Chapter 333 - DON'T MOVE

The Head of the Wind Magician scoffed. He looked at Arthur. "Master, do you think this is serious?"

Arthur tapped his finger on the table. "I'll let the water magicians investigate this matter. Do this secretly. I don't want the imperial guards or the royal family to know about this until we have a solution."

"As you wish, Master," the Head of the Water Magician accepted the job.

"The next issue…" Ovior brought out another topic.

'It's strange. They are not bringing up the Louses's Science issue. Do they want to hide it? I thought Arthur and Ovior would explain the situation to them. What will happen if they once see the fake Arthur outside playing with women? Arthur's reputation is already low. If this continues…'

Veronica scratched her head in frustration. 'I'm so confused. I wish I could do something. Merlin went to spy on Louses. Zinnia and Darius are working outside as well. Ironin stays in the tower which is weird. I wish I could go outside and enjoy the adventure again.'

She looked outside the window and saw snowflakes were falling. She shivered just by looking at the snow-covered woods. 'Maybe I should stop thinking about adventure right now.'

'It reminds me of Utahill. I'm not sure how those people are doing. I hope they are fine. There is a fake blessed child to take care of them. For now, let's take care of my duties. Arthur is being very supportive. I'd hate to have any separation from him. He even sang me a lullaby.'

Thinking about last night, she giggled. 'I didn't know he could sing. It was nice of him. Maybe I should tell him to sing more.'

"That will be all for today. If something else comes up, leave it for the next weekly meeting." Arthur adjourned the meeting.

"We will be off then, Master." The magicians bowed and left.

"I'm leaving too." Ovior had no reason to stay; so, he went out.

Veronica breathed out. 'Finally, I can talk to Arthur.'

"Ouch!"

"Oops! Sorry, my bad!"

'What's going on?' Upon hearing two familiar voices, Veronica came out of the corner. What she saw after that, she automatically stopped breathing.

It seemed that somehow the glass of water accidentally fell on Arthur's upper thigh. His pants were wet. Aria knelt in between his legs and wiped his thighs carefully with a pink handkerchief. 

While she was wiping his pants, Arthur sat comfortably as if he was used to it.

Veronica saw Aria's hand was going to the middle. She narrowed her eyes. 'So, she is aiming for Arthur all along. I can't let this go on.'

"What happened?" she asked.

Aria was startled and fell forward. Arthur quickly grabbed her. "Are you okay?"

Aria clung to Arthur and replied, "Yes, I am. I was just startled. That's all."

Arthur stood up and gently pushed away Aria who was clinging to him. Then, he looked at Veronica and explained it to her, "I'm soaked. She wiped it off. Nothing serious."

'Damn it!' Aria bit her tongue and forcefully smiled at Veronica. "This is just an accident. Please don't misunderstand anything."

'You want to play like that, you cow? Well, I'm game,' Veronica secretly accepted her challenge. 

She gave her an innocent smile and replied, "Misunderstanding? What are you talking about? It's just normal to wipe it clean if something gets wet. You must have important work to finish, right? Please leave. I'll take care of the rest."

'So, she wants me to leave… In her dreams!' Aria cursed inwardly. "What are you saying, Mam? It's my mistake. I'll take care of it. You are the Mistress. You shouldn't do things like that."

"You are right." Veronica smiled brightly. "I'm the Mistress. It's your duty to listen to me. Get out of the room."

After that, Aria couldn't say anything else. Without Arthur's notice, she glared at Veronica. After that, she bowed and then stepped outside. 

Arthur looked at those two with a complex expression. "Did something happen between you two?"

Veronica crossed her arms and calmly responded, "I'm not sure. Did something happen?"

Arthur tried to figure out the reason for her furious expression. "…Are you mad at me, princess?"

Veronica shrugged. "I'm not sure what you mean. You let a woman wipe your pants. Did you lose your hands?"

