onlookers' expression. Fhorg, Varick, and Verun had gone pale white.

Out of the blue, Moulin revealed a gentle smile. His voice was as calm as springwater when he spoke.

"Nhetecra..."

When his name left the young man's mouth, the golden orbs glowed brightly. A rumbling hum of satisfaction filled the giant's being. A stream of memories entered its spirit, and Nhetecra lowered his head until he met Moulin's outstretched arm. 

Relief filled Moulin's expression as he sighed. He caressed the coiling wood on Nhetecra's hollow nose and chuckled. Moulin thought he had died. How was he alive right now? How did he survive the fall? And... why did he become smaller?

Seeing the situation stabilize before their eyes, countless people dropped to the ground and sighed in relief. Elemental titans nowadays are extremely rare, and they honestly didn't want to kill off one of these creatures. It was a good thing that this person came just in time to calm the giant. How did he do it anyway?

"My Gods..." Marlov muttered as he stared in shock. Indeed, this young man kept on surprising him even more. 

The Merfolk Lord could not believe his eyes. How did this man do it? His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the High Lord.

Lord Hadrian was calmly staring as his smiling lover interacts with the GIant creature. His golden eyes were deep and magnetic as if they could drag the youth into his arms. 

The situation calmed quickly, the damage was looked after, and the injured were hastily brought to the nearest medical wards for healing. When they turned their attention to Moulin, they feared that if the young man were to leave them, the titan would go wild once again. Moulin helplessly told them that it was alright, but no matter what he said, they begged him pitifully. In the end, Moulin could only concede. 

Why was he such a good person? He internally cursed.

"Young master Moulin cannot always look after the giant." Varick opened as he glanced at Nhetecra, who was nudging Moulin's back. Moulin patted Nhetecra as he nodded at Varick's words. A crowd had gathered around them.

"Then what do we do?"

"What if he goes mad again?"

"Even a hundred men cannot hold him."

"Is there even another person who can control giants?"

Moulin's brows lifted, "Yes, there is." He said. 

Not long after the discussion, Moulin gave Nhetecra a gentle stroke before he whispered that he would see his master again. Saying his farewells, Moulin gave Nhetecra to the care of the beast tamer Veresyahs before silently walking away.

"See?" Moulin grinned as he approached his lover. He ignored the gazes of the people around him and just focused his eyes on the man standing before him. 

Hadrian raised an eyebrow. His hand instinctively held Moulin's waist. "I had a few doubts." He confessed. "However, I trust what you can accomplish."

Moulin smiled and shook his head. 

However, they weren't finished yet. Moulin needed to go and visit a few friends.