I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, cutting a thin golden line along the edge of the bed.

Elena was woken up by the pain unintentionally.

She groggily turned over, which aggravated a certain area, causing her brows to furrow and a muffled groan to escape her lips.

Ji Tian was already awake and was lying on his side watching her, his other hand still under her neck, which he hadn't pulled away for fear of waking her.

"Good morning." Elena didn't want to get out of bed, snuggled closer to him, and closed her eyes again, as if this moment could be extended indefinitely as long as she didn't open them.

Ji Tian waited quietly, without urging her.

After a long while, she finally managed to lift her head, her gray-blue eyes reflecting his face, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

Good morning.

"……morning."

Elena reached out and pinched his cheek, then leaned in and kissed his chin before sitting up contentedly. The blanket slipped down, revealing his fair shoulders and collarbone.

She glanced down at the marks on her body, her ears turning red again, and quickly pulled the blanket over herself.

Perhaps the movement was too large and aggravated something, because Elena let out a groan of pain when she pulled the blanket up.

Ji Tian had never seen anything like this before, and asked with some concern, "Does it still hurt?"

"Mmm..." Elena buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, "You seem to be enjoying yourself."

Ji Tian did feel better, and even felt that the pleasure was comparable to cultivation, with neither being superior. Feeling a little guilty, he thought for a moment, "Do you want me to help you relieve the pain? I can use my spiritual energy to soothe it, and the pain will go away soon."

Elena lifted her head from the pillow, her gray-blue eyes still drowsy but with a hint of stubbornness. "No~ It hurts, but this is... this is proof that I've given myself to you."

Ji Tian's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this. He hadn't expected the other party to have such thoughts, but since she had said so, he couldn't force her.

"Then you lie down, I'll go get breakfast."

Elena wanted to say that she could get out of bed, but as soon as she moved, a wave of weakness came from her groin, and she fell back onto the bed.

Ji Tian got up, casually put on his outer robe, tucked the quilt into her clothes, and turned to leave the room.

The corridor was quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

Gregor had already instructed the kitchen to prepare breakfast, and when he came downstairs, the servants quickly brought out the plates.

When Ji Tian returned to the room with a bowl of warm oatmeal porridge, a plate of honey pancakes, and a cup of hot milk, Elena was leaning against the headboard, wrapped in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon, with only her pretty face showing.

She was somewhat surprised, "So fast?!"

"Mmm." Ji Tian placed the plate on the bedside table, sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the bowl of porridge, stirred it with a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to her lips.

Elena paused for a moment, a slight blush rising to her face. "I... I can do it myself."

"Aren't you in pain?"

"That's...that hurts somewhere else, my hand is fine."

Ji Tian thought about it and agreed, so he handed the bowl to her.

Elena took the bowl and sipped her drink, but her eyes remained fixed on him.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

I'm not hungry.

She put down her bowl, picked up a waffle, broke it in half, and handed it to him. "You always say you're not hungry, but you eat with me."

Ji Tian took it, took a bite, and the sweetness of the waffle melted in his mouth.

The two finished their breakfast quietly. Ji Tian took the trays out, then came back.

Elena had already put on her nightgown and was trying to get out of bed when her legs went weak and she almost fell. Ji Tian caught her quickly and pressed her back onto the bed.

"Don't move."

She said somewhat embarrassedly, "I just want to go wash up."

Ji Tian bent down and scooped her up in his arms. Elena gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek against his chest. "W-what are you doing?"

"I'll carry you to wash up."

"...When did you become so caring?"

"I always have, it's just that you haven't given me a chance to show it."

Elena paused, then buried her face in his neck without saying a word.

For the next few days, Ji Tian took care of her without leaving her side.

He helped her wash up; he helped her get dressed; he sat beside her to regulate her breathing while she read; and when she fell asleep, he pulled the covers up for her and acted as a human pillow next to her.

Elena was a little embarrassed at first, but she gradually got used to his presence and even started to "order" him around.

"Ji Tian~ I want some water."

"Ji Tian, ​​could you bring me that book?"

"Ji Tian~ My legs are sore, can you massage them for me?"

"Ji Tian~..."

He did as instructed, seemingly trying to transform into Elena's shape.

Meanwhile, during the time Ji Tian was taking care of the other party, the news that "the Holy Sword is about to be born" had already begun to spread from the Holy City to the surrounding areas, and many ambitious people had begun to head to the Holy Mountain, hoping to become the next hero...

By the third day, Elena felt that she was almost fully recovered.

The setting sun shone through the curtains onto the carpet. She walked barefoot on the soft carpet, took a few steps, and confirmed that the pain had subsided.

She turned around and saw Ji Tian standing by the window, holding a cup of tea in his hand. The setting sun outlined his profile in a soft light.

"Ji Tian".

"Um?"

"come over."

Ji Tian walked over, but she grabbed his collar and pulled him to the bedside.

"What's wrong?"

"Lie down." Elena pressed his shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed. She then lay on his chest, resting her chin on his collarbone, and looked up at him. "You've had a tough time these past few days."

"It's nothing."

She reached out and poked his cheek. "You're 'nothing' at all~ but... I like it."

Then, Elena wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her forehead against his, and smiled in her grey-blue eyes.

"Ji Tian".

"What's wrong?"

"I'm much better now."

"so what?"

"So..." She propped herself up, looked down at him, her long, light blonde hair falling down and brushing against his cheek, "Shall we do it again?"

Ji Tian reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "Are you sure? You're not in pain anymore?"

She gently kissed the corner of his lips, then pulled away, saying haughtily, "It doesn't hurt anymore~ You're too weak, I didn't feel a thing—ouch!"

Ji Tian rolled over and covered her beneath him. The bed curtains had fallen down at some point, enveloping the two figures in a hazy light and shadow, and the curtains were also silently closed.

Outside the window, the branches of the old, crooked oak tree swayed gently in the wind, and the newly sprouted leaves gleamed in the sunlight.

In the distance, news of the Holy Sword's creation had already begun to spread throughout the Viscount's territory, and the townspeople nearby were discussing it animatedly.

In this room filled with shadows and dust, there was only each other's breathing and the occasional low, smiling, soft scolding.

"Uh, I was just joking, be gentle~"

"…good."

"Ji Tian".

"What's wrong?"

"I like you."

"Me too."

"Couldn't you have said a few more words?"

I like you too.

"That's more like it~"