Do Flowers Bloom in the Fallen Land? Chapter 8.1

“Then I'll adjust the number of guards around the perimeter and come back,” Aven said.

He brought water to wash and went outside.

Seira brushed her teeth, washed her face, and took off her clothes while Aven was away. She soaked the towel in the water and wiped her body in every nook and cranny she could reach. After she was done, Seira went on to search through her bag for something to wear.

“Hmm…”

After mulling for a long time, Seira decided to throw a robe on and nothing else underneath. The night air was rather cool because their camp was forested, however, her body was heating up too much to even appreciate it.

When she was finished and had lain in bed, Seira recalled the events that happened during the day's battle.

Baron was quite skilled. He would normally wield Damebon, which was dozens of times heavier than ordinary steel, as if it was nothing but a paper knife. Compared to Baron's physical strength, her natural capabilities were just at a decent level – even compared to other Omegas.

Usually, pure-blooded Alphas and Omegas developed about one main ability and a couple minor ones. On the other hand, Seira unusually developed two primary and three minor abilities. She used those powers to supplement her lack of physical strength.

For instance, it was essential to protect one's body from powerful explosions like what happened earlier. When Damebon smashed Pommel, it was obvious that she failed to control herself. It was a bit worrisome, as it meant it was the limit of her mental powers.

'I've been overdoing it lately,' she finally sighed.

If she had only manifested as an Alpha like Baron, then her combat efficiency would have been several times higher. It was quite a pity, actually. She had once wished to manifest as an Omega, but now with such a weak body, it was more than just burdensome to begin with.

“I'm tired,” Seira complained to no one in particular.

It was even more tiring when the battle outcomes were not the only thing she would have to think about. It was quite arduous to be exposed to so much pressure and tension from everyone.

Seira was the only Omega in the camp. If she would even show the slightest hint of weakness or exhaustion, those seeking an opportunity would surely bite the scruff of her neck.

It was all under the tolerance of her former fiance who was still hostile with her.

'Calrad…'

Her ex-fiancé, whom she chose to break up with when she chose Askan, became the Emperor. Using every power and influence he had, Calrad made sure Seira would feel that her decision seven years ago would be the most pathetic thing in the world.

It was also Calrad's decree that ended Askan's tax exemption period, which had not been set until last year.

'Well, I am glad that fortunately at least I still have Aven here,' she thought.

Seira heard her door close, and her eyes lifted towards Aven who had his back to her.

Master level slayers could handle swords as if it were an extension of their own bodies. Usually, there was only one to appear in every generation, even with high-ranking noble families. The other nobles went madly jealous when they learned that a vassal of Askan in Aven Helford rose to such a level at the age of 24.

It was an achievement that not much of the members of the four major families, including Viseltium, could accomplish so easily.

Without Aven, Seira would have suffered much worse on her own. With him always by her side, Seira could say she had survived countless battles without many major injuries.

Aven's eyebrows furrowed, and his forehead wrinkled. Seira's face looked quite serious as she stared at him.

“Did something happen?” he asked her.

Seira blinked several times before she finally replied in confusion, “What?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Aven worried.

Her mood quickly changed with his question. A wide smile spread across Seira's face and she beckoned Aven towards her.

When he got close enough to reach, Seira grabbed his arm and rose to stretch her naked legs at the edge of the bed.

Aven quickly averted his gaze downwards. He intended to hide his embarrassment, but it was of no use as she already saw his long lashes flinch at the sight of her body.

“You're late to wash up, Aven,” Seira admonished him.

“I can't just present my dirty body to such a precious person,” he replied.

'Who is truly dirty and precious?' Seira asked herself. Hopefully until the day that Askan would flourish once more, she hoped Aven would still continue to support her.

Seira's hand gently caressed Aven's cheek, tracing it down to his perfectly chiseled jaws with her dainty fingertips. Her other hand brushed over his earlobe and neck, and Seira untied his ribbon loose. With a slipping sound of the thin cloth, Aven's gray ponytail fell down like silk curtains to his shoulders.

At the same time, a suppressed groan escaped from his mouth – Seira's pheromones had swept over him like a raging tidal wave.

“I'll take off my clothes first,” he said. Aven asked for her permission before he completely lost his mind.

“Yes, you should,” she told him.

Seira waited quietly for him to finish undressing. A couple of times buttons would slip past his fingertips and a knot was torn off. Anyway, it wasn't long before he was fully exposed in front of her.

His body was tightly packed with compressed muscles. To say the least, he didn't look excessive nor lacking. He looked like that of an archangel of war, a perfect and firm statue with a face that could kill both literally and figuratively.

When he finally was done, Aven knelt down on one knee without hesitation.

“Will you allow me to touch you?” he asked her.

Seira took his entire beauty in before saying her sweet reply, “Of course.”

Aven's eyes trembled as he clasped her right foot in his hands. Her feet were littered with red and blue bruises, both new and old ones. It wasn't just the foot, but the whole leg itself. They were the aftereffects of overexerting her powers during battle.

Chapter end