Chapter 201 Brynhild Hidden Fantasy 2

201  Brynhild Hidden Fantasy 2

He shook his head. Then, he turned towards her while scratching his cheek.

"I am sorry, Brunhilde…"

She flinched.

He shrugged and he chortled.

"I am sorry for making you worried every time I head out, Brunhilde…"

She understood why he apologized to her. She lowered her head and she shook her head. She wanted to say something but she was not sure what to say.

Expressing herself is her weakness.

He read her mind and he giggled.

"Well, just take the apology."

She felt uneasy, she asked him.

"Is that an order?"

"What the… order?…"

The Orpheus inside the dream could only bitterly laugh.

"I never ordered you to do anything. Just follow your heart and do what you want."

"My heart…"

She tilted her head. She seemed very puzzled by this unfamiliar term.

"Will master be happy if I do that?"

Orpheus froze up for a second because he hadn't anticipated this question but he quickly regained his cool and he sighed.

"l want to make you happy. Don't go out of your way to make me happy, okay?"

She thought about it and she said something that shook Orpheus in the dream down to his core.

"I… don't understand. But, if master I s happy then Brunhilde is happy…"

Her logic was like that of a child, simple and from the heart. He could feel her feelings for him and he was almost moved to tears.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled to calm himself down. He showered her in affection and love after taking another look at her beautiful eyes.

"I guess I am the same too!"

Orpheus beamed at her.

"As long as you are' happy then I'm happy too!"

"Now, Brunhilde, tell me, what is it going to take to give you joy right now?"

"Joy…"

She pressed her hand against her chest. It's like she's trying to stop her heart from jumping out of place.

Going by his teaching, she searched her memories for those that were tagged with happiness. After arriving at her conclusion, she voiced her earnest thoughts out loud.

"I… want to keep the following master…"

At that moment her eyes lit up. The windows of her soul lit up brighter than the moon and the stars hanging over them.

"Following master makes me happy…"

"Seriously, you…"

Orpheus was left speechless by this declaration.

He wasn't sure if she was doing this on purpose. Her every word touched his cold heart. He had to keep himself under control or his heart might just skip a bit.

But, he knows one thing: He is going to treat her right or the Gods won't forgive him.

He firmed himself up and he smiled at her again.

''Brunhilde!"

He waved at her.

"Come here…"

"Master…"

Brunhilde became coy for a moment. She's embarrassed but she did as he said.

She slowly walked out from the lake.

In Orpheus's vision, everything else disappeared. The lake, the grass, the mountains, the sky, and even the ground. He could only see this beautiful lady who tried to hide her bountiful jugs and secret garden with her arms.

He wrapped his arms around her slender and smooth waist. He warmly but firmly took her into his embrace. Then, he straddled her on himself.

"I am never going to leave your side again…"

Then, Brunhilde felt Orpheus's holy spear plunging into her cave, claiming what she had protected for thousands of years.

And soon moans echoed into the sky as the two finally united.

The dream abruptly stopped there and Brunhilde woke up in the real world, she did not leave her bed but started touching herself, her eyes burning with desire.

''Master.... Master.... Master...!!''

She kept calling master again and again as she continued touching herself all over, going to her sacred garden until her body suddenly shuddered as if something had been broken, she soon found her underwear to be wet and her fingers drenched in an unknown liquid.

Bringing her tainted fingers into her mouth she licked them, tasting the bitter taste coming from them, her desire at the moment seemed to have increased, and with somewhat absentminded eyes she mumbled.

''Master, I miss you, come back soon.''

Brunhilde filled with desire and longing had just masturbated unknowingly.

The following morning inside the garden, Brunhilde sat.

An emerald garden of grass is accompanied by luscious flower bushes. A handful of, large trees stand to the left, their leaves and branches rising high into the sky. The smaller flower bushes are trying to take all the attention in this garden, and succeeding to a large extent too; they're giving off a plethora of scents. The flower bushes reach 1.2m/4ft high but will reach far higher if they're allowed to. A path is marked with a short, wooden border, beckoning people to explore the garden, and showing them the best sights at the same time. The grass is seemingly content with their positions in the garden, none trying to reach beyond, at least not yet.

The trees, weeping willows, have stood there for years, and were once mere shadows of their currently breathtaking forms. Great care and love have made them the biggest attraction in this garden. The smaller flower bushes are nothing to sneeze at, and the flower bushes are hard to miss, but nothing can challenge the weeping willows.

Looking around and enjoying the nature scent coming from the garden, Brunhilde sighed before taking out something from the void. It was a small piece of rock she took from a certain ruin. Except for the unusual vibe this stone gave, she was unable to feel anything else but Brunhilde was sure that this stone is no ordinary stone, there was something weird about it. Remembering the hardship she went through before acquiring this stone, she was even more sure that it was not ordinary.

''Sigh! Should I go over to master's place and show him this weird stone?''

Brunhilde considered for a moment before shaking her head and focusing her attention elsewhere.

''I should try finding that traitor's whereabouts like Nix asked me to.''

Brunhilde released a thick killing intent when she muttered these words, making the plants and flowers wither but she quickly controlled her killing intent not to damage the garden. After weaving another sigh she vanished and her next destination was unknown.