The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 187: Make sure you are healthy before any kind of exercise

Chapter 187: Make sure you are healthy before any kind of exercise

Natha smiled--widely, and even...smugly. As if he was proud that he fell for me at that first meeting.

"Oh, gosh--" I buried my burning face in my palm. "I don’t even remember ever saying that!"

"Well, to be fair, you were delirious and in critical condition," he shrugged.

I gasped, looking up from my palm. "Ah, yeah, I was getting scolded so much,"

"You are reckless from the beginning," he shook his head and let out a sigh, as if I was a naughty child that had caused him many heart attacks.

Wait...I think he also like this when he visited me again after that. He was one of the people who scolded me, but I remembered feeling happy because he scolded me out of worry, not because I became an inconvenience from fainting.

Perhaps...that was the beginning of my crush. During the entirety of that winter, he was the constant warmth to my otherwise lonely nights. Although, at that time, I had no courage to carry any hope. I knew that he showed affection to me, but I constantly worried that it might be my wishful thinking. No more. A delusion to cheer me up.

Today, I knew it wasn’t.

"But you know," I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I wouldn’t be able to meet you that night otherwise."

"That’s unfair," he frowned slightly as I pulled away with a giggle. He pinched my cheek as he said in a stern voice. "How can I scold you if you say things like that?"

I giggled again, and continued even after he kissed me in response. Circling my arms around his neck, I felt his fingers tickling my side, and I laughed some more.

I couldn’t laugh anymore when he started using his tongue, however. When I whined and looked at his eyes briefly, I felt my heart stopped for a moment.

They gleamed with such immense desire.

That was the last time I could see his eyes before he grasped my head and back, pulling me deeper into his kiss. I gasped into his mouth, against his roaming tongue, and clutched his back as he brought me down to the mattress.

When my shoulder touched the bed, my back instinctively arched, and my lower body was pressed against his pelvis. I could feel it; our excitement, our desire.

Instinctively, as I held my breath and accepted his, I knew what was coming. His fingers that grazed my scalp added to the tingling in my abdomen, and the cold touch slipping beneath my shirt sent shivers down my spine, even as my body was filled with heat.

My heart beat louder, so loud I could hear the thumping sounds in my ear. Our lips parted and I gasped, squirming at the touch of his lips on my neck, and as they traveled lower, my back arched even more, and my head was thrown back, hard into the mattress.

My ears, which were filled with the sounds of my wildly beating heart started to ring. My skin felt like they were burning, and my lungs seemed to refuse working. I tried to open my eyes in a daze but sharp throbbing assaulted the base of my head.

"Ugh..." I let out an accidental groan, and Natha paused.

He immediately stopped his ministration and pulled up. He touched my cheek and caressed it. "You’re okay?" I heard his voice, like a ringing in my ears.

"...zy...feels dizzy..." I mumbled, scrunching my face at the thumping sensation in my skull.

My sight was blurry, so I couldn’t see his face. But his voice was filled with worry. "Oh, God--I’m sorry."

I reached for him and grasped whatever I could, clutching into the fabric of his nightrobe. "N-no...’s okay...we can--"

"No, we’re not," I heard his stern voice. From that, I could sense that he was frowning deeply. "You still have a fever, you need to rest."

"But..."

"No ’but’," he said, and I felt my body sway gently as he lifted my body and fixed my position on the bed, laying my head on the pillow properly.

I sighed at the plush support below my head and neck, feeling the throbbing diminish slightly. But when I feel the cold hand retreat from my body, I grasped his arms and opened my eyes, squinting to look at him. "But...you’ll stay, right?"

"Of course, I will. Why wouldn’t I?" he gave me a chuckle that was half worried and half amused.

He proceeded to caress my burning forehead, and as I felt he laid down close to me, pulling me into his embrace, I let out another giggle and drifted to sleep.

I had no idea it would be a long one.

* * *

"Why the fuck is this happening again?!"

The Demon Lord slammed his fist on the table, looking absolutely livid. It would be terrifying if it wasn’t for the fact that he was trembling. The cold that blasted the room did not induce fear in the other demons, which meant the Nightmare was severely frightened.

Dhuarta bit her lips as her hands clutched into the blanket covering the human. It had been the second day that their Lord’s bride lay there, sleeping so pretty, but with no sign of waking up.

When Natha woke up in the morning, Val was still sleeping. It didn’t rouse any alarm since he slept past midnight after all of their talks, so Natha went about his extended business after giving a forehead kiss. He left with a light heart since the fever had gone down, and the pale cheeks had grown rosy again.

Valen looked lovely, as lovely as always.

But when he came back in the afternoon, he was greeted by a panicked little bird. Jade didn’t even peck him angrily like the previous day, but straight up wailing. The little bird was so upset that it made all kinds of mini-natural disasters in the hall.

Val had yet to wake up.

At this point, it was a little worrying. But the physician thought the human was just recovering. After all, he was just out of a fever. There was nothing wrong with the Young Master’s body, the physician said. Just like yesterday. And this time, there wasn’t even a fever, and he didn’t even look pale. Still as lovely as this morning.

It was like...time hadn’t moved at all.

"Nightmare!" the Salamander had called out to the Lord--not as upset as the little bird, which was being held by Lesta--but still filled with agitation. "He’s not there!"

"What?" Natha’s frown grew deeper as he hurriedly approached the bed.

"I can’t sense him! I can’t sense anyone!"

When Val coughed the black pollution last week, Natha had felt like his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. He recalled all the times he had witnessed Valen throwing up and coughing blood in the hospital. But even then, he didn’t feel this horrid.

His heart dropped to the base of his stomach. If he was worried yesterday, he was terrified now. The Salamander was right--he couldn’t feel Valen’s soul. He couldn’t even feel Valmeier’s soul.

The body, the lovely body, was like a husk.

They tried waking him up, to no avail. They tried to ’heal’ him, but other than the persistent remains of the blockage in his circuit, the human was perfectly healthy. His heart was beating, his lungs were functioning, his veins were pulsing. Everything seemed to be alright.

With the passing of time, the familiar grew more panic. Its Master was there, but it felt like the time when they entered through the portal. It couldn’t feel its Master’s presence, even though the body was there. The little bird and the Salamander tried to probe the human’s circuit, looking into his astral body, but they felt like they were bumping into a thick barrier each time.

And that continued into the next day, in which the Lord was visibly agitated. He stayed awake the whole night, trying to speak and call Valen back. It was something if the problem was with the body, but with the soul...

The Lord was lost. He buried his face in his palm, terrified. No one knew the extent of his fear, because no one knew the human’s condition. They had no idea that Valen’s soul came from a different world. They had no idea that Valen’s soul might never come back.

But why? Why now?

He was fine last night. He was still Valen. They talked, they kissed, they--

"My Lord," the physician spoke carefully. "This might be presumptuous of me, but would you consider looking for an expert?"

Natha lifted his face, and the physician flinched at the devastating look inside the silver eyes. But he continued. "I’ve never treated a human or a druid before, my Lord, so I might make an error in judgment due to the difference in physiology. Perhaps having a human or a druid physician would give us something?"

Of course, there was no guarantee. And the physician did feel like there was nothing wrong physically with the human. But what they needed to have now was hope, for the Lord to feel like there was still something he could do.

And it worked.

With clenched teeth, the Lord stood up and hurriedly walked out of the room. "Get me a communication orb," he said. "Connect me to Sarteriel."

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