Chapter 59: She is coming.

They remained like that for a moment, lost in each other's embrace and warmth, after all, it had been a while since they had seen each other... a few hours were too much for them! Soon, they finally separated, their eyes still filled with love and a bit hazy, as if every time they felt each other they were completely intoxicated by romance. Soon, Strax was the first to inquire.

"How are you? After we parted ways earlier today, I ended up not being able to come back faster due to some issues... well, you know," Strax asked, again, explaining more than he should, but he didn't mind, after all, he owed explanations to his wife, after all, she meant everything to him.

Samira smiled, a gentle smile. "I'm fine, Strax. Worried, but fine. Where were you? What happened? I'm sure this meeting with your damn family wasn't anything normal," she said calmly, but soon returned to her usual fierceness.

Strax took a deep breath, preparing to share everything that had happened since he left the mansion. He knew he would hear some things that, well... He already knew Samira and knew what she would say, well, there was nowhere to run, right?

Sure enough, Strax recounted everything that had happened, but she ignored everything and only commented on the last part; he was already expecting that, so he was already preparing himself.

"You've been quite chivalrous lately, haven't you?" Samira questioned, her eyes narrowing as she looked deeply at Strax as if she were about to stab him at any moment. "Hey, calm down! I just helped an innocent nun!" Strax said, raising his hands in surrender, but that didn't convince Samira.

"Tsk, you're terrible," she bit her tongue as she accused him, her eyes still quite possessive as he approached her. "Stop this, I did it because I thought, 'What if it were my beautiful wives?' Then I had to act, besides, I don't like to think I'm neglecting a servant of God," Strax said with a charming smile, but Samira wasn't going to fall for it. "Since when do you believe in gods?

You're a demon!!" She growled, Strax just smiled and hugged her tighter. "You love this demon, that makes you a demon too," Strax said, smiling at her.

"You're annoying," she said, surrendering to his arms. "And you love it," he murmured, leaning closer to her lips and kissing them gently. A very calm and controlled kiss, unlike usual.

"Your lips still taste as good as ever," he said with a mischievous smile, and she just replied, "You're still shameless"...

A few hours passed, and Strax and Samira, after eating, were lying in bed talking.

"Hinna and Vine... it's been years since I heard about those two," Samira said, hugging Strax and laying her head on his chest. "Yeah, I barely remembered them at the same time, those two..." Strax said, seeming to remember many bad things. "What surprises me is Xenovia, she doesn't seem..." Samira began to speak and Strax completed, "Different."

"Of course, I would understand if she were just being cold with me, but worrying? That's far from my expectations... besides, she wants to send me to that Idiotic Academy," Strax said, "That will be a problem for us, after all, I don't plan on being away from you for anything in this world." Strax continued as he stroked Samira's head. "I...

Beatrice reflected for a moment. "Privacy is important, especially for Strax. He needs a place where he can recover and train without interruptions. However, we also need to be connected to the center, perhaps a property that offers a balance between the two things would be ideal, something with a training field but close to commerce." Monica flipped through the documents, picking one of the pages.

"Here's a property that seems to fit well. It's a mansion located a reasonable distance from the center, surrounded by a forested area that ensures privacy; we can make a training field. At the same time, it's only a short trip from the main facilities of the duchy." She said, she was really committed to getting a place for them, after all, it was also for her in a way.

Beatrice took the document and read it carefully. The mansion was impressive, with enough land for future expansions and an environment that exuded tranquility. "This one seems perfect," she said, looking at Monica with a smile. "Let's schedule a visit as soon as possible."

Monica made a quick note. "Of course, madam. I'll make the necessary arrangements as soon as we arrive at the Duchy."

A few minutes later, Beatrice and Monica's carriage finally approached the imposing gates of the duchy. The knights kept watch, watching carefully as the carriage approached.

Beatrice, with her always elegant posture, observed the scene in front of her. Monica, beside her, organized the necessary documents for entry.

"We're finally here," Beatrice said, "Finally I'll be able to see Darling." She said, "Yes, madam. Soon you'll be able to see him again," replied Monica, a sweet smile on her lips.

The carriage came to a smooth stop in front of the gates, and one of the guards approached, lightly tapping on the door. Monica opened the window and handed the guard the documents confirming her identity and the reason for their visit.

"Beatrice Von Steinhardt," the older guard said, but she simply replied, "Strax Vorah's wife." Coldly... upon hearing that... the guard gave a slight tremble and quickly responded, "You may pass!" The guard looked to the other two who held halberds for approval, and they nodded quickly...

The gates began to open slowly, and the carriage continued its path... "What was that about?" Beatrice asked Monica, who didn't even know what to say, only commented, "Perhaps he has caused some chaos around here before..." Meanwhile, Beatrice returned to looking out the window, absorbing the beauty and grandeur of the place.

It was one of her first times coming to the Empire's Capital, so everything was new to her.

"Monica..." she murmured, "Yes?" Monica questioned after arranging all the documents in her small purse... "Why do I have the feeling that Strax isn't alone?" She asked, feeling something... strange...

"You're overthinking it, aren't you? I mean, he wouldn't find another woman in two or three weeks," Monica said... "Well... I hope not."