Chapter 253 - I'll make you love me too (R18)

I love you.

What does those words mean?

I lied on the soft mattress after dressing up into a simple mint dress. The wardrobe had several dresses prepared, and simple loafers and doll shoes. I wore a pair of simple brown loafer after letting my black hair down. It felt weird. I'm all alone in this room, without Maddie or any maid to be seen.

I haven't heard anything about the ambush. Maybe I should ask the king about it.

I walked towards the door, and as I turned the knob, I immediately realized—the king did those to me! How can I look at him in the eye now? 

The king of Feuersturm. He said he loves me. 

"It shouldn't be a big deal. They're just words," I mumbled, trying to reassure myself. Opening the door, I walked with my chin held high. Even with my stiff body, and weird sensations, I still continued to walk towards the dining hall…

The dining hall?

Where… is it?

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I finished breakfast after searching thoroughly. This castle wasn't as big as the one in Feuersturm, but still it was a castle. The king ate the breakfast with me, but we were just in an awkward silence the whole time… or was it just me? I'm not too sure. The king told me that I should rest some more.

At lunch, we ate together again.

But I only suffered at the suffocating silence—

So in the end, I wasn't even able to ask the state the country was in.

I went back to my room that noon, after I was tired of exploring the castle. I noticed we were on top of a cliff, and so in the arched windows I could see the splashing waves against the rocks. It was a sight to behold, and it looked peaceful, contrast to what was happening right now.

The king said that Orwell and the others are safe. 

"I wish I could visit them," I murmured as I sat down to the bed. 

"At dinner… I'll seriously talk to him." I said as I clenched my fist. I can't really think of anything else other than the things that previously occurred. Lying on the bed with my back flat to the mattress, I stared at the ceiling. The king looked like he was busy handling affairs about the ambush and the warlock generals. I know he's communicating with the other rulers of the countries in Zuerst.

"Ah, I know!" I stood up and went to rummage at my things. And soon I stumbled upon what I was searching for; a magic crystal—a communication orb!

I clicked the orb, and then as I did so, I whispered a spell that called upon my friends.

The orb then flickered, and for a moment there was just a static noise, but then—"Faustina, is that you!?"

"Faustina?" "She's safe!"

My eyes widened as I realized my current state—I'm not glamoured!

Immediately I cut off the communication.

"That was Michelle's voice, isn't it… Leviticus and Anakin too… I'm glad they're safe." I reached my hand to a pillow and embraced it tight.

My magic can flow properly now. And��� now that I know I'm both the daughter of a warlock and a mage, that might make me a hybrid. Or something else. I'm not too sure.

Eula would most likely scold me for thinking too much. Maybe, she would tuck me in as I fall asleep.

"Jonathan… Forsaken." I wonder.

Were they the same person?

The forsaken, the one that took Eula, had a nasty look on his face as he carried her. And he had a different aura than the person whom I regard as my 'father'. In my memories, Eula would tell me over and over again how he protected Eula and I from the man that was inside of him. He protected us from his very self. I rose from my bed and then went outside of my room. 

Since the king is busy now, and this castle has low restrictions, it wouldn't be bad to get some snacks.

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'Eula said that Jonathan had his moon seal appear on him right in his eighteenth. Since then, he had occasional soul swaps with the first warlock, Nathaniel. And it so happened that his blood components changed right after that. He was born from Maria Unsterblich, but after the seal appeared, all traces of the Unsterblich blood disappeared from him, as if he was never Maria's son in the first place. And so when he began to wreak havoc to the academy, with Nathaniel controlling his body, he was soon banned and was labeled as a criminal.' 

'Eula also told me in my memories that he brought the pregnant Eula to the tower in Zweite, where they lived in seclusion. He tried his best to conceal Nathaniel too, but he, used to be just a mage, was no match for the first Warlock. Eula then concluded that perhaps, Jonathan was the incarnate of Nathaniel. And Eula grew to believe that too, because there was no other explanation to this phenomena.'

I wrote down what I remembered as I took a sip of the wine I got from the kitchen. I bit on the gr.a.p.es as I continued to write.

