The two couldn't bear to part from each other, their lips meeting again and again.
Even when their lips felt tired, they still held each other tightly, not fearing to let go, quietly nestled together.
"Chris, let me see your true face, you've hidden it so well from me, I must see it to my heart's content!" Rody suddenly broke the silence, recalling something. He wanted to let Chris's golden hair down and restore her to her female appearance, but Chris caught his hand, twisting her body, unwilling to comply.
"I have no breasts, no buttocks, there's nothing good to see. Don't you like big-breasted women? Better not look!" Chris suddenly said resentfully.
"..." Rody was speechless, when had he ever said that?
"Don't even think about touching my body with your filthy hands, or I'll bite you to death!" Chris felt she had nothing to threaten Rody with, and in the end, she just showed her small white teeth, menacingly shaking them.
"Chris, how did you think of looking for me in the first place?" Rody suspected she was the seventh princess, but directly asking wouldn't work; he had to beat around the bush.
"Why do you care! You want to know who I am, huh? Well, I'm not going to tell you!" Chris, rejuvenated by love's nourishment, glowed radiantly. Though still dressed as a man, her charm was overwhelming to Rody. However, her temperament reverted back to that of a wilful girl, no longer the Chris of before.
"Let's exchange information. You want to know about the Queen of the Underworld, right? You tell me one thing, and I'll tell you one thing about her, how about that?" Rody knew Chris must be curious about the Queen of the Underworld and decided to trade information.
"Hmph, I'm not in a hurry now." After establishing their relationship as intimate lovers, Chris felt more secure and cared less about the Queen of the Underworld.
"Then you must be curious about my past, right?" Rody slightly smiled, saying, "You tell me a little secret of yours, and I’ll share a memory from my past. How about that? Chris, at least tell me your full name."
"How can there be someone as dumb as you in the world? I disguised myself as a man and called myself Christian; my original name is obviously Christina. You call yourself smart; I think you're a big idiot! Can't even distinguish between a man and a woman, and you dare call yourself the wonder kid? You're more like the wonder pig! Is there any man like me in the world? Even if you think with your toes, you could figure it out. Hmph! And don't you dare call my name, especially in front of Tommy and the others. You're still the Son of the Night, and I'm still the Son of the Elf, Chris!" Chris glared at Rody lovingly and resentfully.
"Christina?" Rody joyfully hugged Chris into his arms, about to kiss her, but she blocked him with her hand.
"Enough kissing, I just want to talk now!" Chris, afraid that one kiss from him would make her spill everything, hurriedly stopped him, proudly keeping her little secret.
"Alright, let's talk first!" Rody curiously asked, "How did you disguise yourself as a man?"
"Are you referring to the time we bathed together?" Chris blushed as she spoke, but then she laughed coquettishly, "I'm skilled in disguise magic. You never came close to see, so how could you break my magic? Besides, how would you think a girl would be so bold as to enter the bathroom to bathe with you? This unexpected move naturally fooled you completely, haha, thinking back, it still seems funny!"
"Honestly, you don't speak or act like a girl at all!" Rody paused briefly, then said, "In my previous world, about one thousand and several hundred years ago, there was a girl named 'Hua Mulan' who, like you, disguised herself as a man to join the army and fought for over a decade without being discovered! Chris, I dare say, if my memories had awakened earlier, you definitely couldn't have fooled me!"
"I can fool you whenever I want to, you big idiot, I've fooled you so many times!" Chris giggled behind her hand, smugly.
"Confess quickly, or I'll use 'body search magic' on you!" Rody raised his hand threateningly.
"You wouldn't dare!" Chris feared Rody taking advantage of the moment to touch her. Although she deeply loved the man before her, it would be too demeaning to let him take liberties with her right after kissing. Besides, once she let him touch her, wouldn’t it lead to more? The more Chris thought about it, the more her body felt weak. She quickly steadied her mind and warned, "Before we get married, don't even think about taking liberties with me!"
"Marriage?" Rody was a bit stunned upon hearing this.
"Let’s talk about those things later, we can't do this now." Seeing Rody's expression, Chris softly pleaded, "Can you be patient for a while? This matter requires at least the consent of your mother and my parents. Are you feeling very uncomfortable? Can you be patient for a while?"
