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Chapter 577: Chapter 4 Knight, Come to My Room!

Chapter 577: Chapter 4 Knight, Come to My Room!

“By the way, Aiwass.”

Isabel suddenly thought of something, stood up from the piano, and walked over to the writing desk in the bedroom.

It was originally Isabel’s second dressing table for storing jewelry, but now she had turned it into a small desk.

It could be used to read a book before going to sleep every night—she always had to be properly dressed when studying or dealing with political affairs in the study, but in the bedroom, she could wear a nightgown.

She rummaged through it and handed a document to Aiwass, who was sprawled on the sofa, “I forgot to give this to you when you came yesterday…

This is the information you asked Lord Hermes to investigate.”

“My sister…

Freya Morley Moriarty?”

Aiwass muttered, straightening up slightly to take the letter.

This “sister” was thirty-one years old this year, younger than Edward but older than Aiwass and Yulia.

—Whether it was him, Edward, or Yulia, they all had no recollection of this “sister.” Even Lily and the other servants in the house did not remember her at all.

But Aiwass had asked Ligeia and the Grand Guardian, only to find that they both remembered Freya’s existence.

When Aiwass thought this was a special case of the Fifth Power Level, he asked his history tutor, Professor Bard, and Mycroft, and found that they, too, knew of Freya.

So Aiwass finally realized something was wrong—only the people of the Moriarty Family had forgotten about Freya’s existence.

Or rather, the people living in Moriarty Manor had forgotten her.

No matter how one looked at it, this bore the marks of a conspiracy…

but fortunately, Freya was not dead, she was merely studying abroad in the Holy Nation, and Aiwass would soon be able to see her.

However, Aiwass still asked Mycroft to help him investigate this matter when he was free.

And now this document was the result of the investigation by Sherlock, who considered himself “smarter than him.”

But Aiwass did not open the letter in Isabel’s bedroom; instead, he tucked it into his embrace for now.

“Do you have time for a date today, Lulu?”

Without much thought, Aiwass extended an invitation, “Shall we go out and see Sherlock?”

Isabel just chuckled lightly and said, “Can’t we do it here?

I can play the piano and sing for you.

Or paint you a picture?”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered dating Isabel before.

At the start of the war, he was tense for a while.

But after watching the war situation for some time and gradually realizing that things were becoming clear, he began to relax.

After that, even Edward and Yulia had urged him several times.

Yulia’s advice was more tactful, while Edward’s criticism was comparatively sharp—

“Would you have the innocent and naive girl take the initiative to ask you out on a date?

Or expect the august Queen to personally invite you to play in public?”

Aiwass actually wanted to resist a bit more.

But after thinking it over, he felt his elder brother was indeed right.

Although he and Isabel had already kissed, and even their families had celebrated the New Year together, they had not formally confessed their feelings, nor had they engaged in any more intimate activities.

They were maintaining this increasingly affectionate but unspoken relationship through a strange tacit understanding.

Before Aiwass planned to go to the Holy Nation for further studies, he decided to take Isabel around Glass Island to create some memories.

Leaving Glass Island was uncertain since, despite Minister Hermes taking care of most of the affairs, Avalon could not truly be left without its Monarch…

The Queen had to remain on Glass Island.

The reason Aiwass wanted to ask Isabel out was simple.

He was a bit worried—once he went to the Holy Nation, wouldn’t that be considered a long-distance relationship?

Before the war ended, he would have to stay in the territory of the Holy Nation.

Afterwards, he would have to wait for the Fallen Celestial Marshal to descend and tear apart the Star Antimony monarchy before he could return to Avalon to discuss strategies and reassure the Queen and the people.

In other words, he couldn’t leave until the Fallen Celestial Marshal arrived.

Aiwass was not worried that Isabel would fall for someone else.

But he did worry that if they were separated too long, their slowly warming feelings would cool and become diluted.

Though absence could make the heart grow fonder, it might also lead to getting used to life without the other person.

Both of them were making rapid progress.

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—This was the first time in both his lives that Aiwass had such concerns.

He wasn’t worried about Isabel’s safety, or whether she could take care of herself.

It was the worry that the image of himself in her eyes and heart might fade.

Logically, Aiwass knew this concern was meaningless.

It was even childish and ridiculous…

but the faint anxiety persisted, unable to be completely soothed.

That feeling was like “always wanting to check if the house door was locked” or “if the gas valve was turned off.” Even if you knew there was no issue, such doubts still lingered in the corners of your mind, unable to be truly ignored.

Thus, Aiwass realized—

Although he himself wasn’t aware of it, from some point on…

he might truly have fallen for her.

But when Aiwass specially made time and dressed up to go play with Isabel, she would pull him into discussions about things they hadn’t talked about before, prompting Aiwass to share his thoughts on various matters.

Then it naturally turned into a teaching session…

Aiwass hadn’t even realized that he enjoyed playing the role of a teacher so much!

By the time their conversations came to an end, it was already late.

There was simply no time for going out on dates or for leisure activities.

The latest occurrence was just last night.

Isabel had engaged Aiwass in a discussion about the Irisflower People’s parties and the issue of democracy—she seriously considered whether to implement a constitutional monarchy in Avalon.

