Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 921 - 922: Nop~

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Under the watchful gaze of numerous high-ranking officials and young masters from prominent families of the Church Nation, the highest ruler of the nation, who had not appeared in public for two years, descended upon the Silver Moon Cathedral, surrounded by a radiant silver light. To everyone’s astonishment, he embraced the stunningly beautiful black-haired girl in her arms.

After playfully teasing the black-haired girl in her embrace, Mengxi’s face turned serious as she calmly surveyed the faces of the crowd with a gentle smile. "Did I mishear something just now? Was someone questioning the identity of my Empress?"

Upon hearing these words, some of the high-ranking officials who had been whispering among themselves couldn’t help but lower their heads in guilt. The intimate interaction between Her Majesty and the black-haired girl had already made their relationship clear. In the face of such a scene, those who harbored doubts appeared as unsightly as jumping clowns.

Hiya, who had been swept by Mengxi’s gaze, trembled all over. Realizing the foolishness of her remarks, she could only helplessly cast an apologetic look at the black-haired girl. "I apologize, Your Highness. I was being disrespectful earlier."

Unfortunately, the princess-carried Yumo, overwhelmed with embarrassment, could only bury her flushed face in Mengxi’s chest, unable to respond. Seeing the girl being held in Mengxi’s arms like a little wife, Hiya could only lower her head in reluctance and envy.

On the other hand, the gentle and considerate Mengxi naturally noticed the emotions of the girl in his arms. To prevent Yumo from further turning into a steamed bun, Mengxi smiled calmly with great tact. "Her Highness is very tired from the long journey. I will escort her back to the palace to rest."

With that, Mengxi turned his gaze towards Haiying and the other high-ranking officials kneeling before her. "However, it would be a waste not to enjoy this lavishly decorated venue. Consider it a celebration and enjoy yourselves."

"Thanks, Your Majesty!" Haiying and the others immediately responded respectfully in unison.

"Very well, I shall take my leave. Enjoy yourselves." "We bid farewell to Your Majesty!"

The next moment, amidst the thunderous salutes of Haiying and the other military officials, a silver-white magic formation quietly appeared beneath Mengxi’s feet. As the formation activated, Mengxi and Yumo disappeared in a flash of silver light.

Once Mengxi’s presence had vanished, the somewhat apprehensive ministers slowly rose to their feet. They exchanged glances, seeing the shock and guilt in each other’s eyes.

"Wasn’t Her Majesty in seclusion? Why did she suddenly appear? Could it be because of Her Highness the Empress?"

"Of course. Judging from Her Majesty’s reaction and their intimate interaction, the identity of Her Highness is undeniable."

"To think we momentarily doubted Her Highness’s identity... It was truly disrespectful of us."

"Indeed, it was extremely rude. We should find an opportunity to apologize to Her Highness later."

"Yes, yes, let’s prepare some gifts and apologize."

Discussions erupted as everyone began contemplating how to make amends to the Empress.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the Silver Moon Cathedral, a valiant golden-haired female guard stood by the railing, sincerely exclaiming with a joyful tone, " the Empress has truly returned!"

Her Highness was Her Majesty’s benefactor. Without her, there would be no Her Majesty as she was today, and no Church Nation as it stood. As a subject of the nation, the female guard naturally held great affection for the Empress. Like the vast majority of the ministers, she believed that with the Empress’s return, the Church Nation would move towards an even brighter future.

Moreover, the Empress was originally the young lady of the Black Rose family. With her return to the Church Nation, the relationship between them and the southern Sadik Empire should also ease considerably.

Ceasing the tense conflicts was another reason why everyone was delighted by the Empress’s return.

"It is truly a day worth celebrating, wouldn’t you agree, Prime Minister?" the female guard said, turning her gaze to the side, towards a man in dark formal attire with greyish-white short hair, looking somewhat tired and weak. At this moment, the man was quietly leaning against the railing, thoughtfully observing the movements of the ministers below.

