Chapter 263 – Colorful (5)
“Dad! Look at this! I made it!”
Arus showed me a doll made of stone, paper, and wood. I took the doll and looked around. Yellow hair and red eyes.
“Are you Dad?”
“Yes! I want to give it to my dad as a gifthehe…”
“Arus. Aren’t you excited that daddy came? I didn’t do that to my mother.”
Hehe…”
She grinned as Arus flicked her tongue. Did her hedgehog say her child was pretty? I also started to see Arus as cute and affectionate. She was several times taller and stronger than a normal baby, fearsome but able to talk and a lot of charm, so she wasn’t bad. I pressed Arus’ cheek. Arus played a joke by gently biting my hand. His teeth his were lightly touching my hand, giving me a chiropractor-like stimulation.
I can see why people call children puppies. On the second day since I came to Rare, I was with Arus’ charm of her.
“Let’s eat.”
Artie is a good cook. She had stocked up a bunch of high-performing magic tools, and she was also stocking up on spices, so it was natural for her. I asked as I watched Artie grill her steak her.
“Artie. How did you buy all the ingredients here?”
“Theorgon bought it. I made it Living alone in a place like this isn’t fun, is it? I cooked, I built a house, I did so many things.”
Artie deftly flipped the meat on the frying pan. Although she hadn’t had sex in her human form, it seemed that she had been playing for quite some time. Arus was jumping in front of her table with her mouth wide open. I said while patting Arus on the tailbone of her.
“Arus. Should I take a seat?”
“Yes!”
Arus opened her mouth wide and said yes! She replied and sat down. A very homely landscape. I suddenly missed my estate. I wanted to take my children and have a meal like this with my wives at my estate. It wasn’t that I hated Arty’s rare, but the place I attached the most to in this world was definitely my territory. If I go back this time, shall I make Eve and Aina one?
“All right.”
Food moved by magic was placed on the table. Arus looked at me and the meal alternately. Artie seems to have solidified her education, so I called Artie with a smile.
“Artie. Come quickly.”
“Okay.”
Artie sat down. The dining table was a luxurious item that was foreign to the cave rare. While cutting the meat, I glanced at Arus. Arus was chewing and swallowing, sticking her teeth into the warm cooked meat. Alligators and lizards in the zoo seemed to be chewing and swallowing huge creatures. I thought it was cute, so I cut the meat into small pieces and threw it to Arus.
As Arus ate it, Arty scolded me.
“Lucius! Can’t give it like that Meals should be polite!”
“Sorry.”
But is this kind of humane manner of eating even for a dragon? I asked while cutting the meat.
“Artie. My coachman should be sleeping in the shed, but I don’t know if I can physically wake him up because he’s been put to sleep by Deorgon’s magic. Excuse me, can you wake the coachman?”
“Deorgon? Seriously, that evil dragon just makes things happen. Wait a moment?”
Artie snapped her fingers and a square door sprouted in the air. When I peered through the door, there was a coachman lying loosely on the floor, snoring under one of his blankets. When Artie clapped his hands, the coachman jumped up in amazement.
“Ooh! Oh my, oh my! Drag… What are you?”
“Wow!”
Arus stopped eating and jumped into the portal. When the coachman saw Arus approaching, he screamed in fear.
“Wow! Monster! It is a monster!”
“Monster? Oh, am I a monster?”
Arus cried. Artie snapped her fingers and her coachman’s mouth her gulped. She looked a little upset, but she seemed to have put up with me for an hour. I said while stroking Arus’ head.
“Someone saw our Arus and said we were monsters. Huh? Our Arus is an angel. Pretty angel princess I know?”
“Really?Hehe…”
Arus gently bit my hand again and laughed. I glanced at the coachman. The coachman, whose mouth was shut, flinched at my gaze, nodded at her, and jumped up. I sat Arus down to eat her at her table, kissed Artie on the cheek, and went back to the coachman. Artie had meanwhile grilled her meat in the kitchen, put it on her plate, and tossed it roughly toward her shed. The meat half off her plate scratched the floor.
I lowered my voice to the coachman and said.
“Coachman. Be quiet and listen to me.”
The coachman hurriedly nodded her head. I glanced at Artie and Arus. Artie looked at this side for a while and then started eating with Arus again. I said.
“My wife. She’s my daughter Got it? You know very well that you shouldn’t make rude remarks.”
The coachman nodded her head. Artie snapped her fingers as soon as I came out. The coachman moved towards her winking fish and her portal closed. I said.