That day, they talked until eleven at night, even running to the study at one point to dig through diplomatic correspondence and various intelligence documents.

If it was considered idle chat, the topic was far too formal and serious; yet if it was work, they ended up reaching no meaningful conclusions—inexplicably, the conversation drifted to the Iris Flower Nobility, then to great artists of the Irisflower People, and finally to the Irisflower People’s opera.

Isabel even made a resolution last night that she would one day go to the Iris Flower to listen to the “world’s best opera”…

If possible, she even wanted to perform on stage herself or sing a piece.

When the time came, she wanted Aiwass to sit in the audience below, and even in the front row—because those in the front row could go up to the stage to present flowers during the intermission and after the show.

The two simply chatted aimlessly, and time slipped away.

By the time Aiwass returned to his room, took a shower, and took his medicine, it was already late into the night.

…Without realizing it, another day had been whisked away!

Fortunately, Isabel had indeed benefited from every conversation they had, so it wasn’t a waste.

She was very intelligent and had a strong learning ability, and she wouldn’t easily forget what she learned.

Especially since she was a “Prodigy,” which further enhanced her learning capability.

This made Aiwass feel quite relieved—after all, teaching a smart student and a dunce were completely different experiences.

The former was relaxing and enjoyable, while the latter could cure low blood pressure.

But today, Aiwass finally couldn’t help but ask the question, “Say, Lulu, why don’t you want to go out and have fun?”

“Why would I want to go out?”

Isabel countered.

“…Could it be that you’re the type who likes to stay in your room?”

Aiwass stroked his chin, asking with some curiosity.

But he always felt that Isabel wasn’t that kind of homebody—previously, Isabel had stayed in the Hall of Silver and Tin because she was self-isolating due to fear and pressure.

Now that Isabel had become cheerful and confident…

Aiwass wanted to take Isabel around to visit those places she had no chance to go to before, or was too scared to go to alone.

“That’s not it…”

Isabel also stretched lazily by the window, squinting in the sunlight, and casually replied, “If that was the case, I definitely wouldn’t want to go to the Iris Flower play.

Besides, we went out during the New Year, didn’t we?”

“Then what exactly is it?”

Aiwass rarely wanted to get to the bottom of it: “Is it because of the incident with the Succubus that left a psychological shadow on you?”

At this, Isabel suddenly realized Aiwass’ seriousness, looked back at him with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Her eyes were curved, taking in Aiwass, shining brightly like emerald in the sunlight.

For the first time, Aiwass felt that he was seen through by Isabel—

Before this, it had always been him who understood Isabel’s thoughts.

She walked over with a bounce in her step, approached Aiwass, not at all resembling a queen, even seeming younger than her princess days.

With the grace of a gentleman inviting a lady to dance, Isabel curtsied and offered her right hand to Aiwass.

Aiwass took her hand—but Isabel exerted a little force, and instead of pulling Aiwass up from the sofa, she was directly pulled into his embrace.

She giggled as she grabbed Aiwass’ collar, lightly thumping his shoulder.

Then she sat sideways on Aiwass’ lap, rhythmically pinching his left earlobe, as if playing a light-hearted tune.

“If a date is for fostering affection and understanding each other better…

then we’re dating every day.”

Isabel said, glancing at the two Queen’s Guards who had remained silent throughout in the room.

She leaned into Aiwass’ ear, with a voice they could probably hear, whispering, “Rather than going outside, I’d rather keep Mr.

Fox’s scent at home…”

Aiwass felt a tickle in his ear, and he sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

He suddenly understood, Isabel, in a sense, actually thought the same as he did!

Rather than going out and creating new memories, she preferred to replace her slightly grey childhood memories with memories of Aiwass…

Seeing Aiwass’ face turn a bit red, Isabel lay down on top of him, completely pinning him to the sofa.

“When are you leaving?” she whispered.

“…The 16th?”

Aiwass tentatively asked, “At least wait until our current promotion ceremony is over.

Of course, it can change…

I haven’t set a time yet.”

“Let’s make it the 17th,” Isabel crisply revised Aiwass’ schedule, “I’ll book the itinerary for you.”

She moved closer, gazing into Aiwass’ eyes, word by word, she stated, “Also, the night before you leave…

the night of the 16th…

come to my room.”

“…You’re sure?”

Aiwass raised an eyebrow, asking back.

Far from being shy as Isabel might have expected, he seemed invigorated.

“—I’m sure of it!”

Isabel’s complexion was also a bit flushed, but she firmly said, “I command you, Lord Moriarty, in the name of the queen!

On the night of the 16th…

come to my room…!”

She ultimately couldn’t bring herself to say the rest of the words, her face blushing all the way to her neck.

And the corners of Aiwass’ mouth lifted slightly.

He embraced Isabel tightly with his opposite hand, feeling a faint sense of comfort.

“As you wish, my esteemed queen,” he whispered in Isabel’s ear.

The two embraced quietly, like cats curled up on a sofa, as if waiting for the spring sun to gradually climb onto the couch and cover them like light snow.

—Perhaps there was indeed no need to seek out Sherlock for fun, Aiwass thought.