Novel Full Chapter 680: Wedding, End Of 9th Eon
Chapter 680: Wedding, End Of 9th Eon
He pulled her gently into his lap, arms encircling her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Her body had long turned stiff, frozen in place like she wanted to disappear.
Her face remained buried in the oversized black shirt she’d stolen from his closet.
He chuckled softly, just letting her soak in her embarrassment.
“Next time, I’ll leave the shirt on the bed for you. No need to sneak around.”
“Ugh… Stop it now… please….” she mumbled into the fabric, her voice muffled and small.
It was a strange situation.
Embarrassing for her, sure.
But also a little… nice.
She only let go of the shirt after he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
And from that day on, Moraine stopped hiding the fact that she liked him more than she let on.
Maybe it was better that he found out.
Now she could act cutesy in front of him without pretending it was an accident.
“Okay, now shoot the area.”
They were standing in a quiet forest, the trees swaying lazily with the wind.
Moraine inhaled, focused, and let go of the arrow.
It shot forward, straight and clean, and pierced the heart of a deer standing a dozen meters away.
As soon as the deer fell, she took a step forward and tried to use her Authority.
Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched.
She winced and staggered.
“Hey—” he moved quickly, catching her before she could collapse. “Easy.”
Her body trembled as her knees buckled.
She didn’t pull away from his hold.
Her forehead pressed against his chest, groaning like something was tearing itself apart inside her head.
Sweat began to pour down her face, and she clenched his shirt tightly.
“Relax,” he whispered, placing his palm over her temple.
A soft white light pulsed from his fingers. It was a mind-soothing spell that numbed the madness that was rising in her mind.
She finally stopped writhing.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed but brighter than before.
Her whole body was soaked in sweat, and yet, she smiled.
“I… I got it,” she breathed out. “I was able to gain all the memories and knowledge of that deer, unlike before where I only got fragments. My Authority’s grown stronger.”
His own smiled warmly. “That’s good.”
“Thank you.”
She had awakened a week ago.
Today they were testing if awakening had strengthened the Authority.
They should’ve tested it earlier, but Moraine had kept crying for days and clung to him after the shock she received from finally awakening.
From that day on, they added a new section to their routine: training Moraine in spells, runes, and combat techniques.
He’d never taught anyone before.
Maybe that’s why he was sometimes too harsh.
“Argh! Why are we still doing this latent talent awakening training? I already awakened!”
“Because your talent hasn’t bloomed completely. Let’s continue.”
“…More training?”
“Yes.”
She dramatically dropped to her knees.
“Training! Training! Training! That’s all you talk about these days! You don’t even cook for me anymore! You think I didn’t notice that you’ve been ordering food in lately?”
“…What?”
“Yes, I know that!” she snapped, pointing an accusing finger. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice?”
He looked genuinely surprised.
She continued, “Why are we training so much anyway? No one’s attacking us. We can take it easy. I don’t mind waiting a few hundred years for another breakthrough.”
“No,” he said firmly.
“Then if you’re going to make me train, you should train too! Your rank hasn’t moved in the last thousand years!”
His lips twitched.
He could’ve given a valid argument that increasing rank at his Stage took a lot of time, but he decided to use a more effective way.
“Okay,” he relented. “I’ll reduce your training hours.”
Her face immediately lit up.
“…But well,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his head, “I was thinking of cooking something new for you if you did well. It was a recipe I found in the Archive of Flame. But since you’re complaining… I guess I’ll make it later.”
Her smile faltered.
“…No.”
“Hm? What was that?”
“I said, I’ll train, you bastard! So cook whatever weird recipe later!” she shouted, knowing she was being led by the nose.
He burst into laughter, unbothered by the glare she shot him.
Her cheeks were red with frustration, but her eyes were bright.
Years passed.
They trained, argued, studied, cooked, and laughed.
And one evening, as the sun set in brilliant orange streaks, they sat together.
She sat in between his legs, her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist.
The silence stretched comfortably.
“Moraine?”
“Mm?”
“Can we have a wedding?”
She stiffened.
Her body didn’t move, but he could feel her heart begin to race.
“…What?”
“I said,” he repeated calmly, “can we hold a wedding?”
Weddings was a tradition that quite a few races followed.
Two people would make a vow to give their hearts to one each other and live for them.
Moraine’s shoulders began to shake.
At first, he thought she was laughing.
Then he felt the warm drops fall on his hands.
“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.
“I thought… hic… you were never going to ask,” she said between quiet sobs. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to.”
He turned her chin gently and kissed her cheek.
“I was just waiting for the right time.”
She wiped her tears.
“Is now the right time?”
“Well,” he shrugged, “your latent talent training ended. I thought it’d be a good milestone.”
“But I’m still training spells and combat techniques,” she sniffled. “You still make me practice sword forms!”
He chuckled.
“True. You hate training that much?”
“Yes!” she cried, tears still falling despite the smile on her face. “It’s endless!”
He decided to change the topic before it derailed,
“When should we hold the wedding?”
She blinked, then added slowly,
“…In the next Eon.”
“….”
She leaned more into him.
“The 9th Eon’s about to end. The Cosmos will collapse soon. I want to hold the wedding right now, but with something so ominous looming over us… I’d rather wait.
“Let’s do it when the 10th Eon begins, since that’s when the Universe will be reborn and life will return. That feels like a better time, doesn’t it?” she asked.
“…”
“Why are you silent?” she asked.
He pulled her close again and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Alright. Let’s hold our wedding in the next Eon.”
As prophesied, the 9th Eon ended.
The Flames of the Universe had been completely burnt out.
Entire civilizations, galactic empires, ancient Gods and everything else died along with the Universe Ered’Nol-9.
Nations had clung to their gods, kings had screamed for miracles, but no salvation came.
Only ashes were left behind.
And then, the Universe Ered’Nol-10 was born.
The 10th Eon had begun.
Immortals—Witches and Demons—were reborn.
While all life died and ever object was destroyed when the Eon ended, Witches and Demons remained unharmed.
They would revive in the new Eon.
But there was one exception to this rule.
A being who should have perished, but didn’t.
Hades.
The Perfect Imperfection.
The Devil of Serenity.
Moraine reincarnated in the 10th Eon.
She began to wait for “him” with her heart full of surging happiness.
It was time to hold their wedding.
She was not worried about his death.
Although she hated whenever he died, he was Immortal like Hades.
He would survive the end of Eon.