'Eula also told me that I should beware of the prophecy, because it might be coming true now. They said the prophecy is the redemption of the warlocks, where they will claim the victories that was supposed to be theirs. And this foretells catastrophe never seen before. I figured that maybe that was simply what Eula was trying to tell me before she died.'

'Take care.'

I wiped the tears on the corner of my eyes. Eula died, and she died protecting me until the very end.

I hiccupped as I closed my journal. I was feeling a little sluggish, so perhaps the wine was finally taking its effect. However, instead of stopping, I drank more.

The wine was replicating the feeling of the burning sensation that I newly felt. Maybe if I could replicate that feeling over and over again, I might be able to finally understand it.

"Faustina?"

I hiccupped, turning to that source of that voice. I giggled.

"Noah," I grinned as I see him coming inside the room, heading towards me. 

"What are you doing? It's dinner time." He said, and then his sapphire blue eyes darted towards the bottle of wine above my desk, and the gr.a.p.es in a bowl. 

"This is alcohol. Even the gr.a.p.es are infused with…" The king stopped as I leaned towards him and hugged him gently.

"Hehe. Noah," I buried my face in his hard abdomen. "You're so warm."

First there was silence, and then soon I found myself being lifted by Noah. He carried me towards the bed, and then he looked down at me.

"Are you mad at me, Noah?" I asked.

He leaned down to kiss me, but I stopped him with both of my index fingers. "Answer my question first."

"…you're different when you're drunk," he simply answered and then held both of my wrists with one hand, placing my arms above my head. He claimed my lips, and I responded gently.

"What are you doing?" His voice was now hoarse, as if he was parched. 

"Kissing you," I innocently answered.

He clenched his jaw, and then stared at my eyes with his hooded sapphire orbs. "Can you answer me now?"

"About…?"

"If you love me too."

I hiccupped. "You're so straightforward, Noah."

"Because I have no time to waste," He kissed me again, but this time he was gentler. 

"I don't… need to sustain your life anymore," I said in a small voice. "You're already fine, even without me."

"I don't get why you love me." I don't even know why I'm blabbering, but I couldn't stop myself. "I'm the daughter of someone who murdered your family. Shouldn't you be hating me? Why did you love me instead? I… hic… I…"

Tears began to flow down to my face. I wiped the tears with the back of my palms as Noah watched me cry underneath him.

Noah didn't give me any reply. Instead he cupped my cheeks and then gave me a peck. His soft, butterfly kisses then went down, into the shape of my jaw, down to the base of my neck. His thumb caressed my collarbone. I don't know how he did it, but the dress came loose, until I saw that I was n.a.k.e.d before him, with only my undergarments on.

"Noah…mmph…" He kissed me a little rougher now, until I was m.o.a.ning and trying to push his chest away. "Aahn… no…"

He parted away, but instead of stopping, leaned down to my b.r.e.a.s.t and pulled the garments that covered my mounds. His lips now touched my peaks, and as he parted his lips, his tongue glided to the sensitive part around the middle. I let out a gasp as he sucked it all in, with his tongue gliding back and forth.

"N..Noah…" I m.o.a.ned. "Wh…what are you doing—"

"Agh!" My eyes widened as I feel him biting gently. His other hand then fondled my other b.r.e.a.s.t. 

He parted away and then held both the back of my legs. I saw him spreading me slowly, so instantly I closed it down. But he forced it open, as tentatively as he could.

"Don't worry," he said. "This is how far I'll go."

"How far you'll… ah!" My eyes widened as I drew a sharp breath. Noah's finger was now rubbing my delicate part, which was covered in a lace white garment. He rubbed gently, which roused noises out of me.

"No… Noah… ah! No..!" I m.o.a.ned, pleading for him to stop. He then leaned to kiss me, and suddenly I felt him shifting the garment to the side, and then—"Agh!"

He thrusted a finger in.

"N-noah… Aah…Aagh…" His finger moved back and forth, slipping in and out into my wet entrance. His eyes were looking down at me, watching my every expressions. And each time I m.o.a.ned louder, he would thrust deeper.

"No… s-something's coming out… N-noah!" 

His thrusts went faster and faster until I felt my insides tightening around his finger, the moment I found my release.

I closed my eyes, feeling exhausted.

I felt his lips in my forehead.

"Rest, Faustina." He said. "I'll make you love me, too."