Upon hearing the female guard’s words, the man named Zuoben, the Prime Minister of the Church Nation, smiled faintly and nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it is a day worth celebrating."

Zuoben’s words were sincere; he truly felt joyous. However, the reason for his joy was evidently different from that of the female guard.

Recalling everything he had sensed from the black-haired girl earlier, Zuoben’s eyes overflowed with unprecedented delight and madness. Although the black-haired girl had suppressed the power within her, that power still faintly leaked out the moment she saw Mengxi due to the fluctuations in her heart. While it remained imperceptible, the reborn Zuoben now possessed the ability to discern that aura.

Even the tip of the iceberg of that aura sent chills down his spine. An incomparable sense of oppression. The frail body contained world-shattering power!

"Excellent..." Zuoben couldn’t help but let out an exhilarated roar in his mind, his entire being trembling uncontrollably. He did not feel fear in the face of the unfathomable power within the black-haired girl; on the contrary, his mind was filled with irrepressible excitement.

As long as he could obtain that power and control it, there would be no more obstacles on his path!

"Heh, hehehe, hahahaha!" Unconsciously, the high-ranking Prime Minister of the Church Nation let out a series of manic and eerie laughs, causing the female guard beside him to take a deep breath, feeling a chill down her spine.

"P-Prime Minister?"

While everyone in the Silver Moon Cathedral was lost in their own thoughts, plotting their plans...

….

In the Purple Night Palace behind the cathedral, by the waterfall, a flash of silver light suddenly illuminated the interior!

As the gentle silver light dissipated, signaling the end of the teleportation magic, Mengxi returned to her residence of the past few years. Yumo also arrived at the palace alongside Mengxi, enveloped in the silver light, and landed on a soft cushion in one swift motion. Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, Yumo blinked in confusion.

Mengxi’s sudden appearance, the unexpected princess carry, and the unanticipated instant teleportation had left Yumo’s mind in a state of bewilderment.

"Where... where is this?"

"My room~" a familiar voice answered. As the voice reached her ears, a stunningly beautiful face replaced the unfamiliar ceiling, entering Yumo’s field of vision. Gazing at the confused and adorable girl, Mengxi tilted her head playfully and revealed a smile as beautiful and captivating as an angel’s. If other ministers of the Church Nation were to witness Mengxi displaying such a radiant smile, they would undoubtedly be left dumbfounded.

After all, they could never imagine that the girl who held a lofty position, bore the fate of the world on her shoulders, and was always serious and solemn, would exhibit such an innocent and lovely smile.

Perhaps only in Yumo’s presence would Mengxi smile so carefree and unrestrained.

"Six years have passed, and Yumo is still as cute as ever," Mengxi remarked.

"C-Cute..." Yumo’s face flushed slightly as she gazed at the familiar countenance. In this world, perhaps only the audacious girl of destiny before her would boldly use the word "cute" to describe the Abyssal Lord.

Hmm... how daring indeed. To think that just six years ago, she had nearly died at my hands, yet now she dared to approach me so closely without any guard up. Was she not afraid of repeating the same mistake?

Moreover, why did this girl directly bring me to the bed?!

That’s right, the soft, large cushion beneath Yumo at this moment was none other than Mengxi’s bed, emanating her scent. After being teleported to Mengxi’s room, Yumo had landed squarely on the bed, while Mengxi, with her hands propped on either side of Yumo’s head, was aggressively pressing down on her. Illuminated by the gentle moonlight from the window, the atmosphere between them was incredibly ambiguous.

"Hurry up and get off me..." Yumo mumbled in complaint, seemingly unable to bear the current atmosphere.

However, in response to Yumo’s request, Mengxi bluntly and willfully refused.

"Nop~!"

With those words, Mengxi lowered her body and slowly raised her hand, teasingly caressing Yumo’s face.

"It’s been six years since Wifey left without a word, making me wait in agony for so long. Shouldn’t you... compensate me a little~?"