Chapter 93: Hera's Kiss Seals Her Life
The heavy oak door closed slowly behind him, cutting off the non-existent bustle of the corridor.
Only the sound of two ragged breaths remained in the room.
Arthas carried Hera to the large bed covered in soft velvet and gently laid her down.
The moment Hera's back touched the bed, her whole body trembled as if struck by an electric shock.
Her face was already as red as a ripe apple from the Divine Realm, with a seductive crimson tint spreading to her neck and earlobes.
Arthas straightened up, wanting to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere that felt like it was about to explode.
But he found the hem of his clothes being tightly gripped.
"Don't go..."
Hera's voice was as thin as silk, yet it held an inexplicable persistence.
She reached out, wrapped her arms around Arthas's waist, and pressed her burning cheek against his cool clothes.
Those hands were not idle; they slid through the gaps in his clothes, touching the warm skin beneath.
Her fingertips lightly brushed across Arthas's firm abdominal muscles, bringing a tingling sensation.
They were even moving downward bit by bit, her intention very clear.
Arthas's body instantly stiffened like a rock, and alarm bells rang in his head.
"Sister Hera..."
Arthas took a deep breath and suddenly reached out to grab the mischievous hand.
He used enough force that Hera couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
He turned around, kneeling on one knee by the bed, his gaze level with Hera's.
The usual playfulness and laziness were gone from those golden eyes, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
"Sister Hera, you don't have to do this."
"There's really no need."
Hera froze, a flicker of panic and confusion crossing her eyes.
"What... what do you mean by no need?"
"Do you despise me?"
"Do you despise me for being an old woman who was once married? Or do you despise me for not knowing how to please a man?"
Her voice began to tremble, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes.
Arthas sighed, tightening his grip on her hand.
"What are you thinking? How could I ever despise you?"
"You are the Queen of Olympus, so noble and beautiful."
"I just don't want you to do this."
"I said I would protect you all."
"As long as I am in Asgard, no one will be able to bully the goddesses of Olympus."
"This is my promise, and my responsibility."
"You don't need to use this method... sacrificing yourself this way to trade for my protection."
"Don't you believe me?"
Arthas looked into her eyes and asked, word by word.
Every word was like a heavy hammer, striking Hera's heart.
Hera bit her lip and shook her head frantically.
"No, of course I believe you."
"You are Arthas, the hero who pulled us out of the abyss."
"How could I not believe you?"
"But..."
She lowered her head, not daring to look into Arthas's eyes.
"But what?"
Arthas pressed.
"There are no 'buts'."
"I, Huwen Odinson, am a man of my word."
"I do what I say."
"Mhm, I believe you, Little Wen."
Hera finally looked up, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"But... I've already gone this far."
"I've even shamelessly offered myself to you like this."
"And yet you still reject me."
"Do you hate me?"
"Or... do I have no attraction for you at all?"
She looked at Arthas, her eyes full of humility and pleading.
It was the vulnerability of a proud woman who had laid down all her dignity.
Arthas was now completely flustered.
He feared women's tears most, especially from a beauty of this caliber.
He waved his hands hurriedly, explaining incoherently.
"No, no! Absolutely not!"
"How could I hate you?"
"I like you more than enough!"
"Sister Hera, you are so beautiful, your figure is so good, and you have such elegance."
"Any man would be moved!"
"I'm the same!"
"Then why..."
Hera asked, sobbing.
Arthas took a deep breath to calm himself down.
He took Hera's hand again and placed it on his chest.
"Because I don't like it this way."
"I don't like actions that involve an exchange of interests."
"I don't want you to give yourself to me just because you want to find a backer for Olympus or to please me."
"That wouldn't be fair to you, and it wouldn't be respectful to me."
"If possible,"
"I hope you can act from your heart."
"Because you truly like me and want to be with me."
"And not for anything else."
"Feelings should be pure, shouldn't they?"
Arthas's voice was soft, yet firm.
In this Divine Realm filled with political marriages and calculated interests,
these words were like a breath of fresh air, striking Hera's very soul.
Hera looked at the youth before her, who was thousands of years younger than her.
She looked into his sincere eyes.
The defense in her heart completely collapsed.
Tears of emotion poured out like a flood through a broken dam.
She had never heard such words before.
Zeus had only ever treated her as a trophy or a decoration.
No one had ever asked what she thought, or hoped for her pure love.
"Wuu wuu wuu..."
Hera threw herself into Arthas's arms, crying uncontrollably.
Her tears soaked a large patch of the armor on Arthas's chest.
"Hey, hey, Sister, don't cry."
"Why are you crying even harder?"
Arthas hurriedly patted her back, as if coaxing a child.
"Wasn't I just confessing? Why does it feel like I'm bullying you?"
After a while, Hera finally stopped crying.
She looked up, her red-rimmed eyes shining with an unprecedented brilliance.
"Little Wen..."
"Although I did want to use our relationship to bind you more deeply to Olympus,"
"that was my selfishness, I admit it."
"But..."
She sniffled, a shy yet determined blush appearing on her face.
"I definitely like you too."
"I truly like you."
It was you who rescued us from that dark Olympus."
It was you who stood before us time and again, shielding us from the wind and rain."
It was you who helped me find my dignity and hope again."
I've liked you for a long time."
Back in the Abyss, when you risked your life against that monster to save us,"
I had already fallen in love with you."
It's just... I never dared to say it, after all, I've been married..."
At this point, Hera found courage from somewhere.
Perhaps she was moved by Arthas's sincerity.
Or perhaps her emotions, suppressed for thousands of years, had finally found an outlet.
She suddenly raised her head, cupping Arthas's face in her hands.
Closing her eyes, she pressed her two trembling lips against Arthas's.
This was not just a kiss.
This was the Queen of Olympus's first kiss given out of true sincerity in thousands of years.
It was clumsy and inexperienced, yet filled with passionate emotion.
Arthas's pupils contracted, and his mind went blank for a moment.
But soon, he felt the feelings being transmitted.
There was no technique, only pure love.
He didn't push her away; instead, he reached out and gently took her by the waist.
In this quiet room, on this night filled with an ambiguous atmosphere,
the two exchanged their breath and heartbeats.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
After a long time, their lips parted.
As if she had used up all her strength, Hera slumped back onto the bed.
She was too ashamed to even look at Arthas, pulling the quilt over her head and wrapping herself up like a silkworm larva, with only a few golden strands of hair showing.
Her muffled voice came from under the quilt.
"Don't... don't look at me..."
"This is so embarrassing..."
Arthas sat by the bed and reached out to touch his lips.
Hera's warmth and scent seemed to linger there.
It was sweet, with a hint of saltiness from her tears.
He smiled.
He smiled happily and contentedly.
This was what he wanted.
Not an exchange of interests, not a forced sacrifice.
But a willing love.
