Chapter 147 - TALKS OF THE TOWER

Veronica touched his hand and glanced at him. "You thought everything through, didn't you? I wish I could think of you as much as you did. What do you want me to do?" She would be glad if she could help him in some way.

Arthur thought for a while and asked her playfully, "Hmm… do you really want to do what I want?"

"Definitely. You said I have to work on your absence. All you need to do is to guide me and I can learn as quickly as possible. I may not be good at it but I will try hard." Veronica was full of determination.

Arthur told her, "All you have to do is to marry me and let me please you every day."

"Please me…" she mumbled. Her head was in the process of brainstorming what he just said.

"In bed." He made it easy for her to realize.

"!!!" Veronica's face was beet red. She pushed his chest. "What are you-" She covered her face, not letting him show her bashful expression.

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Five days passed and Veronica was adjusting herself to the new environment better than she expected. She was feeling a lot better since she didn't have to wear the wig to hide her hair. She didn't have to flee and she was free to do whatever she wanted.

No one called her a troublemaker and she was being respected by everyone. No one dared to say anything bad or glare or look down on her. It felt like she was in her own world for the first time.

Everyone's eyes were on her. By now, the whole tower knew about her existence. Her silver hair, emerald eyes, and her beautiful features were the talks of the tower. Since everyone feared Arthur, no one dared to approach her on their own; not even if they had any ill intention.

'This is an absolute paradise,' while thinking that Veronica hummed a song.

The way Arthur monopolized her every day, no one dared to take her lightly. Moreover, she was a beauty. And which man wouldn't like beauty?

To her surprise, female magicians didn't approach her with jealousy. Even if they had any kind of feelings toward Arthur, it seemed unrequired. Moreover, they feared and admired him. He never laid his hands on his female staff despite being a playboy.

Everyone was absorbed with their research and work day and night. They hardly knew the outside world.

The talk about a silver-haired girl being a blessed child was hush-hush news between the royals of Utahill, Synetia, and Riverhill. The temple knew about it since she was involved with them. Otherwise, commoners had no idea about the existence of a blessed child.

Aside from Felix, Sebastian, Ovior, and four other members she met the other day, no one else seemed to know that she was a blessed child. She felt like she was in the safest place in the world.

She trotted to Ovior's office and knocked on the door. His office was on the opposite side of Arthur's office. Half of the floor was his, and his papers' and magical artifacts'.

The door opened automatically. She didn't see him on his desk. She looked around and found him lying on the floor.

"Ovior!" she exclaimed and quickly ran toward him. She shook his body but he didn't move. She checked his pulse. His pulse was weak.  She learned it from Arthur. 'This guy fainted from the workload,' she concluded.

There was no way she could drag a huge body anywhere. She used her healing power to revive him.

Five minutes later, Ovior opened his eyes. His body was brimming with energy. 'What's this?' he raised his hand and looked at his fingers. His vision was blurry.

"Ovior, are you alright? How are you feeling?" he heard a sweet and yet concerned voice.

He turned his head and saw a blurry woman. "My glasses…" he mumbled.

"Oh, yes," she quickly and carefully put his glasses on his face.

Ovior finally had a clear vision. "It seems that I passed out again." He sat up and looked around. He was still on the floor.

"Again? It happened before?" she exclaimed. "How can you treat yourself like that?"

Ovior stood up while answering, "Miss Veronica, if your soon-to-be husband didn't goof off, I wouldn't have to go through all that."

Veronica flushed at his mention of 'soon-to-be husband'. "Didn't you send him off to cool his head?" she asked.

Ovior strode to his desk and sat down. "Yes, I gave him two months. But he was out for two years. He doesn't treat me like a human."

"…" Veronica couldn't say anything since it was partially her fault. Arthur chased after her, went to the desert, and got tied up with her.

Ovior adjusted his glasses and looked at the documents while saying, "Please don't misunderstand, Miss Veronica. I'm not blaming you even though it's partially your fault." His voice was polite but his words were sharp.

'…He is clearly blaming me,' she thought.

"Please review these documents and separate them, deciding which is important and which can wait." He handed her a bunch of papers and scrolls.

"Okay, I will finish them in no time," she promised.

They had to finish too much work before the wedding that would be held in three days. Veronica started helping him with organizing documents so that they could wrap up things faster.

At first, she started working with Arthur but he couldn't keep his hands away from her and their work was delayed. That's why Ovior took her as his assistant, saving their time.

Veronica organized half of the documents before evening. Her back and neck were aching. After talking to Ovior, she went out to get some fresh air.

She went to the garden that surrounded the Magic Tower. She already took on the duty of the garden. With the help of water and earth magicians, she created a flower garden. The deadly Magic Tower finally looked like a place where humans worked.

She was strolling in the garden with satisfaction when she heard two magicians gossiping.

"I heard that Master really dotes on her."

"Does he? As long as it's nothing to do with her beauty. If she was ugly, would she catch his eyes?"

"I also heard she was a healer. Someone was hurt during an experiment. She healed him on-site without delay. They said she is a powerful healer."

"Healer? Did Master decide to marry her for her power?"