bdsm-fiction Chapter 73 A Trip of Three Under the Stars
Chapter 73 A Trip of Three Under the Stars
In the early morning, the sunlight was excessively bright.
Arthur stood on the mansion's terrace, his deep green eyes revealing a dark gold hue.
In his view, the entire sky over Tokyo was being "corrected" by something invisible.
The clouds, which should have been drifting with the wind, were now like props nailed to a blue screen, completely still.
The waves crashing against the shore of Tokyo Bay in the distance should have created a fine mist, but as soon as the mist rose, it seemed to be pushed back to the surface by an invisible hand.
The world's "breathing" is becoming shallower, with each breath shorter, shallower, and closer to suffocation than the last.
This is a sign that the "corrective force" is increasing. The world is trying to forcibly remove the "logical excess" caused by his and Aika's existence.
"It's urging us on, Your Highness." Sajō Aika walked lightly to Arthur's side, her bare feet stepping on the cold stone slabs of the terrace.
She looked up at the excessively clear sky, a mocking smile curving her lips.
"This cowardly world, realizing it can't digest 'us,' has started its rejection reaction. I really want to tear it to shreds right now..."
"Aige." Arthur turned around and gently placed his hand on the top of her head.
The soft touch of her hair came from beneath his palm, and a gentle magic flowed through his hand, calming the murderous intent rising in Ai Ge's heart.
"I came here not to destroy it. Now that this spacetime has returned to peace, it's time for us to leave."
Aige looked up, her sapphire-like eyes reflecting his backlit profile.
She reached out and grasped his hand that was pressing on her head, pulled it to her cheek, and gently rubbed her cheek against his palm.
Half an hour later, at the Tokyo Tower observation deck.
The once bustling war-damaged site fell into an eerie silence the moment Aigo stepped inside.
Aigo merely stirred her thoughts slightly, and the ordinary people around her fell into a state of "cognitive ambiguity," automatically avoiding the area.
Ayaka Sajou clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, standing behind Arthur. She looked down at the city, which was as beautiful as a sky full of stars, her eyes filled with confusion and struggle.
"Ayaka." Arthur turned around and took out a pendant carefully made of runes from his pocket.
The silver chain, with pale gold runes, and the pendant itself is a tiny white stone piece with a faint starlight shimmering on its surface.
He walked up to Ayaka, took her right hand which was clutching the hem of her clothes, and gently placed the pendant in her palm.
"The world is back on track. If you choose to stay, this amulet will protect you from any magic for the rest of your life."
You can live a peaceful life as an "ordinary Ayaka Sajou."
Ayaka looked down at the pendant in her palm, clenched it, then loosened it; the icy touch sent a chill down her spine.
She looked at Aigo and saw that her sister was absentmindedly fiddling with the magic that danced between her fingertips, her eyes filled with Arthur's reflection.
It was as if this occasion, this farewell, and her sister's choice had nothing to do with her.
"If I stay, will Aya... will she never come back?" Ayaka's voice was barely audible.
"Of course." Aika didn't turn her head, her tone almost cruelly matter-of-fact.
"I want to go to Arthur's world, where there are even more beautiful landscapes than in the biography of King Arthur."
There's a bunch of annoying women waiting to be "dealt with" by me, and as for this place, there's nothing left for me to miss.
Ayaka remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, suddenly looked up, and the timidity in her eyes was replaced by an unprecedented determination.
"I want to go too!" Ayaka shouted, clutching the pendant tightly.
"If I don't go with her, my sister will definitely mess up Arthur's world because of her recklessness! Even if it's just as an overseer, I have to protect her!"
Arthur watched this scene with a relieved smile: "Then so be it, Ayaka, Britain welcomes you."
The moment Ayaka made her decision, the previously still atmosphere suddenly began to fluctuate violently.
Click—!
The space is like a mirror that has been struck by a heavy hammer, shattering in all directions from a certain point above the rooftop terrace of Tokyo Tower.
Three figures dressed in jet-black robes, their faces covered by a void of chaos, appeared out of thin air at the top of the tower.
The agent held a dull chain in his hand, the chain engraved with patterns older than human civilization, each pattern twisting on its own.
A chilling aura, like "absolute truth," emanated from their hands.
It was neither murderous intent nor magic.
It's as if the world is telling Arthur and Aegean, "You should leave now, immediately."
"An agent of restraint."