"Sister Hera."
He called out softly.
"I understand."
"I've received your feelings."
"However..."
He reached out and patted the "silkworm" through the quilt.
"Let's take things slow, okay?"
"Matters of the heart can't be rushed."
"I want every step we take to happen naturally."
The quilt moved.
After a long while, Hera's soft response came.
"Mhm..."
"I'll listen to you."
That voice was so obedient it didn't sound like a Queen at all.
It sounded more like a newlywed bride.
Arthas stood up and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.
"Then... I'll head back first."
"Get some good rest."
"See you tomorrow."
Just as Arthas was about to turn and leave,
a hand suddenly reached out from under the quilt and grabbed the hem of his clothes.
Hera poked half her head out from the quilt.
Her blush hadn't faded, and her eyes flickered, as if she found something hard to say.
"Little Wen..."
"There's... there's one more thing."
Arthas stopped and looked at her with some confusion.
"What is it?"
Hera bit her lip, seemingly in a fierce mental struggle.
Finally, she spoke.
"That... well..."
"The other sisters..."
"Athena, Artemis, Hestia, and the others..."
"They might... you know."
"They actually... like you too."
"Although they don't say it, I can tell."
"The way they look at you is the same as I do."
Arthas's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This plot progression... why does it feel a bit off?
He just got a confession, and she's already promoting her sisters?
Is this the legendary "buy one, get many"?
"Well... Sister Hera."
"Aren't you pushing me into a pit of fire?"
"I can barely handle one, and now there's a whole group?"
Hera lowered her head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"I know this might be a bit... that, for you."
"But... the sisters of Olympus have always been one."
"We've been through so much suffering together."
"I hope... they can find happiness too."
"And... you are the best man in the world."
"Besides you, I can't think of anyone else who would be worthy of them."
"So... I hope you'll give them a chance too."
Looking at Hera's earnest gaze,
Arthas just felt a massive headache.
Not only was she the Queen, but she was also a competent "big sister."
Even at a time like this, she didn't forget to seek benefits for her younger sisters.
Should I cry or laugh?
"Alright, alright, I get it."
"Let nature take its course, okay?"
"As long as they don't pull a'surprise attack' like you did today, I'll give them a chance."
"Is that okay?"
Only then did Hera show a satisfied smile.
"Thank you, Little Wen."
"You're so good."
"Sister Hera, you should get some rest."
"If I don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist devouring you."
Arthas made a joke and then quickly slipped out of the room.
Hera's shy chuckle followed behind him.
Leaving Hera's suite and walking down the quiet corridor,
Arthas felt like he was walking on air.
Everything that happened tonight was just too surreal.
The Queen of Olympus had actually confessed to him.
And it was a heart-and-soul kind of confession.
She even took the initiative to push her sisters onto him.
If this got out, it would probably send Zeus's coffin lid flying from rage.
"They all like me..."
Arthas rubbed his chin, recalling the "Echo of Love" list he had seen earlier.
"It seems that skill is quite accurate."
"Athena and the others' favorability ratings really aren't just for show."
"That means..."
"I really have a chance to conquer the entire Olympian Pantheon?"
Thinking of this, Arthas felt no fear; instead, an inexplicable excitement welled up within him.
This was a man's ultimate dream!
However...
He seemed to have completely forgotten.
Besides Hera and the others on that list,
there were two even more heavyweight names.
Aphrodite and Frigga.
The two names with the highest and most dangerous favorability.
His brain had automatically filtered them out.
"Yeah, it must be the love of an elder, right."
"A system bug, no need to pay it any mind."
He brainwashed himself once again.
Completely unaware that this was the greatest shura fieldof the future.
Arthas hummed a little tune, walking happily toward his Private Chambers.
The moonlight is truly beautiful tonight.
Life is really full of hope.
He just didn't know how he would face that group of "goddess sisters" who were eyeing him like prey tomorrow.
How should he handle it?
Whatever, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.
As long as there is love in the heart, everywhere is heaven!
Chapter 94: Trial by Three Wives
Arthas hummed an unknown tune, pushing open the doors to his Private Chambers with a light step.
The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the wind is quite noisy.
He had settled things with Hera and confirmed that it was the "Echo of Love" rather than just unrequited affection.
This filled him with infinite longing for his future life as the God King.
However, just as one foot crossed the threshold...
A golden light darted out from the darkness like a spirit snake.
Before he could react, his body was bound by a massive force.
It was the Lasso of Truth, which he was all too familiar with.
"Hey, hey, hey? What's this for?"
"It's me, Arthas! Your husband! One of your own!"
Arthas cried out in surprise as his body was uncontrollably pulled onto a chair in the center of the room.
Then he was tied firmly to it.
The lights in the room suddenly flared to life.
Appearing before him were three stunning faces, all currently etched with "I am not happy."
Diana, Sif, Brunhilde.
The three strongest female warriors of Asgard, and also his three The Principal Wife.
They were currently surrounding him in a triangular formation.
Diana wore her classic red and blue Wonder Womanarmor, the metallic sheen gleaming under the light, highlighting her heroic spirit.
She raised one foot, and her red high-heeled combat boots stepped unceremoniously onto Arthas's chest.
The heel pressed down slightly against his breastplate, making a faint metallic grinding sound.
She looked down at Arthas from above, her lips curling into a dangerous arc.
"Dear Little Wen, dear husband."
"Returning so late, you seem to be in a very good mood."
Sif and Brunhilde stood on either side of Diana.
Both had their arms crossed, looking at him with cold indifference.
Sif gave a cold snort, her originally lively large eyes narrowing into slits.
"Hmph, she is the Queen of Heaven, after all."
"I bet Brother Arthas was wishing for this, wasn't he?"
"Escorting someone back to their room, and it takes a whole hour."
"Who knows what kind of bad things were being done inside."
Although Brunhilde didn't speak, her eyes looking at Arthas were filled with "confess for leniency, resist for severity."
"My King, you must exercise restraint."
"Even though your body is a divine body, it cannot withstand such exhaustion."
Arthas felt his scalp tingle.
This lineup was even more terrifying than facing Surtur.
Especially Diana's foot on his chest; although she didn't use much force, the sense of pressure was suffocating.
"I'm being framed! My dear wives!"
"I really went to do proper business!"
"You know, the banquet today..."
"I was just helping others! Respecting the elderly and loving the young!"
"Hera... Aunt Hera sprained her ankle, I couldn't just stand by and watch, could I?"
"Sprained her ankle?"
The pressure from Diana's foot increased slightly.
"A Major God several thousand years old, spraining her ankle on flat ground?"
"That excuse is only good for fooling a three-year-old child."
"Do you think we didn't see?"
"Even though we didn't go to the banquet, our eyes aren't blind."
"And..."
She leaned down, her face close to Arthas's, her nose almost touching his.
