Bercheria smiled bitterly.

As she looked out of the darkened window again, Racraxan hugged her from behind.

Her small figure snugly fit into his large body.

“Don’t overthink it too much. Anyway, it’s just the beginning now.”

His voice, whispering in her ear with lips against her neck, was ticklish.

“I know. I believe I can handle it well.”

“Of course.”

Racraxan gently exhaled, smiling.

Compared to the time they were apart, knowing everything and being together, discussing everything, now felt more like happiness.
The days were grateful compared to the time when Racraxan lived without knowing the absolute deity, even if the absolute deity were holding a knife to his throat.

“Do you not want to go back to the north?”

“A little.”

Racraxan slowly pressed his lips against her neck.

If they were to go back, his people would live a more relaxed and prosperous life. Their king would be free, and the goddess of weather, Bercheria, would be by his side.

As Racraxan’s lips descended to her collarbone, Bercheria couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the ticklish sensation.

Racraxan embraced her more deeply as she tried to escape and whispered, “The time I lived without knowing you feels unfair.”

Even though it was a self-proclaimed matter, he felt like a child at times.

If only he had been with Bercheria more quickly, a bit closer.

Bercheria turned her body and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I feel the same way.”

Racraxan’s eyes widened at her natural words.

“You too?”

“Yes. Sometimes I feel impatient. Maybe it’s because I’ve only loved someone who chases after me, but my heart is not at ease.”

Racraxan wrapped his arms around Bercheria’s waist.

Bercheria also embraced him.

The silhouettes of the two, who were holding each other, were clearly reflected outside the window.

Racraxan lifted Bercheria’s body just as it was.

Despite the seemingly delicate physique, hidden in her was the ability to kill or save humans if her mind desired.

“When we first met, I thought that way.”

Bercheria looked up at him, her sharp chin in his two arms.

“What thought?”

“The thought that you were weak. Especially among humans, you seemed unusually small and fragile.”

“Did I? And now?”

“Now you look bigger than anyone. A goddess that everyone respects.”

Racraxan laid Bercheria on the bed and sat next to her.

The sensation of brushing away the neatly arranged golden hair on the white blanket with his hands was inexplicably pleasant.

“Bercheria.”

“Yes.”

“From now on, unimaginable pain may begin. The absolute deity is not a trivial existence.”

“I know. I’m prepared.”

“Do you have the confidence not to change your mind in any situation?”

Bercheria placed her hand on Racraxan’s cheek.

The warm body temperature seeped under her palm, and his forest-like scent poured over her entire body.

“I have confidence.”

As long as she thought of only Racraxan, Bercheria’s life would be worth it without any regrets.

What was difficult was the interference of others trying to disrupt their relationship.

Every time, she could endure it because of the belief in this man.

The trust that he would love her no matter what she did.

With that one belief, she had overcome everything until now.

“Yeah, that’s enough.”

Racraxan lowered his head and gently kissed Bercheria’s face.
With a rounded forehead, a moderately prominent nose bridge, white cheeks, and plump lips.

As he nibbled on her smooth skin, hot breath escaped from between Bercheria’s lips.

His upper body tilted, and Bercheria clung to him with both arms.

Closing her eyes, the sensations provided by Racraxan flowed smoothly over her skin.

Firm muscles pressed against Bercheria just right, creating a stimulating sensation.

Feeling him all over her body, Bercheria felt an indescribable sensation building up inside her.

It was not just filling her body, but also her heart, an emotion that could not be felt elsewhere but with Racraxan.

“I ultimately believe we will win.”

Racraxan, treating her most precious, gently brushed Bercheria’s hair as if handling the world with care.

The affectionate touch explored her back, pulling her even deeper into his embrace.

Even the air became sweeter with their movements, and Bercheria nestled her head on his shoulder.

“How do you think the wedding will be?”

Racraxan ran his fingers through Bercheria’s silky hair.

The addictive sensation of silk wrapped around his fingertips.

“Since Princess Kellita has fallen, it will naturally become a non-event. Even if it happens tomorrow, we won’t be able to bring up wedding talk until Wyat’s matter is resolved.”

“Fortunately.”

“Although Wyat is causing a commotion with his apologies, it’s thanks to him that we are at ease.”

Bercheria laughed out loud.

It was because she recalled Wyat’s insect-like eyebrows fluttering as if moved when he stopped the royal guards.

“But next time, he’ll interfere more fiercely.”

Bercheria nodded while in his embrace.

“I’ve never thought that it would be comfortable coming to the palace.”

“Yeah.”

Racraxan thought Bercheria was admirable, proud, pitiful, and lovely.

As time passed, she became a woman who didn’t cool off love but ignited it even more.

“Now we won’t part.”

Bercheria sat on his lap, using the hand that had been around his neck to tidy up his short hair.

“I know.”

Golden eyes carefully examined his eyebrows.

The subtly shaking gaze made him tense.

“Hug me, please.”

Tension quickly turned into excitement.

“I’ll hug you for a lifetime.”

Racraxan laid Bercheria on the bed, and he climbed onto the bed as well.