Chapter 189: Yggdrasil
Looking at Moon who was sleeping peacefully.

The corners of Shadow Sun's mouth couldn't help but slightly rise.

After carefully brushing away the scattered hair, Shadow Sun just quietly looked at his lover's face.

She had been looking forward to this day for too long.

So she felt like she could never see enough.

The only problem is.

Shadow Sun's eyes did not leave Morn's face, but her hand was slightly placed on Morn's ring.

The King forged this ring in the eternal flames of Mount End.

Among the Twelve Golden Flower Lords, only the deputy Shadow Sun knows the most about the existence of the ring.

The rest of the people only knew that the true uniqueness was hidden in the Fool's Sword.

"Why do you want to hide your true face?"

"Is it because you are a human now that you don't want everyone to know?"

The goddess asked the sleeping king in a low voice.

However, although it is called an inquiry, it is actually more like a small dissatisfaction and complaint.

Because his king did not tell him the truth.

Obviously, she chose the king. The soul is the essence, and the body is just a shell.

As long as the soul is still that person, then the appearance and body are insignificant.

Ugly or ordinary, the king is always the king.

Of course, you still have to look good, otherwise how can you win the king's favor?

The goddess could easily see through the disguise of the ring. After all, this was not the real function of the ring.

But the goddess didn't do that.

This is the king's choice.

She didn't even ask.

She just waited quietly, and at this moment when no one knew about it, she complained a little.

After a brief hesitation, the goddess decided to be bolder.

She carefully supported the king's head and neck, then took away the pillow she had prepared herself.

Then, the goddess's smooth hands slowly reached for her high heels, gently untied the shoelaces, and gracefully took off her high heels, revealing her exquisite jade feet that looked like works of art.

She sat down gently, and the bed sank slightly, as if welcoming the arrival of the goddess.

Finally, with eyes full of tenderness and pity, the goddess carefully placed the king on her knees, as if she was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Her long hair was like a waterfall, and the moonlight shining on it added a bit of tenderness to the scene. The goddess lowered her head slightly and stared at the king, her eyes full of love and concern, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment, just to protect this peaceful and beautiful scene.

This should be the highest level of enjoyment in the world.

Use the knees of a goddess as a pillow.

It seemed as if I felt an unprecedented softness and comfort.

Moon's expression was visibly relaxed even as he was sleeping.

This also made the goddess's mouth corners more upturned.

But soon, the goddess frowned slightly.

And spread your vision to the surroundings.

Something seems to be wrong.
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And in the king's sleep.

Moon was feeling more comfortable than ever before.

A warm bed, comfortable pillows, and a sweet fragrance lingering around.

It's all just awesome.

So Moon fell into a deep sleep.

Wait until the light from outside the window shines in through the hollow carvings.

Moon finally opened his eyes reluctantly. The first thing he saw was the dim light and a very refreshing greeting:
"Good morning, my Lord. But you can go back to sleep! It's still early!"

It wasn't Roselorien's voice, nor was it even a voice that she was familiar with, but this voice was clearly very strange.

But I feel extremely familiar and adapted to it.

It’s as if I have lived with this person for a very long time.

After opening his eyes slightly confused, Moon saw a lady hidden behind the veil.

And from this perspective.

Did I sleep on her lap?
Knee pillow?!
"How is it? Even though it's just a false dream, this feeling is real!"

Is this a dream?!

The woman's voice made Moen feel even more strange.

He tried to get up from the woman's thighs, but the woman's hand held him down.

The force was not strong, it was just an expression of dissuasion.

Surprisingly, Moon just stopped there.

Because Moen had recognized who she was.

"Yectrasil?"

"You recognized it, my Lord."

After saying this with a smile, her true face hidden behind the curtain was revealed to Moon.

There is still a curtain between us, but this curtain has no effect at this moment.

She was undoubtedly a beauty, and at the same time, Moon also felt unprecedented kindness and tolerance from her.

Very rich in motherly tenderness.

This is a quality that only holy trees possess.

She embraced the malice of the world and forgave the blasphemous dragon that cursed the rivers of the entire world with its pus, blood and resentment.

Many people therefore believe that the Holy Tree is the cornerstone of the original creation of the world. There are even many fanatics outside the elves who firmly claim that the Holy Tree is actually the half of the original.

However, this was indeed the first time Moon had seen such a look.

But even so, Moon recognized her.

So after a brief surprise, Moen, who was still lying on her lap, looked at her face and smiled:
"How could I not recognize you?"

It was just a simple sentence, but it made Yktrahil's cheeks slightly red.

"Your words are still so easy to capture people's hearts, my majesty."

"I am only speaking the truth, Y'k'drasil."

The more this happened, the more obvious the blush on the Holy Tree's face became.

"Your Majesty, you should know how much trouble you have caused because of your mouth!"

Hearing this, Moon smiled embarrassedly.

"I asked Trapolis, and he said he hadn't found anything special either. So what about you? Have you found anything?"

"And how do you think this matter will develop?"

Because this is an unprecedented event, Moon still plans to discuss it with the Holy Tree.

He felt that this might be the only goddess who could stand firmly behind him at the moment.

The other goddesses were also very reliable, but Moon could not trust them on this matter alone.

After thinking about this, Moon also asked Yggdrasil another question:
"Why would you be so tolerant of another goddess choosing me as her king?"

Trapolis' words also lingered in Moon's mind.

In response, the Holy Tree, which still provided Moon with its thigh as a knee pillow, just looked at him and said:
"Maybe it's just because my love for you is not that of a couple."

After saying this, her gaze drifted off into the distance and said:

"It may also be because I personally chose Roselorien to give to you."

(End of this chapter)