"The Lasso of Truth is on you."
"If you dare tell a single lie..."
"You know the consequences."
Arthas glanced at the golden rope on his body and immediately deflated.
Before the Lasso of Truth, all lies were futile.
He could only honestly confess.
"Alright, alright, I confess."
"Hera indeed has feelings for me."
"She intentionally feigned weakness today to get close to me."
"Just now in the room... she indeed confessed her love to me."
"She even... even did that thing."
At this point, he looked at Diana with a bit of a guilty conscience.
"Did that thing?"
Sif instantly bristled, her hand tightening on her sword hilt.
"Shameless! To actually seduce a married man!"
"And she's an elder!"
Brunhilde also sighed and shook her head.
"My King, your self-control is too poor."
"Will you eat whatever is delivered to your door?"
"No, no! I didn't eat!"
Arthas quickly explained.
"I refused right then and there with righteous words!"
"I said I don't like exchanges of interest, I want to trade heart for heart!"
"Then... then she was moved to tears."
"She said she had actually liked me for a long time, both for Olympus and for herself."
"And then... we just kissed once."
"Really, just one kiss!"
"I swear!"
The Lasso of Truth still emitted a soft golden light, not turning red or tightening, proving he was telling the truth.
Hearing this, Diana withdrew her foot from Arthas's chest, her expression softening slightly.
"Hmph, at least you're sensible."
"If you dared to mess around behind our backs, I would definitely give you a piece of my mind."
She turned and sat on the nearby bed, crossing her legs.
"Dear Little Wen, can you explain something to me?"
"Regarding the thoughts of those goddesses from Olympus."
"How do you plan to handle it?"
"Don't think I don't know; every one of them looks at you like they want to devour you."
Arthas breathed a sigh of relief; as long as the Lasso of Truth didn't tighten, it meant half the battle was won.
He organized his words and said seriously.
"My dear wives, look."
"Olympus has just merged into Asgard, and people's hearts are unstable."
"Those goddesses might say they submit, but they must still feel uneasy in their hearts."
"They need someone to rely on, a guarantee."
"And I, as the person who brought them out, naturally became that reliance."
"Besides... political marriage is indeed the best choice at the moment."
"It allows the two Pantheons to merge completely, becoming inseparable."
"Furthermore."
Arthas glanced at the expressions of the three women and said cautiously.
"Didn't you form that 'Goddess Alliance' or something?"
"I thought... you had already accepted them."
"Since they are all members of the alliance, then... entering the same household is only a matter of time."
"After all... I am the future God King."
"Having a few more royal concubines is also for the prosperity of Asgard."
This was spoken somewhat shamelessly, but it was indeed the truth.
Diana rolled her eyes at him but didn't refute.
"Hmph, we have accepted them."
"I'm not an unreasonable, jealous woman."
"I also know that as the God King, it's impossible for you to have only the three of us by your side."
"That group of goddesses from Olympus, in terms of status, strength, and appearance, are indeed qualified."
"And Sister Hera and the others are indeed quite pitiful."
"We don't oppose them joining the family."
Sif and Brunhilde also nodded.
Although they felt a bit sour in their hearts, they understood this was the general trend.
"However!"
Diana's tone shifted, and her gaze became sharp again.
"What we're angry about is that you actually didn't discuss it with us!"
"Shouldn't this kind of matter be reported to the The Principal Wife of the house first?"
"You went and settled things with her all secretly."
"Then escorted her back to her room, leaving us here to guess."
"What do you take us for?"
"Air?"
"Exactly!"
Sif echoed.
"Brother Arthas, you're being too disrespectful!"
"At least give us some mental preparation!"
Brunhilde added another blow.
"My King, if word of this gets out, how are we supposed to show our faces in the Valkyrie Legion in the future?"
"Not even knowing our husband is taking a concubine."
Arthas finally understood.
It wasn't that they wouldn't let him take a concubine, but they were angry he didn't report it.
This was easy to handle!
His attitude in admitting fault had to be excellent!
"I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"My dear wives, I was really wrong!"
"I promise I will never act first and report later again!"
"No matter the situation, I will report to the organization immediately!"
"I beg my dear wives for mercy, please let me off this once!"
Seeing Arthas's pitiful look as he begged for mercy.
The three women looked at each other, and the anger in their eyes finally dissipated.
Replacing it was a more dangerous light.
Diana stood up and untied the Lasso of Truth.
"Let you off?"
"It's not that easy."
"If you make a mistake, you must be punished."
"This is the rule of Asgard, and it's also the rule of our home."
As she spoke, she began to unfasten the buckles of her armor, the sound of metal hitting the floor crisp and pleasant.
...
"Since Brother Arthas's energy is so abundant."
"Having just settled the Queen of Heaven and still having the strength to beg for mercy here."
"Then let's not let it go to waste."
"Tonight,..."
Brunhilde pushed Arthas directly onto the bed.
"My King, are you ready to accept your judgment?"
...
He swallowed hard.
"Um... can you be a bit gentler?"
"I still have to work tomorrow..."
"Stop talking!"
...
The lights in the room did not go out.
Instead, they grew even brighter.
That was due to the radiance produced by the explosion of divine power.
The golden Lasso of Truth was thrown on the floor, entangled with the silver Valkyrie armor.
This night was destined to be long and intense.
..., it was an intertwining of love and punishment.
Shadows on the wall swayed like trees in a gale.
...
After all, this was a responsibility that a God King must bear.
It was also the "physical price" that must be paid for family harmony.
While Arthas's side was in the middle of a "repayment in kind."
In Hera's suite on the other side of the Golden Palace.
The atmosphere was a completely different scene.
Hera was sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, holding a cup of hot tea.
The shy blush on her face hadn't completely faded.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open slightly.
Several beautiful heads peeked in.
It was Athena, Artemis, Hestia, and Eros.
"Sister Hera?"
"Are you asleep?"
Athena pushed up her glasses and asked in a low voice.
Hera rolled her eyes at them in annoyance.
"Come in."
"I know you've been listening outside for a long time."
The group then entered one after another, laughing.
Instantly, Hera's large bed was crowded to the point where no water could pass through.
Each of their eyes glittered with the light of gossip.
"How was it, how was it?"
Hestia was the most enthusiastic, climbing directly onto the bed.
"I saw Arthas's steps were a bit light when he came out."
"Did you... do that?"
She made a suggestive gesture.
Hera's face turned red again.
"What are you thinking! We didn't get to that step!"
"We are decent gods!"
"He... he refused."
"Eh?"
The goddesses let out a sigh of disappointment.
Artemis was even more incredulous.
"Refused?"
"He didn't eat the meat delivered to his mouth?"
"Is he... incapable?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Hera immediately retorted, her protective manner startling everyone.
"He... he did it to respect me."
