novelraw Chapter 653: Honeymoon
Chapter 653: Honeymoon
Fisher had a dream.
He dreamed that many years ago, within a few years after he and Elizabeth separated, before she led the army to war with Schwari, he finally overcame his hesitation, and delivered that letter he twisted and pinched repeatedly failing to send out into the Golden Palace.
He dreamed Elizabeth rode a golden carriage to his rental house from within the Golden Palace, throwing herself into his embrace overjoyed, as if the estrangement of so many years only needed a simple letter from him to dissolve.
He dreamed she took him back to the Golden Palace to face her father and brother. Many years passed, the youth in the ivory tower originally could finally take charge of things alone, able to prove to Godlin that he was the young talent who matched Elizabeth.
At that time, the Elizabeth standing beside him would look at the Fisher beside her with radiant and lively eyes, and then when her relatives swayed uncertainly, use her own determination to change their minds.
He dreamed they followed a logical course and got married. Under the tacit consent of Godlin, under the spotlight highly anticipated by the masses of Naris, the Eldest Princess of the Empire and the disciple of the Grand Mage tied the knot, becoming an enviable couple.
He dreamed Elizabeth wore a very beautiful wedding dress. Under the witness of the Mother Goddess's loving gaze, she lowered her head. When the snow-white veil as white as snow was lifted by Fisher and fell behind her head, her finely crafted makeup could be seen. Her pink, rosy lips curled up slightly, and in her eyes full of radiance and emotion was Fisher's figure.
Beside them, the Archbishop of Saint-Nazareth was honored to bear witness to this ceremony. Holding the Scripture of Creation in his hands, he solemnly inquired of the newlyweds before him.
"Elizabeth Godlin, are you willing to become the lawful wife of the man before your eyes, whether in poverty, wealth, health or sickness, you will accompany him, love him, respect him, until death do you part?"
"I am willing."He dreamed, Elizabeth would say this without thinking, tightly holding his hand with hers.
And the Archbishop nodded, turning to look at the other newlywed.
"Fischer Benavides, are you willing to become the lawful husband of the woman before your eyes, from now on, whether in good times or in adversity, whether rich or poor, whether healthy or sick, whether young or old, you will be in the same boat through wind and rain, sharing weal and woe, sharing joys and sorrows, becoming lifelong companions?"
"I am willing."
He dreamed he also completely without thinking made the answer. What spat out from his mouth, was a promise as sweet as honey.
He dreamed they underwent a very long ceremony, busy for a day amidst a grand nationwide broadcast. It wasn't until nightfall that the clamor dispersed bit by bit, leaving the warm time for their alone time.
He dreamed Elizabeth drank a lot of alcohol, thus somewhat weakly snuggled against his body, pouring out to him the feelings she didn't have time to reveal these years.
And when everything only left them, he dreamed Elizabeth gently stretched out her hands, cupping his cheeks, looking blurrily at him above her with eyes full of love. She said,
"Fisher, I am handing everything of mine to you, from now on you must always be with me... You must become my husband, the father of my children, become my only family member, become my most loved person, okay?"
He dreamed she eagerly asked for warm love from him. When he lowered his head promising, she then offered up her warm lips, wanting to merge into one with him.
He couldn't remember the exact process clearly, or rather that primitive reproduction process wasn't originally what he wanted to dream of?
He merely dreamed, felt the scorching love transmitted from her. He dreamed Elizabeth whispered beside his cheeks more than once, she murmured, moaned telling Fisher.
"I love you..."
"I love you..."
"I love you..."
"I love you to the point of completely possessing you, such that even death cannot separate us, Fisher..."
In that hazy dream, Fisher's consciousness, as if drowning in a pool of dirty oil, already couldn't hear the words in the dream clearly at all. He just suddenly felt his chest was a bit stuffy, feeling tight and uncomfortable to the limit, his consciousness subsequently also sobering up a bit more.
Thus the next second he opened his eyes. Entering his eyes, were the bed curtains at the head of the bed slightly swaying along with the morning breeze.
It was still before dawn at this moment, thus only the gray sky outside the window revealing a bit of light remained for Fisher to see. This time period Fisher didn't quite like, always feeling that before the sun rose it was too gray and ruined. But generally speaking, every time he awoke at this time, there would be a wipe of sweet fragrance beside him giving comfort.
This time was no exception either.
At this moment, draped upon Fisher's body were strands of scattered golden long hair. And situated above the golden long hair, were the lotus root-like arms of the master of the long hair excessively draped onto Fisher. Who else was it if not Her Majesty Elizabeth?
However even during sleep time, Her Majesty Elizabeth's sleeping posture could still be considered elegant. Although her arms along with her face leaned upon Fisher's chest and shoulder, in reality this action was more like snuggling, incomparable to the "completely lacking demeanor" of an octopus style.