“Artie. It happened because I didn’t tell that friend that you and I have children. Sorry. Can you forgive me just once with a big heart?”
Artie stared at the spot where her portal had disappeared with a pouty expression. And she reluctantly nodded her head, and she said.
“If Lucius says so… Arus. Should I brush my teeth after I finish eating?”
Fortunately, it didn’t seem that bad. I ate the rest of the meat and started playing with Arus again. There was a lot of work to do in wide rares. As if Artie wanted to nurture Arus’s sensitivity, there was a small garden-like space with grass growing in it, as well as a swimming pool and a frozen area with snow. All of these spaces could be accessed using portals.
He splashed around with Arus, went into the water with Artie, and kissed leisurely. We all took a nap together in the grass and played by throwing snow at each other in the snow. The playtime lasted until the evening. Returning exhausted, I leaned back on the sofa and sighed. On my lap, Arus was asleep wagging her tail her.
I leaned on Artie’s thighs and relaxed.
“Whoops…”
Artie said while stroking my hair.
“Lucius. I had a hard time today too. Wasn’t it difficult because of our Arus?”
“No. She’s my daughter. What.”
Arus fell asleep soundly. Artie snapped her fingers and Arus floated up and into her room her. Artie said to me, gently stroking her own hair her.
“Are you tired?”
“Yes.”
Artie was rubbing my temple lightly. This was a nice-looking action, but it was like putting my head between a press and getting a massage. An action in which Artie is bound to explode her head if she gives her even the slightest bit of her power. Have you heard that puppies express their obedience and affection to others by showing their bellies? I was now Artie’s male puppy.
At that moment, the thought of Meigar’s oath came to mind. How on earth is Arty going to unravel Meiga’s oath? Is she rubbing her hair like this and making her spit it out?
“Artie.”
“Why?”
“How are you going to break Meiga’s oath?”
“Well… I have no choice but to dig up the memory. In fact, in order to completely erase your memory with magic, you have to give that much shock to your brain, but you can’t give that kind of shock to your head every time you use magic, right? It’s probably a principle that erases memories from your head with a certain suggestion.”
“Is that so?”
“Okay. That kind of thing depends on the scope of the contract, and now it depends on how you apply pressure, but didn’t you say the elven queen? Elves have to be strong to be elves. It’s not like I’m messing around with my hair.”
“What if someone on par with Artie was brainwashed by her?”
I asked because I remembered Mimir, who was brainwashed at the bottom of Ashildern. Artie paused as if thinking about something. Was it too blatant? But then she closed her eyes and said.
“If that’s enough… I don’t know yet, but I’ll be able to try it once I completely cut off the subject of the contract. Someone as strong as me… I don’t know how I was brainwashed.”
I looked at Artie. Artie looked at me and she was grinning. She had to tell Mimir. I opened my mouth.
“How is Mimir and how close she is. Artie?”
“Isn’t Mimir pretty?”
“Yes.”
“Mimir and I, Dagon and Theoter all only heard each other’s names in the Pandemonium. We fell to the ground and met each other just once. Do you think there was a spirited match at that time? You can see that the promise from then has continued to this day. It’s not a special relationship, but it’s a relationship that takes care of each other.”
If it was between that level, it seemed that there would be no big problem even if I said it right now. I called Artie.
“Artie.”
“Why?”
“You won’t be angry with me, will you?”
Artie smiled softly and stroked my hair.
“I am not angry with you.”
“Artie. That… I met Mimir…”
When I took her rhyme, she seemed to have roughly figured out what I was going to say. She bit her lip slightly, closed her eyes, and let out her sigh. Sensing the spirit of fire falling from Artie, I shrank.
“Mimir was already subdued. They say he wrote the [Meigar Oath] On Mimir.”
“…So?”
A cold chill brew in. I got a creepy feeling. She didn’t say anything and just sat there, feeling the pressure as if someone was stepping on my chest. My vision was blurry, and it seemed that dark clouds were hanging over the entire cave. She was thinking about something as she rolled her eyes. For a while, she lightly brushed my hair, lost in thought, and smiled again.
“Elf. They are ungrateful children.”
Those words sounded like a death sentence. Artie’s warm hand landed on top of my head, trying not to show the chills. She said as her hand his, which lay down as light as her feathers her, brushed slowly across my forehead.
“It’s okay. Lucius. I’m not angry. Do you know Since my anger is only directed at Deorgon alone, I will not directly attack or rampage against Ahildern. But…”
Artie said.
“Will you bring Mimir here? Because she has to fix the child.”