"He said he doesn't like exchanges of interest, he wants to trade heart for heart."
"He said he hopes I'm with him because I like him."
Hearing this, the room fell silent for a moment.
Athena nodded thoughtfully.
"I see."
"That indeed fits his character."
"However... this also shows he really has put you in his heart."
"Sister Hera, you didn't lose out this time."
"Not only did you capture the man, you captured his heart."
Hera lowered her head somewhat shyly, her fingers twining around the corner of the quilt.
"Mm..."
"He really is very good."
"Even better than I imagined."
"And..."
She looked up at the sisters around her.
"I also spoke to him."
"About your matters."
"Our matters?"
Hestia was a bit confused.
"What matters do we have?"
"Stupid!"
Artemis tapped her on the head.
"It's... it's that matter!"
Hera smiled.
"I asked him to leave an opportunity for you all as well."
"He agreed."
"Although he was a bit helpless, he agreed."
The goddesses' eyes instantly lit up.
Like hungry wolves seeing meat.
"Really?"
"Long live Sister Hera!"
Hestia cheered and hugged Hera.
"Great! I want to have a sweet romance too!"
Although Athena appeared calm, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
"In that case."
"We need to formulate the next step of the plan."
"Sister Hera's 'weakness offensive' has already succeeded."
"Next, we need to formulate a dedicated strategy based on each person's characteristics."
"Exactly!"
Artemis clenched her fist.
"Since Sister Hera has made a good start."
"Then we can't fall behind."
"We must completely capture Arthas!"
"Make him the exclusive god of our Olympus!"
The room was filled with laughter and beautiful longings for the future.
This night, the goddesses of Olympus completely cast aside their reserve.
For that common goal, they united.
And at this time, Arthas...
...
Looking at the ceiling, he wanted to cry but had no tears.
"This life of a God King..."
"Why does it feel more tiring than fighting a war?"
However.
Looking at the three beloved wives sleeping soundly beside him, feeling that heavy but real happiness.
He felt again.
All of this seemed quite nice.
At least the house is very lively, isn't it?
Chapter 95: The Great Escape of the god of pure love battles
The first rays of morning sunlight had just spilled onto the glazed tiles of the Golden Palace.
Arthas had already begun his "great escape" for the day.
Ever since Hera's successful "lead charge" that day.
All the goddesses of Olympus seemed to have flipped some strange switch.
Reserve?
What is that? Is it edible?
Before, they were just casting flirtatious glances; now, it had turned into outright robbery.
In the corridors, the gardens, and even at his bedroom door, goddesses lurked everywhere, waiting for a "chance encounter."
"Your Highness Arthas!"
Athena, clutching a stack of documents taller than herself, blocked the entrance to the Council Hall.
Those eyes, filled with wisdom, flickered with a sharp light.
"Regarding the proposal for the cultural integration of Asgard and Olympus."
"I think we need to find a quiet place to discuss this in depth."
"Ideally at night, and ideally in your room."
"After all... academic research requires privacy."
As she spoke, she even tried to tug on Arthas's sleeve.
The movement was so practiced it seemed as if she had rehearsed it countless times.
Before Arthas could even refuse.
Artemis rushed over from the other side, carrying two freshly hunted rabbits.
"Don't listen to that nerd!"
"Arthas, look!"
"I just caught these in the Divine Realm Forest."
"They're quite fresh."
"Come on, let's go to my Temporary Palace, and I'll grill some meat for you."
"By the way... I can teach you some special Archery poses."
"The kind that must be taught hand-in-hand."
She emphasized the words "hand-in-hand," her gaze scanning over Arthas.
As if he were the rabbit waiting to be slaughtered.
Arthas's scalp just felt numb.
These weren't goddesses.
They were a pack of wolves that had been starving for thousands of years!
Although he had indeed agreed to give them a chance and let things take their natural course.
But this was far too unnatural!
This was simply a forced transaction!
"Um... sisters."
"I just remembered, I have a very urgent matter to report to Father."
"It's an absolute emergency!"
"Let's reschedule for another day!"
With that, he directly activated Space Magic.
With a whoosh, he vanished from the spot.
Leaving behind a group of goddesses stomping their feet in frustration.
A flash of light.
Arthas appeared in a corridor deep within the Golden Palace.
Leaning against the wall, he gasped for breath.
He wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Terrifying..."
"Are these women crazy?"
"I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my title as the god of pure love battles."
He looked left and right, and after confirming there were no pursuers.
He began to consider his current situation.
Go back to the Private Chambers? Definitely not; Dianaand the others were likely waiting to interrogate him.
Go to the Council Hall? That would be walking right into a trap.
Go to the Training Ground? It was full of Valkyries, which was even more dangerous.
"Where is it safe?"
"Where can I go to avoid those eyes that look like they want to devour me?"
Arthas pondered hard.
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the carved door at the end of the corridor.
That was the Private Chambers of the goddess queenFrigga.
And for the past few days, his biological mother Aphroditehad also been staying there.
Supposedly, these two "mothers" had hit it off immediately and spent all day together discussing parenting.
"Of course!"
"Mom's place is definitely the safest!"
"There is only pure motherly love there!"
"None of those messy desires!"
At this thought, Arthas was like a drowning man clutching a life-saving straw.
He straightened his disheveled clothes.
He walked quickly to the door and, without even knocking, pushed it open and entered.
Then he reached back and locked the door tight.
He even added two magical seals.
Only after doing all this did he let out a long sigh of relief.
He turned to look into the room.
The spacious and bright room was filled with a faint scent of incense.
Frigga and Aphrodite were sitting on a soft couch by the window.
A small tea table sat between them, topped with exquisite refreshments.
Both were holding needles and thread, seemingly sewing something.
Seeing Arthas burst in looking so shaken.
Both were momentarily stunned.
Then, both their faces broke into doting and gentle smiles.
"What's wrong, Little Wen?"
Frigga set down her needlework and stood up.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Is there a monster chasing you?"
Seeing these two familiar and kind faces.
The grievances in Arthas's heart instantly erupted.
He rushed over in a few strides and threw himself onto the soft couch.
Squeezing himself between the two mothers.
"Monster?"
"That's much scarier than a monster!"
"Mothers, you have no idea; those women outside are crazy!"
"I was almost eaten alive by them!"
Aphrodite looked at her son's spoiled behavior.
Her heart was melting.
She reached out and stroked Arthas's head, smoothing his somewhat messy long hair.
"Oh, my poor baby."
"It seems being too popular is also a kind of trouble."
"But it also shows how charming my son is."
"After all, you inherited your mother's beauty."
Though she teased him, her movements were incredibly gentle.
Her fingertips lightly brushed across Arthas's cheek with a trace of imperceptible attachment.
"What's the use of being charming?"
"I don't even dare to go out the door now."
Arthas buried his face in the couch's cushions, his voice muffled.