On the bed beside, the empty dinner plates, the messily piled up bedding, the bed sheets lifted into folds like layers of waves, as well as the silk balls pinched into balls one by one, evidently having been used, all narrated everything that happened last night.
He blankly blinked his eyes, and his body was also awakened from an entire night's sound sleep. He raised a hand holding the arm draped upon him, yet because of this simple action he similarly awakened the person beside his pillow.
"Buzz..."
The next second, the Elizabeth snuggling beside him suddenly opened those bright, hollow golden eyes of hers, looking at the Fisher beside her.
Very quickly, a rarely seen satisfied expression was revealed from within them once more. She smiled slightly, squinting her eyes again, pressing her face against Fisher's chest, her palm also backhandedly gripping his palm, softly saying.
"Good morning, Fisher..."
"Good morning."
Elizabeth closed her eyes, seemingly still adjusting her state amidst the lingering charm of slowly fading sleepiness, causing Fisher to inevitably look at her inquiring.
"Still very sleepy?"
"Mmhmm," Elizabeth nodded in his embrace, her voice sounding low and muffled as well.
"A little bit, but right now it's still early right, let me lie down a while longer..."
"Okay."
After Fisher agreed, the Elizabeth lying in his embrace seemingly impulsively couldn't help but laugh again.
"Hehe..."
"Laughing at what?"
"Ate so full last night, tonight will be like this too."
These were all a piece of cake to Fisher. Let alone tonight, even right now actually it didn't matter, he could even persist for a whole day.
Thinking about it carefully, although all extraordinary traits on him were restored to their original state by Azanroth's blessing, in this aspect he completely didn't feel weakened.
Could it be this wasn't considered an extraordinary trait?
Fisher thought this way, but just such a momentary mind-wandering time would be caught by Elizabeth. She raised her eyes looking at the pondering Fisher, gently reaching out and pinching his chin, twisting it from facing the direction of the ceiling over to look at herself, immediately following which the action in her hands surprisingly changed into a gentle caress.
"Thinking about what, so concentrated... Could it be, unable to wait right now, especially looking forward to tonight?"
"...I seemed to have had a dream previously."
"A dream? Regarding what?"
Elizabeth patiently looked at Fisher, waiting for his continuation. And he hesitated for a moment, not reciting the sweetness inside the dream over again, but rather thought of Renee's proposal earlier.
He adjusted his wording, only then saying.
"Elizabeth, if one day in the future you are willing to leave, to go live in a very very far place away with me?"
"Very far? How far?"
"...I don't know either, just a hypothesis, so there is only a concept. If I have to say, it should probably be even further than the ends of the earth."
Elizabeth blinked, smilingly agreeing without thinking.
"Okay ah, I am willing to go with you."
"Like this huh..."
"But..." The Elizabeth staying in his embrace tapped her chin, softly saying. "That should also have to be a very long time afterwards."
"A very long time afterwards?"
"Mm, wait until our child is born, we educate this newly born little prince and little princess to adulthood. This way, I will then hand Naris and her people to him, I will then let go taking no notice of things leaving with you. No matter how far I am willing to go with you together."
Fisher pondered for a bit, adding even stricter conditions to this hypothesis again.
"What if there isn't such a long time, before we have children?"
"Ugh, if it is like this I truly am a little distressed. Although I would also view my child as an independently existing entity, fundamentally speaking, as the extension of my bloodline, through blood relation and personally experienced education he will eventually possess my thoughts, thereby able to inherit everything of mine..."
"Are you unable to let go of Naris?"
"It is not that I am unable to let go of Naris, but Naris is unable to let go of me. Although perhaps in your eyes, my regicide and usurpation of power were entirely for myself, I also do not deny this point, but I know the meaning of 'responsibility'. I promised Dami'an I would do better than Dexter, and also swore an oath to the masses to change everything about Naris. This is not something I can easily cast aside, I must be responsible for them."
Elizabeth looked straight at the Fisher before her eyes. Fisher could also hear she was not joking. He nodded, actually her words in some sense also further firmed his thought of refusing to flee.
"I see..."
Elizabeth tilted her head, looking at the Fisher before her eyes suddenly asking in puzzlement.
"Why suddenly ask this, could it be you feel staying inside the Golden Palace is very stuffy?"
"It's okay, just speaking from feelings wanting to ask a bit only, who told me to have had a dream last night."
"Dreams are reflections of reality, day thoughts lead to night dreams, does this signify your subconscious feels this way?"
Elizabeth's gaze was hollow, seemingly carefully scrutinizing the man before her eyes from the details. But after pausing for a moment, she merely blinked her eyes, as if gaining nothing.
She had some doubts, only not displaying them, opening her mouth to speak thus.
This action suddenly made Fisher realize, her prosthetic eyes seemed to have not exerted their original efficacy ah.