Ai Ge gave a cold laugh, and her originally quiet pupils instantly turned into a deep, pitch-black darkness, connecting with the source, with a dark red glow slowly rotating deep within her irises.
"So impatient? They've even sent out cleaners just to get rid of us? What a cowardly and impatient world."
She raised her hand, and power began to gather at her fingertips, enough to rewrite the laws of physics.
"Step back, Aigo."
Arthur stepped forward, his silver armor instantly covering his entire body. He did not draw his sword, but merely released the full aftershocks of the Dragon's Furnace within his body.
boom--!
Golden magic swept out like a storm, and the three black figures representing the will of the world actually took a slight step back under Arthur's oppressive aura.
That was a power that transcended heroic spirits, and even the limitations of this world.
"I am not an enemy of this world." Arthur's voice clearly emerged from the magical wind pressure, calm and firm.
"The celestial orbits are set. I will take away the unsettling elements of this world. O world, cease your meaningless actions!"
The agents seemed to have no intention of reasoning; the three dark figures simultaneously swung their chains, attempting to forcibly erase Arthur's existence.
"..."
Arthur's gaze sharpened, and he gripped the Star Sword tightly with his left hand.
The anchor points are clearly sufficient for connection.
The holy sword did not unleash a destructive beam of light; instead, a pure golden crack was torn open in the void atop Tokyo Tower as the sword's blade sliced through the air.
On the other side of the crack, one can faintly hear the clear sound of bells and the roar of waves crashing against the cliff.
Ayaka looked at the crack and hugged the small bundle containing instant coffee and a notebook tightly.
She gripped Arthur's left arm... holding him with both hands, her nails digging tightly into the gaps in his arm guard.
Just before stepping into the crevice, Aika turned around and gave the three dark figures standing there a smile that was so sweet it sent chills down her spine.
"Remember my scent, restrain yourself, stay put, and don't touch anything that doesn't belong to you."
Her voice echoed in the gaps of the void, carrying the pure condescension of a superior looking down upon a subordinate.
"Arthur took me away. You should be glad. If my prince ever becomes unhappy... I will come back along this path and wipe you out completely."
Her figure disappeared into the crack, and the three agents stood frozen in place for a moment before dissipating into shattered fragments of space.
After a violent spatial tremor, Ayaka landed heavily on the soft grass, opening her eyes somewhat dazedly.
The air was filled with a rich, almost overwhelming ethereal scent, along with the faint fragrance of white flowers.
Countless tiny white wildflowers were blooming spontaneously in the grass at my feet.
On the distant horizon, there is no longer a forest of steel and concrete, but a majestic, holy, and awe-inspiring white castle.
"Arthur! You've finally decided to come back!"
On the castle terrace, a woman with dreamlike silver-white hair, holding a flower staff, is frantically waving a handkerchief.
Her voice was so clear that it could be heard throughout the royal court, startling a flock of white doves on the tower.
She leaned half her body over the balcony railing, her amethyst-like eyes narrowing into slits.
"Why did you bring back two?! I didn't have enough premium black tea to go around!"
"Merry..." Arthur looked at the familiar figure and shook his head helplessly.
However, before Mary could run down the castle, a cold, dark magic, carrying endless solemnity, swooped down from the top of the castle's highest tower.
Morgan's magnificent black and purple gown unfurled in mid-air like petals, her long hair was styled in a high bun, and a black thorn crown was placed neatly on her forehead.
She landed gracefully in the middle of the grass, her deep eyes sweeping over Arthur, over Ayaka, and finally locking onto Aika, who was holding Arthur's hand tightly.
"Merry, shut up." Morgan's voice was so cold that Ayaka shivered. She raised an eyebrow slightly, and a dangerous smile appeared on her lips.
"Arthur, my king... explain yourself, who is this little girl who exudes an aura of 'cheat code' and is clinging to your hand like this?"
Aigo took a step forward without backing down, and instead of letting go of Arthur's arm,
Instead, he leaned his entire upper body against her, revealing a bright smile.
"Want to know who I am? Well, we'll probably have to fight to explain, 'Big Sister'."
Ayaka stood to the side, silently clutching the pendant in her hand, and looked around.
A silver-haired nightmare is waving wildly on a terrace.
A witch standing at the castle gate, trying to freeze Aigo into an ice sculpture with her icy gaze.
And his sister, who was clinging to Arthur's arm, recounting "how we shared a pillow before we slept separately"...