"It's still better here."
"It's still safest here with Mom."
"None of those scary looks."
Hearing this, Frigga and Aphrodite exchanged a look.
A strange light flickered in both their eyes.
Safe?
No desire?
Silly child, you've just left the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair.
It's just that the "tigers" here have more elegant table manners.
"Since you're tired, rest here for a while."
Frigga said with a smile.
She reached out and moved the tea table aside a bit to make more room.
Then she patted her lap.
"Come, lie down."
"Mother will massage your head for you."
"You must be exhausted from handling government affairs these past few days."
Arthas looked up at Frigga's smile, which was filled with maternal radiance.
He didn't think twice.
He rolled over and rested his head on Frigga's plump, rounded lap.
"Mmm..."
Arthas let out a comfortable sigh.
Is this the legendary lap pillow?
It really is the most healing thing in the world.
That soft sensation, that perfect amount of elasticity.
And that faint milky scent, like something dried in the sun.
It caused his tense nerves to relax instantly.
Frigga's fingers pressed gently against his temples, kneading with moderate pressure.
Every touch hit his sore spots perfectly.
"Does it feel good?"
Frigga asked softly.
Looking down at the handsome face so close to her.
Watching him with his eyes closed, looking so blissful.
Her gaze gradually became somewhat deep.
This was the child she had raised with her own hands.
Chapter 96: Dangerous Hunters
From that infant who could only wail and cry, he had grown into the upright man he was today.
During every minute and every second of this time, she had poured all of her love into him.
And now, that love seemed to have unknowingly changed its nature.
It had become more intense, more... difficult to speak of.
"Comfortable... so comfortable..."
Arthas muttered with his eyes closed.
"..."
"Much better than those imperial physicians."
At this time, Aphrodite on the other side was not to be outdone.
She reached out, took one of Arthas's hands, and gently helped him massage his fingers and palm.
"How can just a head massage be enough?"
"These hands must be tired from reviewing memorials these past few days, right?"
"..."
Aphrodite's fingers were slender and long, and her skin was as smooth as silk.
She drew circles in Arthas's palm.
Her fingertips occasionally slid through the gaps between his fingers, bringing waves of tingling electric sensations.
"Little Wen."
"You say those goddesses are scary."
"Then tell me, how exactly are they scary?"
Aphrodite asked seemingly casually while massaging.
In reality, she was scouting the "enemy situation."
"Don't even mention it."
Arthas didn't open his eyes either, complaining offhandedly.
"That Athena, she blocks me all day with documents."
"She says it's to talk business, but she's actually just looking for an excuse to be alone."
"And that Artemis, she wants to teach me archery at every turn."
"Am I the kind of person who needs someone to teach me archery hand-in-hand?"
"I'm a God King Candidate, hey!"
"I saw through their little schemes with one glance."
"But I felt bad rejecting them directly; after all, I promised Sister Hera."
"Sister Hera?"
Frigga caught this form of address.
The fingers that were pressing paused slightly.
"It seems your relationship with Hera is progressing quite well."
"You're already calling her'Sister'."
"She is the Queen of Heaven of Olympus."
Her tone carried a faint hint of sourness.
Although she tried her best to hide it, a trace still leaked out.
A straight man like Arthas naturally didn't hear it.
"Hah, there was no choice."
"She was crying like that; if I didn't give her some face, I wouldn't be human."
"Besides... she really is quite pitiful."
"But I made it clear to her."
"We have to exchange sincerity for sincerity; no playing games."
Arthas rolled over, lying on his side facing Aphrodite.
His head was still pillowed on Frigga's lap.
"Anyway, I feel that being with you two is still the most relaxing."
"I don't have to use my brain, and I don't have to guess thoughts."
"Just like when I was a child."
Hearing this, the smile on Aphrodite's face became even more brilliant.
She picked up a pastry and held it to Arthas's mouth.
"Then stay a little longer."
"If you feel annoyed outside in the future, just hide here."
"You are always welcome here."
"Come, open your mouth."
"Ah—"
Arthas obediently opened his mouth and bit into the pastry.
The sweet taste melted in his mouth.
Aphrodite watched the way he ate.
She couldn't help but reach out her finger to wipe away the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
And then...
Very naturally, she put that finger into her own mouth and sucked on it.
This action was extremely subtle, but full of provocative meaning.
Unfortunately, Arthas had his eyes closed and didn't see it at all.
If he had seen it, he would probably be questioning his life again.
The room fell silent.
There was only the slight sound of the incense burning.
And Arthas's gradually steady breathing.
Under that extremely gentle "service."
His nerves, which had been tense for many days, finally relaxed completely.
Sleepiness surged like a tide.
Before long, he fell fast asleep.
Confirming that Arthas was truly asleep.
The movements of Frigga's hands stopped.
She lowered her head, quietly gazing at the face in her lap.
Her fingers gently traced the contours of his features.
From his eyebrows to his nose, and then to those slightly parted lips.
The love in her eyes could no longer be hidden.
That was not just maternal love.
That was the appreciation, attachment, and desire of a woman for an excellent man.
It was the forbidden flower that had sprouted from years of companionship.
"He's asleep."
Frigga said softly.
There was a hint of huskiness in her voice.
"Yes, he's sleeping so soundly."
Aphrodite also put down the needlework in her hands.
She leaned over, looking at Arthas's sleeping face.
"This child, it's only in front of us that he's so completely defenseless."
"Just like a little kitten."
She reached out and poked Arthas's cheek; it was soft.
The two of them looked at each other.
A subtle atmosphere filled the air.
It was a tacit understanding between two women, and also a silent competition.
"You say..."
Aphrodite suddenly spoke.
"If he knew what we were thinking in our hearts."
"Would he be so scared that he'd never dare come back?"
Frigga gave a bitter smile and shook her head.
"He definitely would."
"This child is extremely slow in this regard."
"And he's always treated us as his most respected elders."
"If this layer of window paper were to be poked through..."
"The consequences would be unimaginable."
"So..."
Aphrodite lowered her head and gently placed a kiss on Arthas's forehead.
The movement was as light as a feather brushing past.
"We can only wait."
"Wait for him to slowly discover it himself."
"Or... wait for the day when he can no longer leave us."
"Anyway, we have plenty of time."
"A god's life is very long, isn't it?"
Frigga watched Aphrodite's actions.
Her heart stirred slightly.
She also lowered her head and kissed Arthas's other cheek.
"Yes."
"We have plenty of time."
"And..."
"Like this, it's actually quite good."
"As long as I can be by his side, can take care of him like this, and watch over him."
"I'm already very satisfied."
Sunlight spilled in through the gaps in the curtains.
It shone on the three of them.
The scene was warm and beautiful.
Arthas lay between the two mothers, sleeping with a peaceful face.
