I must say, the sensation was tight and perfect.
The competence gained from years of training and refinement, along with a solid yet soft texture like cotton.
This brought Moran an exquisite experience.
Even using the term "irresistible" would not be an exaggeration; this was the reason he couldn't help but grip harder when he finally let go.
"And, Lorelei, if you keep that beautiful face of yours stiff all day, you won't get married."
Moran's lips curled into a pleasant smile.
He was very curious about Lorelei's reaction.
He wanted to see a hint of the expression appropriate for her age on the Clock Tower Queen's icy face.
"Hmm…"
Lorelei had only one thought rising in her heart.
This was truly incomprehensible.
After this, she found it hard to believe.
Not only was she incredulous about Moran's actions, but she was also more shocked that he had succeeded.
The rulers of the Clock Tower and magi of their rank often prepare a large number of magical armaments to protect themselves from spiritual and physical dangers.
Because being a high-ranking magus means they could be targeted for their lives at any moment.
Some magi, due to carrying various powerful magical armaments, were rumored to be able to single-handedly challenge fortresses.
Needless to say, Lorelei, at the pinnacle of magecraft, was no exception.
The Clock Tower is a nest of conspiracies.
At all times, it is filled with complex and bizarre power struggles, with everyone licking their lips, waiting for the next fool to fall into a trap.
Moreover, there are not only enemies within the Clock Tower.
Even the Holy Church, which is in a cold war, must be approached with caution.
If she hadn't prepared adequately for self-defense, it would have been a waste of the elite education she received in her childhood.
Lorelei was very confident in her magical armaments.
Each one had been personally adjusted by her.
Even the Twenty-Seven Ancestors wouldn't have the chance to ambush her, yet Moran had just succeeded so easily.
She couldn't understand how this happened.
Magical armaments… could they have malfunctioned… no… that's impossible… I have more than one set of armaments on me…
Lorelei's thoughts raced.
However, she just couldn't figure out how Moran had succeeded.
According to the Clock Tower's records on Moran, Lorelei believed that he was merely a student of the El-Melloi classroom, a first-generation magus without even a rank.
It should be noted that Lorelei was second only to the grand rank.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't come up with a reasonable answer.
"Hum…"
Lorelei couldn't help but snap her teaching whip.
Just a moment of inattention led to excessive force.
Having always been at the top of the Clock Tower, when had Lorelei ever been humiliated in such a way?
"Ha… hehe…"
Lorelei was not like those naive young girls.
Even when so offended, she did not show a flustered expression.
Having received top-tier elite education since childhood, her temperament was even more mature than some old men.
With a thud—
That was the sound of a pile of documents being placed on the table, enough to almost bury Moran.
"Lorelei… you this…"
"King, you are bolder than I imagined.
Rest assured, these are all documents accumulated over the past decade that require your personal review. I will not leave your side until you have approved them all."
Lorelei revealed a sadistic smile.
Cold as an interrogator in a dungeon, a chill involuntarily rose behind Moran.
Moran felt a sense of déjà vu from this gaze.
Once, Brunestud had looked at him with such a gaze.
"Can we reconcile?"
Moran instinctively said.
Looking at the mountain of documents in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow.
Inside were various national defense secrets of Britain, as well as important case files from various departments of the Clock Tower.
All of these were to be reviewed by Moran.
They piled up high enough to make any ruler who saw them feel a chill.
"Reconcile? At this moment?
My king, you must be joking with me, right?
These are all your responsibilities as a king. How can you speak of reconciliation? You haven't done anything wrong."
Lorelei was as gentle as a newlywed wife.
However, in Moran's eyes, she was the executioner responsible for beheading, and he himself was the prisoner about to be executed.
This woman truly holds a grudge!
He really shouldn't have been greedy for that last slap.
Although Moran still felt that the thrill of that last slap was very satisfying, he also had to bear the consequences of his momentary impulse.
"Ha ha ha…"
Lorelei seemed to pop a balloon.
The negative emotions she had suppressed earlier were released, wanting to throw them all at this bastard man.
Jealousy, resentment, displeasure…
She hated that Moran had taken her throne; no matter how she tried, she couldn't deny it.
But what surged forth was not just hatred.
Deep down, there was also a sense of shame that was hard to detect.
No one had ever treated her as a girl, nor had anyone simply seen her as a woman.
That unclear feeling, interwoven with resentment, was almost tearing her chest apart.
For the first time, she was so impulsive—Lorelei Barthomeloi had never thought about someone so intensely.
And that was the most unacceptable part.
The man she considered so unreasonable and rude had actually entered her heart in this way.
Why was it like this?
A trace of barely perceptible fear extended deep within her heart.
It was something born from the unknown.
Of course, Lorelei did not intend to confront this feeling; she believed it was the last thing she needed.
"Ha… I'm exhausted… That woman… really holds a grudge… I need to be more cautious next time…"
Moran lay tiredly on the bed in his chamber.
The comfortable and luxurious bedding made him feel as if he were bathing in a hot spring, as if both his body and mind were being healed and cleansed.
Although his body wouldn't experience true fatigue.
His spirit, however, would feel it to some extent.
A single fall wouldn't keep Moran down.
If he were merely that kind of man, how could he capture the hearts of so many women and keep them by his side for a lifetime?
That's right, a real man isn't afraid of challenges.
"That guy… probably has never truly felt happiness…"
Moran couldn't help but murmur.
Lorelei was always so rigid and indifferent when being teased; he couldn't help but want to break through this untouched high flower.