His breath flowed into Bercheria, who had been harboring the fireball.
Then, little by little, the heat cooled.
Lakrahan had momentarily forgotten, but he was a descendant of a clan with ice attributes.
The only one who could save Bercheria, who had swallowed the fireball, was he alone.
Gradually, her breath cooled and color returned to her face.
Lakrahan bit his moistened lips, which had absorbed all the heat.
He took Bercheria to a secluded beach to avoid the commotion.
Small bubbles enveloped them like a blanket, reminiscent of the end that children loved in The Little Mermaid.
“Puha!”
Lakrahan exhaled first, and soon after, a short breath burst from Bercheria’s lips.
Lakrahan still held her, brushing aside her wet golden hair.
“Bercheria.”
“Haa, haa.”
Her breath reaching her jawline, she seemed surprised that Lakrahan was in front of her, wrinkling her white forehead adorably.
“Bercheria. What happened? I was in that castle…”
“Shh.”
Bercheria silenced Lakrahan’s words and pointed upwards with her finger.
“Ah.”
From the azure sky, white snow was gently descending.
“Is your power returning?”
To Lakrahan’s question, Bercheria closed her large eyes, then opened them.
It was different from when her powers returned haphazardly.
All her power was moving stably within her.
Watching the falling snow, Lakrahan felt a surge of energy, resembling Bercheria’s, flowing into him.
“The power of protection…”
It wasn’t just Lakrahan.
To Emperor Gerard who was waiting for Bercheria’s return.
To Loren and Velophia waiting for the two on the beach.
To Groobie, who looked just like Bercheria.
To everyone in Lakrahan’s castle.
In the lavish carriage.
Even to the woman sitting there, fanning herself.
“……?”
To everyone in Periat, Bercheria’s protective energy was permeating.
The snow falling from the sky melted away as soon as it touched the surface of the sea.
Snowflakes settled on both Bercheria’s head and atop Lakrahan’s sharp nose.
“I feel the aura of protection.”
Right now, Lakrahan couldn’t even feel the biting temperature of the sea water.
It was as if steel had been poured onto his skin and hardened.
He hadn’t realized Bercheria’s protection was this powerful.
“……So this is what it feels like.”
There had been no instance since Lakrahan’s birth that Bercheria’s protection had returned to Feriat.
So all he could do was occasionally imagine how it felt, how it could protect him.
“I didn’t expect it to feel like this.”
It felt like the energy of the earth, sea, and sky were permeating through his body.
A special feeling that the world was moving for him, that everything was comforting his heart and energizing his tired body.
“What does it feel like?”
“It makes me feel like a decent person.”
Lakrahan’s dark eyes gently enveloped Bercheria.
Staring into her thinly open golden eyes one by one, they intertwined warmly.
It was a gaze that put one’s mind at ease.
“Like you, Bercheria.”
Even the most insensitive person couldn’t not feel the protective aura she emitted.
Especially, Bercheria’s protection was warmer than other gods’, making people gentler.
This was something only Bercheria could do in the world.
Lakrahan brushed aside the damp blonde hair falling on Bercheria’s cheek.
“Do I dare to touch you, it makes me feel that way.”
Bercheria leaned her head into his hand and then rested her forehead on his broad shoulder again.
She felt weary.
“Then I’ll make an exception this time, take me outside.”
A short laugh burst out from between Lakrahan’s lips.
“My honor, Bercheria.”
Despite his playful response, he delicately held Bercheria as if touching glass.
He had felt this touch before, but whenever he did, he felt increasingly sleepy.
His mind was clear and clean, yet strangely, he didn’t want to move a single finger.
Bercheria hung onto Lakrahan’s neck, and he pressed her closely to his body.
His movements swimming slowly out to sea were smooth.
“Do as you wish. Whatever you want, I’ll do it all.”
The hands holding her slim back were large and sturdy, not shaking even in the rolling sea waves.
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