He had no idea that he was currently in the largest "wolf's den" in all of Asgard... no, in the entire Universe.
These two seemingly harmless elders.
They were the hunters who plotted against him the most deeply, had the best patience, and were the most dangerous.
Outside the door.
Athena and Artemis pressed themselves against the door panel and listened for a while.
Finding that there was no movement inside at all.
They couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged.
"It seems he really did hide inside."
Athena pushed up her glasses, a look of regret on her face.
"We truly don't dare to barge into goddess queen Friggaand My Lord Aphrodite's room."
"This 'Maternal Love Shield' move is truly brilliant."
Artemis gnashed her teeth indignantly.
"Consider him fast at running!"
"I don't believe he can hide for a lifetime!"
"Next time, I'm definitely going to corner him at the door of the restroom!"
And inside the room.
Arthas rolled over and mumbled something indistinctly.
"So good..."
"Home is still the best..."
Frigga and Aphrodite looked at each other and smiled.
The two of them, one on each side, gently leaned against his shoulders.
Enjoying this rare, quiet time belonging to a "family of three."
It was just that the undercurrents surging beneath this quietude.
Perhaps only time could provide an answer.
Chapter 97: The Enchantress and the Ice Queen
After a few days, Arthas had gone through this period of hellish adjustment.
Arthas finally adapted to the life of being surrounded by the goddesses of Olympus.
He learned how to skillfully change the topic during Athena's academic seminars, turning philosophical debates into Asgardian food tastings.
He also learned to use clever footwork to maintain that final one-centimeter distance during Artemis's personal archery lessons.
Even with Hestia's force-feeding style of catering, he could eat it all without changing expression and give it a five-star review.
Now, he had truly become a master of balance, navigating smoothly through the flowers.
Besides dealing with these enthusiastic "sisters."
His main energy was still focused on government affairs and family.
During the day, he matched wits with that old fox Odin in the Council Hall, handling the trivial matters of the Nine Realms.
At night, he had to return to the Private Chambers to fulfill his duties as a husband and attend to the three main wives at home.
Although it was painful but happy, seeing the increasingly prosperous Asgard and the superficial peace maintained in the harem.
He could only say, let me bear more of this suffering.
One day, there was a rare free afternoon.
To avoid Hera's new round of delicate offensives.
Arthas found an excuse and went alone to a deserted valley on the outskirts of Asgard.
Surrounded by mountains on all sides, only a waterfall fell from a height, kicking up mist everywhere; it was an excellent place to practice martial arts and polish divine power.
"Phew... finally some peace and quiet."
Arthas took a deep breath of the moisture-laden air.
He casually took off his outer robe, revealing his lean and strong upper body.
Golden divine power surged around him, pulsing rhythmically like breathing.
Just as he was about to practice the newly developed upgraded version of the Ultra Slash, the "Trinitium Light Wheel."
A strange fragrance suddenly drifted in with the wind.
It wasn't the scent of flowers, nor any natural fragrance, but a scent full of makeup and temptation, even carrying a faint fluctuation of magic.
Arthas frowned slightly, withdrew the colorful slash in his hand, turned around, and looked toward the entrance of the valley.
He saw two women with seductive figures swaying as they walked in.
The one on the left had dazzling blonde hair, casually draped over her shoulders.
She wore an emerald green tight-fitting outfit, the fabric so sparse it barely covered the essential parts.
Large patches of snowy white skin were exposed to the air, trembling slightly as she walked.
Her eyes were charming to the extreme, as if they could drip water.
It was the legendary first Enchantress of Asgard—Amora, also known as the Enchantress.
And the one on the right had passionate red hair.
She wore blue leather armor and held a long whip inlaid with gems.
Compared to her sister's flirtatiousness, she had more of a wild and unruly air.
A light called "desire for conquest" flickered in those eyes.
This was Amora's younger sister, Lorelei—the Ice Queen.
These two women were notorious throughout the Nine Realms.
They specialized in using beauty to control powerful men, ruthlessly abandoning them after use, or even turning them into puppets.
Arthas looked at these two "uninvited guests" who had suddenly appeared, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"Yo, isn't this the famous Amora and Lorelei?"
"What, couldn't make it out there anymore?"
"Coming to this remote wilderness to find a man?"
He crossed his arms, not wavering at all because of the other's beauty.
Instead, he looked at them with the eyes of someone watching a play.
Amora stopped, one hand on her hip, the other brushing her hair.
Not only was she not angry, but she laughed even more joyfully.
"Hehehe..."
"As expected of the First Prince of Asgard, you speak so humorously."
"We came specifically to find you."
"I heard you've been quite the standout lately, Arthas, Your Highness."
Lorelei cracked her whip in the air, making a crisp sound.
"Sister, stop talking nonsense with him."
"Look at his high and mighty look; it really makes one want to step on him."
"Make him kneel and lick my heels."
Arthas raised an eyebrow.
"Looking for me?"
"Do you know you're wanted criminals?"
"You actually dare to appear before me so openly?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll catch you and throw you in the dungeon?"
He spoke in a deliberately intimidating tone, trying to see what cards these two women were holding.
"Afraid?"
Amora acted as if she had heard the funniest joke.
She laughed so hard she shook, her full chest surging like waves.
"We'd be afraid of you?"
"Although you killed Ares and indeed have some skill."
"But he was just a brute who only knew how to use brute force."
"In the face of true magic and charm, strength is not worth mentioning at all."
She took cat-like steps, approaching Arthas step by step, the fragrance on her body becoming more intense.
"Huwen Odinson."
"I know you have many goddesses around you."
"Wonder Woman, Valkyries."
"But in my opinion, they are all too boring."
"All they know is fighting and killing; they don't understand a woman's tenderness at all."
"Don't you want to experience..."
"True pleasure?"
She stopped just a few steps away from Arthas.
She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked her red lips, a gesture full of blatant provocation.
Arthas looked at her affected manner; not only was there no ripple in his heart, he even felt like laughing.
"True pleasure?"
"With just you two?"
"Two outcasts expelled by the Queen of Norns?"
"Relying on that bit of amateur magic stolen from other mages?"
"Do you have some misunderstanding of the word 'pleasure'?"
He ruthlessly exposed their background.
Hearing the word "outcasts."
The smile on Amora's face stiffened, and a flash of malice crossed her eyes.
This was the dark history she least wanted to mention.
"Refusing the easy way and choosing the hard way!"
Lorelei couldn't help it, her whip pointing at Arthas.
"Sister, charm him quickly!"
"Let him become our dog!"
"Make him sew up that foul mouth of his!"
"You don't need to tell me!"
Amora snorted coldly.
Her hands suddenly opened wide, and a strange green energy surged from her palms.
It was the light of charm magic, carrying hallucinogenic and mind-control effects.
"Huwen Odinson!"
"Look into my eyes!"