"Chris, don't be too nervous, I just want to know about you. Let's start getting to know each other from now on. You tell me what you can, let me understand you, and I will also be honest with you, how does that sound?" Rody gently embraced Chris in his arms, softly comforting. Although he had indulged in passion with the Starry Sky Goddess, he had never thought of doing such things to Chris.
"Rody..." Chris felt relieved, moved by his attitude.
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Love encompasses many things, primarily love and sex. But in her eyes, love must be greater than sex; otherwise, people become slaves to their desires. Of course, she was confident in satisfying her loved one both emotionally and physically.
Now, Rody's attitude was the same; he cared only about her love, not insisting on pursuing physical pleasure.
She disguised herself in the army, often seeing Stanley and the others, representing the elite youth of the continent, often seeking pleasure to satisfy their physical needs. Rody never behaved like them; he would rather spend his time practicing spiritual power or studying, so in Chris's heart, he was always so different.
Of course, he needed women, needed to vent, but he could endure.
Even if Rody sought women to vent, Chris wouldn't blame him, as it's quite normal in the military. After over a year of being together, Rody was the perfect husband in Chris's mind, except that he didn't love her... because, on the surface, she was a man.
She had secretly shed tears countless times, but each time, she forcefully suppressed them.
Because only in this way could she possibly stay by his side.
Reflecting on the past, Chris again felt that it wasn't easy to have come this far with Rody, and she couldn't help feeling some satisfaction and a bit of joy.
"Do you think there is a tactic more formidable than your jungle warfare? Are people from that world so smart?" As they embraced and kissed, they spoke their hearts out. What they talked about didn't matter to two people in love; as long as it was said by the other, it would be joyfully received.
"The people of that world, especially a certain Dragon Race, have elevated tactics to an art form! The experience from thousands upon thousands of wars throughout history, if used on the battlefield against the Beastmen and Demons, could utterly fool the enemy into despair and suicide. That world is very different from here... The people there have complex thoughts, they can think about far in the future, plan ahead. Here, the intrigues among races and kingdoms pale in comparison to the bureaucratic battles of ordinary officials there... Even the lowliest merchants here could stir up huge financial storms in that world, forcing nations to compromise. Even some national leaders' elections are manipulated by large financial groups..." Rody shared some of his past with Chris, smiling, "In my previous life, I was just a student, no different from ordinary people. Later, it seems I joined the workforce, but some less important memories are lost, and I don’t understand how I came back... But in that world, there's a concept known as 'transmigration', or 'reincarnation', and I think it's very likely that I was a person from that world..."
"Weren’t you a person from here thousands of years ago?" Chris asked in surprise.
"The earliest memories haven't awakened. Perhaps, my first mother was from that world," Rody said, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know, because my earliest memory is from a hundred thousand years ago. I need to become stronger to unlock the seal on my memories. However, since I've returned, whether I am a 'child of transmigration' or a 'child of return', I will live well... There’s so much waiting for me to do!"
"Rody, if I weren't the girlfriend who died in battle for you thousands of years ago, would you still love me the same?" This was Chris’s biggest concern.
"I would," Rody gently flicked her nose, smiling, "You must be."
"You’re not allowed to go back on your word!" Chris felt blissful upon hearing this, naturally yearning to have died in battle for Rody thousands of years ago.
Dawn arrived unknowingly, as they embraced and whispered to each other.
The last morning star also faded away in the pale dawn sky, and the time for parting arrived. Rody had to return to his role as the Prince of the Night, and Chris couldn't let anyone know her true gender, nor could she let the world know about her being together with Rody.
"You must not show any flaws in front of Thomas Stanley and the others, otherwise, I'll never speak to you again!" Chris, of course, hoped to stay by Rody's side, but now Rody needed to use his identity as the Prince of the Night to disrupt the entire continent's situation, then take advantage of the chaos to strike against the temple, preparing for the future takeover of human faith.
Chris's role had to continue in coordination, their cooperation, one in the light and one in the dark, would achieve the greatest effect.
Although their sweet love made it hard for them to part, it only transformed into lingering kisses.
Chris, reversing her previous passivity, embraced Rody and kissed him passionately. At the moment of parting, she ran up again to hold Rody's back, wept for a while, and then reluctantly let him go. Her heart was tightly bound to this man, and as he left, he also took her heart with him, leaving her standing at the door for a long time, eyes brimming with tears, watching him disappear into the horizon.