"Oh, is that it?" Arthur chuckled. "It's not what you think, Nica. It happened so fast, and then she wiped my pants before I could say anything. That's when you came. I didn't have enough time to react. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"Well, you looked comfortable. It was like you were used to it," Veronica spoke her mind.

"Yes… no, I mean, I'm used to this kind of thing," Arthur explained. "People serve me all the time. It's natural for me."

Veronica pointed out, "It was before marriage. Now you are married."

Arthur stood up. He patiently stated, "Nica, I know you are upset, but let me tell you this – I will never cheat on you. Aria is a talented magician, and she is my subordinate. There's nothing wrong with her wiping my leg. Relax, she was just wiping my legs."

"…Right. Since you say there is nothing wrong, there should be nothing wrong." Veronica smiled at him.

Arthur carefully observed her and asked, "Are we good?"

"Yes, sure. I'm just here to borrow some books. See you later!" Veronica quickly left. She bumped into Aria outside the room. "Were you waiting for someone?"

Aria smirked after scanning her expression. "You don't look well, Veronica. Did something happen?" She clasped her hands together. "It looks like you had a little fight with Arthur. Did he get mad at you?"

"You were planning to drive us apart?" Veronica snickered. "You have to work harder than this."

"This is just a start. Did you think Arthur would support you all the time because of what – you are his wife?" Aria tilted her head. "How blind can you become? The only reason he is still with you is that he hasn't gotten tired of you." 

She stepped forward and whispered in Veronica's ear, "Did you think he will like a little who acts like a teenager? Arthur is into real women with feminine, curvy bodies. Compared to yours, I have much on my plate. It's enough to make any man go crazy."

"Is that so? I'll look forward to it." Veronica smirked. "I hope you know that all men are not classless. Some men have a taste."

"You…" Aria abruptly turned around and wanted to argue more but some magicians were heading to Ovior's room. She didn't want to be disrespectful toward Veronica in front of other magicians. 

She clenched her fists. 'Just a few more days and then Arthur will be mine.' 

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Arthur couldn't find Veronica after that. 'I think she was really upset at that time. If she wasn't, why hadn't she come to talk to me after that? She wasn't there for lunch either. Maybe I should look for her.'

He went out and searched everywhere in the tower. When he saw a magician, he asked, "Did you see my Mistress?"

The junior magician trembled in front of Arthur. "Umm… I… I saw Mistress heading to the training ground."

"Okay, go." Arthur let the magician go.

The magician was relieved that no harm came toward him. 'Oh, Goddess! I thought I was dead today. Thank you, Goddess, for saving my life,' he prayed in his heart.

Arthur was ignorant of his subordinate's inner voice. He headed to the training ground. He teleported there without a sound. As a result, the people inside the room didn't hear him coming.

The training ground was near the swimming area. It was right above the kitchen and canteen floor. Arthur's men get trained here by Arthur and Felix. In another private section, Veronica had her own space for practicing and training.

He smiled when he spotted Veronica with Ironin. His smile disappeared when he saw her wearing a shirt, tight pants, and boots just like men. She was sweating. The white shirt got stuck with her body. Her shirt was transparent, and it was showing her light pink undergarment that was covering her breasts.

Veronica lost another fight with Ironin, and she showed frustration. "I don't like this. How can you win this time again? You are cheating, aren't you?"

"…" Ironin stared at her for a while and then stated, "Keep dreaming." Then he turned his back.

"I'm not done!" Veronica declared.

"Take a break first." Ironin held a water pouch toward her.

Veronica wanted to grab it. Their fingers touched, and all of a sudden, the water pouch slipped from his hand. She tried to hug the pouch. As she did, the water splashed and soaked her shirt and pants.

"I'm sorry," Ironin flatly apologized.

"How can you apologize without showing your emotion?" Veronica snatched his handkerchief that was hanging on his waist and demanded, "Don't move. Wipe it off."

"…I'm sorry?" Ironin thought that he heard wrong.