Her eyes instantly turned into deep green whirlpools, and her voice became elusive, full of seduction.
"I am the goddess of your dreams..."
"I am everything you desire..."
"Submit to me..."
"Kneel at my feet and offer your soul..."
As the incantation was chanted.
That green energy turned into countless tiny threads, drilling toward the center of Arthas's forehead.
The surrounding air seemed to become thick, carrying a sweet, cloying scent that made one drowsy.
Chapter 98: The Witch's Mysterious Self-Confidence
Amora looked at Arthas with absolute confidence.
Her move, 'Eyes of Charm,' had never failed before.
Even the most strong-willed warrior would completely fall and become her most loyal slave with just one glance.
However, at the very moment those green silk threads were about to touch Arthas...
Arthas merely blinked and even let out a bored yawn.
"Ah—"
"That's it?"
He looked at Amora, his eyes as clear as a freshly washed mirror.
Far from falling for it, there wasn't even a hint of a dazed expression; instead, there was a trace of... a look one gives to the mentally challenged.
"This... how is this possible?!"
The confidence on Amora's face instantly collapsed.
She increased her magic output, the green light even illuminating the entire valley.
"Submit! Submit!"
"Why won't you kneel?!"
"Are you even a man?!"
She screamed hysterically.
This was her bread-and-butter skill that she relied on for survival; how could it fail?
Arthas picked at his ear.
"I say, big sister."
"Is something wrong with your head?"
"Trying to charm me?"
"Did you not do any background research before heading out?"
"Don't you know who I am?"
He took a step forward, the golden divine power on his body vibrating slightly.
Those green magic silk threads filling the sky instantly snapped, turning into specks of light that dissipated in the air.
"My mother is Aphrodite."
"The Goddess of Love and Beauty."
"Playing with charms? Playing with emotional control?"
"Playing with that in front of me?"
"Aren't you just showing off your slight skill before a master—like swinging a broadsword in front of Guan Yu?"
Arthas shook his head with a look of helplessness.
Although he hadn't inherited his mother's overbearing ability of 'Domination of Love' and couldn't control others in turn...
As the Son of the Goddess of Love...
Coupled with the passive blessing of 'Echo of Love'...
He had absolute immunity to all charm-type magictargeted at the mind and emotions.
Amora and Lorelei were completely dumbfounded.
They only knew that Arthas was the son of Odin and a powerful warrior.
How could they have known he had this layer of heritage?
Aphrodite?
That Goddess of Beauty from Greek mythology?
This... wasn't this just walking right into a trap?
"You... you're the son of Aphrodite?!"
Lorelei took a step back in horror.
She almost couldn't hold her whip steady.
For people like them who made a living off 'lust,' the Goddess of Love was practically a natural enemy.
"You only just realized?"
"Too late."
Arthas cracked his knuckles, making a popping sound.
"Since you've delivered yourselves to my door..."
"Then don't blame me for being impolite."
"It just so happens I've been a bit irritable lately."
"And Asgard's dungeon indeed still has empty spaces."
He approached step by step, his powerful divine pressure making the two sisters feel somewhat breathless.
"No... impossible!"
Amora still wouldn't give up.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled a bottle of pink potion from her bosom.
That was her trump card treasure—a powerful love potion.
"If magic won't work, I don't believe medicine won't either!"
She fiercely smashed the potion bottle toward Arthas.
"Go down for me!"
Arthas didn't even dodge.
He even reached out and caught the bottle.
*Clap.*
The glass bottle stopped steadily in his hand, without a single drop of potion spilling out.
He looked at the liquid in the bottle and sniffed it under his nose.
"Hmm, low-quality rose essential oil, plus a bit of troll's body fluid."
"And this expired Aphrodisiac Grass."
"This is what you call a powerful potion?"
"This stuff isn't even qualified to put a wild boar in heat, right?"
After saying that, his fingers applied a little force.
With a "crack," the bottle was crushed directly.
The liquid inside evaporated instantly under the burning of divine power, leaving not even a trace of residue.
Now, the two sisters were completely in despair.
magic was ineffective, potions were ineffective.
Their seductive charms were treated as a joke.
All the methods they took pride in had completely failed before this man.
"Run!"
Amora reacted the fastest.
With a loud shout, she turned and tried to activate teleportation magic to escape.
Lorelei was not slow either, throwing down her whip and about to dive into the woods.
"Want to run?"
"Have you asked me?"
Arthas snorted coldly and made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand.
"Space Fold!"
The surrounding space instantly distorted.
Amora, who had intended to teleport, found that no matter how she chanted the incantation, she was still spinning in place.
And Lorelei, who had dived into the woods, ran for a long time only to look up and find herself back in front of Arthas.
"I said."
"Asgard's dungeon welcomes you."
Arthas snapped his fingers.
Two golden ropes of light appeared out of thin air.
As if they had a life of their own, they instantly coiled around the bodies of the two sisters.
They were tied up as tightly as zongzi.
Their curvaceous figures appeared even more alluring under the tightening of the ropes.
But in Arthas's eyes, they were just two pieces of "pork" about to go to jail.
"Let us go!"
"Do you know who we are?!"
"We are..."
Amora was still struggling and shouting.
Arthas directly threw a silence spell over.
The world instantly became quiet.
Looking at those two faces with open mouths that couldn't make a sound, Arthas nodded in satisfaction.
"Of course I know who you are."
"Wanted criminals."
He lifted one end of the two ropes as if carrying two bags of trash.
Dragging these two enchantresses who had once made countless men tremble with fear, he walked toward the Golden Palace.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto his back, casting a long shadow that appeared exceptionally tall and majestic.
But in his heart, he was silently complaining.
"The quality of villains these days is really getting worse with each generation."
"They don't even do the most basic intelligence work."
"If this isn't delivering a free kill, what is?"
...
Asgard's dungeon was located at the lowest level of the Golden Palace, hidden from the sun all year round, with the air permeated by a damp and decaying smell.
But for the villains of the Nine Realms imprisoned here, it was already a rare place of refuge.
At this moment, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps broke the dead silence here.
Arthas, holding two golden ropes of light as if carrying two bags of rice, walked in with large strides.
At the other end of the ropes were Amora and Lorelei, tied up tightly and looking utterly humiliated.
The two sisters' exquisite makeup was somewhat smudged now, and their originally proud heads had no choice but to hang low, yet when they saw the filthy cages around them, their eyes still flickered with a light of disdain.
The slightly plump guard Captain, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up upon hearing the noise.
He rubbed his eyes, and after seeing clearly who had come, he immediately sprang up from his chair.
Straightening his crooked helmet, he trotted over to greet him.
"Oh, isn't this Your Highness Arthas?"
"What wind has blown you here?"
"It's dirty and smelly here; don't let it foul your eyes."
The Captain was all smiles, his waist bent so low it almost touched the ground.