No one knew the identity of the Prince of the Night, nor did anyone know that he had met friends and embraced his lover last night.
As dawn passed, the morning dew quietly dried like tears.
The Prince of the Night, accustomed to waking up late, was still yawning at nine o'clock, with a lazy demeanor, eating crystal grapes peeled and fed by the Starlight Maiden, while absentmindedly listening to Finance Minister Cameron Mc discussing today's itinerary.
According to the Cameron delegation's schedule, the Prince of the Night would visit several attractions, such as the Cameron Knight Memorial Hall and the Land of Glory.
In the evening, Marshal Goton's private estate would welcome the Prince of the Night to a salon banquet.
Although officially unpublicized, the magic newspapers had already announced the arrival of the Prince of the Night. Not to mention the matter of the Prince of the Night being banished in the guise of 'Miracle Boy' Rody, they detailed the number of giant magic insects, demon generals and dark knights he had, the amount of gold bricks and gems, magic crystals, and treasures he possessed.
Some well-informed magic newspapers even reported on the Prince of the Night's bathing habits, the number of beauties serving him, his favorite fruits, prestigious wines, glasses, and clothing preferences in great detail.
One magic newspaper even released a special commemorative edition for the 'Prince of the Night.'
They didn't even change the cover of the previously released 'Miracle Boy' Rody special edition, because the appearances of the Prince of the Night and the Miracle Boy were the same. The Miracle Boy was colder, absolutely the kind of person who silently intimidates others, and he didn’t like to wear flashy clothes, with a quiet personality. The Prince of the Night, on the other hand, loved excitement, dressed luxuriously and nobly, acted arrogantly, was proud in character, laughed loudly when happy, and cursed loudly when displeased, completely opposite to the Miracle Boy's personality, somewhat resembling the personalities of princes from many countries...
The biggest difference between the Prince of the Night and Miracle Boy was that Miracle Boy Rody rarely wore sunglasses, even though he invented them.
But the Prince of the Deep Abyss was different; he probably wore sunglasses all the time, except when sleeping.
And he had over a dozen different styles, rotating them.
For magic reporters, they relatively preferred the Prince of the Night. Because Miracle Boy Rody would absolutely not accept their interviews, nor respond to their questions, even getting a photograph of him was difficult.
But the Prince of the Night was different; he would wave at the photographers, very gracefully, and was willing to accept interviews.
Miracle Boy Rody had no scandals. His life was either reading or inventing something new. Even ascetics or celibates couldn't compare to the austere life of Miracle Boy. His virtues were admired by the world, but for magic reporters needing scandals, it was almost deadly.
Thankfully, the Prince of the Night came.
This guy, on his first day in the city, not only whistled at the passing nuns but also pinched the breast of a noblewoman who dismounted her carriage to greet him.
Sharp-eyed magic reporters swore to the God of Light that they really saw it.
Some even quickly snapped pictures, but everyone tacitly agreed not to publish them. Because publishing them, while attracting attention, would definitely spoil the Prince of the Night's grand plans for amorous adventures. They felt that they should create such opportunities for the Prince of the Night to freely play among the ladies, thus scandals would inevitably abound.
"Count Mc, where do you buy female slaves? I want to buy a few sex slaves!" Only the Prince of the Deep Abyss, from the abyss, would dare to speak like this in public.
"Cough, slave trading is illegal in our Cameron Empire," Mc said, a bit embarrassed.
"Great Prince of the Night, please allow this humble person to speak," a magic reporter excitedly squeezed out, loudly saying: "As Finance Minister Mc said, we don't have slave markets in Cameron, but there are prisoner redemption centers. There, you can find all sorts of prisoners, both men and women. I think, Great Prince of the Night, you will surely find suitable servants!"
"What a smart man, Nicholas, pay him!" The Prince of the Night had a catchphrase, which was 'pay him.'
Whether it was hitting someone or rewarding, the Prince was accustomed to saying this.
Of course, because of this, everyone thought he was a true ruler. If one says 'I will hit', that's definitely a soldier! If one says 'hit them hard for me', that's a bodyguard captain; only those who say 'pay him' are princes.
The Cameron delegation looked at each other, but amidst the awkwardness, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the Prince of the Night liked women, it would be easy to handle.
Relatively speaking, humans lack many things, but not beautiful women.