At Hades’ muttering, Latifa’s eyelids, which had been gently touched, trembled, revealing azure pupils.

Hades, as if a wild beast growling, spoke to her with a deep voice, resonating like a roar.

“Even if you dislike me. Even if, unable to endure, you shatter into pieces, and those fragments embed themselves in my palms, I will never let you go again.”

Latifa, hearing his somewhat stern yet somewhere reliable commitment, smiled faintly and closed her eyes again.

“Sure. Let’s put that in the contract too.”

“Being in the harem seems to have made you quite cunning.”

“Too bad. Looks like I won’t be able to go twice.”

“Yeah. I’ve never done the same thing twice.”

As Hades’ voice roared like the sound of a hawk tearing off prey, Latifa burst into laughter, and soon, Hades also chuckled softly.

The sound of their laughter echoed beyond the bedroom, reaching even the footsteps of Yanan walking with the late morning.

That day, Caleb’s estate began the day with a late lunch.

The atmosphere had changed since the moment Latifa arrived at Caleb’s estate in a carriage that she descended from the palace late at night.

The quiet atmosphere that filled Hades and Latifa’s bedroom during the full moon, unlike Caleb’s estate, where the servants’ rooms were filled with cheers.

The pig spare ribs and night dishes made with abundant maple syrup by Yanan were excellent, and Lukwan sang a self-composed song for Caleb’s Kalende, making the maids shed tears while laughing.

Even the sentries and escorts who took turns on guard duty, sipping fruit liquor brought by kitchen boys one by one, tried their best to guard, preventing anyone from approaching Hades and Latifa’s bedroom.

The Moon Goddess of Caleb was no longer just Hades’ frau.

Even Hades, who had accomplished something he couldn’t do, had become a true Moon Goddess, recognized even at the palace.

“Miss Latifa, how about the hummus with cranberry and sage? The smell isn’t overpowering.”

Yanan pushed the dish with the luxurious contents in a silver platter in front of Latifa, who smiled broadly and politely declined, saying she was full.

Latifa seemed not to have noticed yet that Yanan was using a completely respectful form of speech toward her, unlike before.

“[That male wandered around like a crazed hyena for a while, but now that you’re here, he’s all excited.]”

Cäsar, chewing on a large bone under Latifa’s feet, pointed his snout at Hades and spoke. Latifa gently stroked Caesar’s fur under her feet and conveyed her thoughts.

‘Even Caesar, who speaks like that, seems excited. Did he worry about me?’

“[If you’re not around, there needs to be someone who can communicate. Won! Even if I talk for a long time about wanting deer meat, he only throws pork. If you were a little later, he might have bitten a few people.]”

‘Oh, Caesar, that man’s personality is really similar to yours.’

“[I didn’t make him like me; he probably became like me. Well, if he became like me, he’s also imperial material, I guess.]”

Hades and Caesar, who even copied Hades’ arrogant attitude, made Latifa burst into laughter. She sipped her herb tea with ice and enjoyed the moment.

“Why haven’t you gained weight when you’ve been next to piglets?”

Hades, who was sitting across from Latifa, heaped black pepper on the pita bread as he asked.

“Piglets?”

Latifa asked with a mischievous smile.

“The chubbiest princess in the harem.”

Hades, seeming indifferent, answered, generously sprinkling pepper on the bread.

Latifa, with a slightly stern expression, complained.

“General Hades. Princess Asti is not chubby. How cute she is!”
“The word ‘cute’ is used when a woman has no other merits.”

Latifa was about to say, ‘It’s the same as what Iota says,’ but she swallowed her words, thinking that he might get excited and jump again due to Iota.

“Huh, was I wrong?”

Although Hades sought agreement with an eager expression, Latifa didn’t respond. She just looked at him with a chubby face.

‘Hades General sometimes seems like a child. No, maybe mentally younger than Princess Asti.’

Yanan, who was pouring freshly squeezed cranberry juice next to Latifa, spoke to Hades.

“By the way, this morning, a proclamation from Princess Asti to General Hades has arrived.”

“Huh? For me? Not for Latifa?”

Hades, looking surprised, opened his eyes wide, then glanced at the small green scroll that Yanan was delivering. The fact that it was written on a green scroll meant that it was not just a simple message; it indicated an announcement using the authority of the Basilii dynasty, implying a somewhat weighty message.

Of course, Asti didn’t know how to write, so someone must have transcribed it for her. However, that didn’t change the significance of the message.

“Hmm, troublesome. May the infinite glory be bestowed upon the Basilii dynasty.”

Hades, as if annoyed, stood up and slightly bent his knees as a gesture of acceptance when Yanan handed it to him.