Five years ago when in Naris, although her prosthetic eyes couldn't distort Fisher's desires, they could observe his body's reactions down to the finest detail obtaining his thoughts. Even his secretly harboring Jasmine, the never-spoken feelings towards Jasmine were seen through by her prosthetic eyes.
But now, she surprisingly used a 'guessing' tone to state a possibility, evidently having not obtained any information from Fisher's body...
Could it be the function of the prosthetic eyes didn't take effect on him?
Yet previously when in the church in Chitel City with Valentina, she clearly was able to discover his position through the ability of the prosthetic eyes ah...
Wait, there seemed to be a bit of a difference between these two functions of the prosthetic eyes.
Previously in Chitel City it was he himself looking at the phantom left by the prosthetic eyes, resulting in Elizabeth also being able to discover the gaze of the existence sizing up this position from the perspective of the seat when he looked at that seat.
Which is to say, the subject seeing him here was Elizabeth, rather than Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes.
Saying it like this might be a little difficult to understand. Then let's consider a question, it is known both Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes and Elizabeth have consciousness, and Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes as Elizabeth's eyes can help her see external objects.
In this process, the scene seen is actually simultaneously seen by Elizabeth and the prosthetic eyes.
Elizabeth saw the scene, and the prosthetic eyes similarly saw the scene, and could also activate their own abilities discovering deeper information within the scene passing it to Elizabeth, so she could rely on the prosthetic eyes carefully discovering the concealed details down to the finest detail.
And now, perhaps because Fisher was enveloped in the Concealment Blessing, subjectively he had emotional connections with Elizabeth and not Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes either.
So, actually now only Elizabeth could see him, and as a subjective consciousness, Pandora's Prosthetic Eyes were unable to detect and observe him. Did this also lead to Elizabeth being unable to rely on the prosthetic eye's ability to analyze whether Fisher was lying and the thoughts and feelings in his inner heart anymore?
Isn't this a little too exaggerated? Honestly speaking, if it didn't have that drag of "restoring to an ordinary person", this blessing would absolutely be extremely exaggerated.
And actually under Renee's hint, he felt this drag actually could also be exempted, it just required reaching some condition.
Otherwise, because he had to read the Completion Handbook to resist the invading Chaos, reading the Completion Handbook required reaching the reading condition. When meeting the reading condition he would be discovered by the Chaos deities and obstructed by Them. In order to avoid being obstructed by the divine artifacts of Chaos he enveloped the Concealment Blessing. The result was wrapping the Concealment Blessing made him unable to read the Completion Handbook and meet the reading condition.
What is this if not a meaningless closed loop?
Demi-Human Girl Con shouldn't be so bored as to hold a blessing from a deity even more formidable than Ramastia to play him, otherwise he truly had to say "good playtime".
"Right, Fisher..."
But right within this one or two seconds of thinking in his brain, the Elizabeth beside blinked her eyes, yet seemingly thought of something, opening her mouth towards Fisher.
"Previously you said wanting to go live in a very very far place..."
"Mm, what's wrong?"
"In the hypothesis of this scenario, the ones leaving are only the two of us, right?"
Elizabeth maintained a smile looking at Fisher, words left unsaid, as if there was some deeper meaning unexpressed within this sentence.
"..."
Fisher opened his mouth, suddenly being asked by this sentence from Elizabeth unsure of how to answer for the best at once.
Mm, that...
Actually he wanted to take all related females away? When the World-Ending Prophecy arrives?
Good heavens, probably at that time, putting aside the destruction of the world, just within their "ark" squad alone there would have to be several rounds of fiercely conflicted fighting.
He didn't even dare to think about it. But at this moment, facing Elizabeth's smiling expression, knowing her prosthetic eyes could no longer judge whether he was lying or not, the confidence in his inner heart was also sufficient by a bit, saying.
"Of course, only me and you."
"That's great..."
Elizabeth perfectly satisfied ringed his neck, fondly kissing beside his lips unable to bear letting go, happily saying.
"I love you, Fisher."
"..."
At this moment, listening to Elizabeth's perfectly satisfied words, Fisher suddenly felt somewhat guilty in his inner heart.
Because he suddenly discovered, after losing the judgement of the prosthetic eyes Elizabeth still would subconsciously believe him, and moreover was so easily satisfied.
Looking back at himself...
Fisher couldn't evaluate it well. But Elizabeth already considerately thought the lover waking up early saying these things with her was entirely because he didn't want to be locked up within the Golden Palace. She raised her body a bit, thinking for a moment later suddenly proposing.
"If you don't want to stay inside the Golden Palace, in a few days, in a few days how about I take you to the Royal Private Beach? Just the two of us, I will take you to have a good fun trip, and also give myself a holiday incidentally..."
"Just treat it as, a honeymoon?"
Her hollow golden eyes curved, speaking perfectly full of expectation like this.