This was the current celebrity of Asgard, the future God-King; he had to serve him well.
Arthas casually tossed the two ropes of light to the soldiers nearby.
He brushed the dust off his hands.
"It's nothing major."
"Just went out for a walk and happened to catch two things that don't know any better."
He pointed to the two women behind him who were still trying to kill him with their eyes.
"Just two low-level criminals."
"Amora and Lorelei."
"You should have heard of them, right?"
"I... I've heard of them!"
Chapter 99: Arthas's Golden House for a Beauty?
The Captain's eyes widened instantly.
Amora and Lorelei?
Those are the famous Enchantress and Ice Queen of the Nine Realms!
It's said that any man who glances at them will have his soul stolen; they are exquisite beauties many dream of but dare not touch.
He stole a glance.
Indeed, though a bit disheveled, that figure, that face, tsk tsk tsk...
Simply top-tier!
Amora and Lorelei heard Arthas's phrase "low-rate petty criminals."
Two pairs of beautiful eyes instantly burst with fury.
If looks could kill, Arthas would probably have been burned to ashes by now.
"You're the petty criminal!"
"Your whole family are petty criminals!"
Lorelei was about to start cursing when she realized a Silence Spell had been cast on her mouth, and she could only make "wuwuwu" sounds.
That angry yet helpless appearance actually added a touch of exotic charm.
The Captain watched this scene, his not-so-clever little brain spinning rapidly.
Who was Your Highness Arthas?
He was a ruthless man who could even take down the goddesses of Olympus.
He was surrounded by peerless beauties.
Although these two witches were beautiful, in Your Highness's eyes, they might indeed just be "low-rate."
But...
Why didn't Your Highness execute them directly? Why weren't they handed over to the Tribunal?
Instead, he personally brought them to this remote dungeon? And specifically said they were "caught in passing"?
The Captain rolled his eyes, thinking he had seen through everything.
This wasn't catching criminals at all.
This was clearly... hiding beauties in a golden house!
Or some kind of "collection" with special preferences.
After all, men, with a main wife at home, occasionally outside... cough cough, it's understandable.
Especially this kind of thorny wild rose; there's more of a sense of conquest when playing with them, right?
Thinking of this, the smile on the Captain's face became more ambiguous and fawning.
He leaned in closer and whispered.
"Your Highness Arthas, I understand."
"Don't worry."
"I get it, I get it all."
As he spoke, he winked at Arthas.
His expression was as lecherous as could be.
Arthas was baffled by his behavior and frowned.
"Huh?"
"What do you understand?"
"Why do I feel like you've misunderstood something?"
Was this Captain mentally ill? What was there to understand about catching two criminals?
"Oh, Your Highness, stop pretending."
The Captain had a "we're all men here" expression.
"This kind of thing is better understood than explained."
"Rest assured, I will arrange for them to be in the most secluded cell with the best environment."
"Guaranteed no one will disturb you."
"And guaranteed they won't escape, awaiting your... interrogation at any time."
He specifically emphasized the word "interrogation."
Arthas's mouth twitched.
Though he didn't know what kind of nonsense this guy was imagining.
But since he said he could watch them, then fine.
Anyway, as long as they aren't allowed to run out and cause trouble.
"Uh... fine."
"I'll leave it to you then."
"Keep a close eye on them, don't let them escape."
"Especially the one in green, she knows magic, be careful."
"Understood!"
The Captain snapped to attention and saluted.
"Mission guaranteed to be completed!"
"Take care, Your Highness!"
Watching Arthas turn and leave, the Captain rubbed his hands together.
The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by seriousness.
He turned around and beckoned to a clever-looking female guard nearby.
"Hey you, Ella, come here."
The female guard, Ella, ran over.
"Boss, what is it?"
The Captain pointed at Amora and Lorelei.
"Come, take these two... distinguished guests to that Special Grade Cell in the East District."
"The one with a private bathroom, a soft bed, and even a skylight."
"By the way, prepare some good food for them, don't let them go hungry."
"Go get two sets of clean clothes, the kind with... cough cough, less fabric."
Ella's eyes widened in confusion.
"Boss, why?"
"These two are really bad!"
"I heard they're wanted criminals for many years!"
"When has our dungeon ever had this kind of treatment?"
"Isn't that Special Grade Cell reserved for... for the imperial relatives?"
"Letting these two enchantresses stay there? And providing them with good food and drink?"
"Isn't this a waste of public funds?"
The Captain knocked on her helmet, disappointed she didn't get it.
A crisp "clang" sounded.
"You blockhead!"
"You don't understand, do you?"
"Look at how they look, and then look at who brought them here."
"It's obvious Your Highness Arthas is preparing to keep them as his personal belongings."
"Which is commonly known as... mistresses, understand?"
"Huh?"
Ella's mouth fell open.
"Mis... mistresses?"
"But doesn't Your Highness Arthas already have Princess Diana and the others?"
"And Your Highness seems so upright..."
"Tsk, what do you know."
The Captain looked profound.
"Upright is for outsiders to see."
"Men, how can home flowers be as fragrant as wild flowers?"
"Anyway, you don't need to understand too much."
"Just remember they are Your Highness Arthas's people."
"They can't be treated like other criminals, you know?"
"If they starve or get hurt and Your Highness blames us, can you take the responsibility?"
Although Ella still found it a bit unbelievable.
But a higher rank crushes the lower one.
She could only nod.
"Oh, I see."
"Then I'll take them over now."
After speaking, she went over to untie one end of the Light rope, put Magic-sealing handcuffs on the two sisters, and led them toward the East District.
Amora and Lorelei followed behind.
Originally, they were prepared to make a big scene or use words to humiliate these guards.
But after hearing the conversation between the Captainand Ella.
The two looked at each other, both seeing a hint of... pleasant surprise in each other's eyes?
Not only were they not mistreated.
But they were also going to stay in a Special Grade Cell? With good food and drink?
This treatment... seems not bad?
Anyway, now that their magic is sealed, they can't escape.
Instead of suffering in those stinky cells, it's better to enjoy "special treatment."
Why speak out?
Thus, the two tacitly chose to keep quiet.
They even cooperatively puffed out their chests to make themselves look more valuable as "personal belongings."
The Special Grade Cell was indeed not bad.
Although there were still bars and stone walls, the floor was carpeted, and there was a large bed that looked quite soft.
There was even a simple dressing table in the corner.
Ella pushed them in, unlocked the handcuffs, threw down two sets of clothes, and left.
Before leaving, she gave them a complicated look.
As if looking at two "favored concubines" about to rise in status.
The cell door closed.
Amora rubbed her wrists, which were red from being tied.
She sat on the bed and tested the bounce.
"Humph, that kid knows what's good for him."
"Even though he threw us in here, at least he knows how to respect a beauty."