Chapter 781 - He Doesn't Belong To You (Merle's Arc)
Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021kind )
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Merle and Archangel Uriel Story Arc
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If the other serving girls weren't occupied with a few of the punters then they would be eager to scoop this nobleman up and convince him to become their benefactor.
Merle rarely saw these kinds of men nowadays—the kind of men whose appearance can cure sore eyes once your gaze landed on them—and her jaw refused to close from her amazement so she settled with blinking at him slowly like an idiot.
When the Highest God decided to create these people, He didn't hold back on showering them with gifts and blessings, leaving the rest of the creatures with nothing crumbs.
As much as she could remember, Merle didn't have another reaction this strong in the past except meeting Archangel Uriel in the past.
Now, this creature had a beauty that could rival an Archangel.
The chances of a creature to eclipse the allure of an Archangel was close to nil unless he was an Archangel herself.
However, there was no sense in looking at other men when she already had one in her bed, living and sleeping together with him without succumbing to temptation.
It was a foolproof arrangement that worked for both of them.
At this point, no one from the opposite gender could attract her unless that Fae could surpass her lover's beauty.
Shaking her head to wake herself up from the visual intoxication, Merle got herself together, strode towards the pantry, and inconspicuously shoved the wet rag behind the plates and the utensils before she returned to the man, hoping that the owner wouldn't find it there before her work ended in the evening.
She planned to take that wine-soaked cloth home to their hut and wrung it dry since it was dangerous for her to throw this just about anywhere.
No one can point accusations at her as long as no one saw the evidence of her clumsiness… except this aristocrat.
Merle's gaze narrowed at the man who had taken off his hat and placed it on the table to rake his fingers on his shaggy black hair.
"You have to mop the floor as well if you don't want the owner to find out." He said as he continued to hold her gaze without feeling discomfort.
Merle wanted to scoff at him and jut her chin to challenge the nobleman but she changed her mind and played it safe.
She whispered, averting her gaze. "Are you going to tell him?"
"I wouldn't. But if the owner noticed, I can't do anything about it."? He said bluntly.
"Let me solve this for you, beautiful lass.''
Unexpectedly, his clear voice made her blood heat but it also made her nauseous that she had to clutch her stomach to keep it down. "
Her eyes roamed the tavern and she noticed that there weren't many gentries around since it was too early in the morning for them to overindulge in wine.
Now,? if this man attempted to seduce her like they always do then she was prepared to say turn him down and say no.
'I can solve this on my own, my lord." She said flatly, immediately shutting him down. "Your shoes aren't soggy by any chance around you?"
Placing her palms on the wooden bar table, she tiptoed and peered at the floor at the nobleman's side while she gave herself a thousand reasons why it couldn't be that bad.
Yet, her thoughts halted when she spotted a puddle of purple liquid beneath his feet.
Groaning, Merle rubbed a hand over her face in disappointment instead of cursing out loud.
It was there for the world to see but she didn't want to acknowledge it and the fact that she was going to lose money tonight.
"I'll clean it for you in just the blink of an eye."
In an instant, the aristocrat snapped a finger and the puddle was gone.
The floor was squeaky clean as if Merle just didn't waste half of the expensive wine's contents and allowed the tavern floor to taste it.
He was telling the truth and now, he had her undivided attention.
"Thank you." She leaned both of her elbows on the wood and gave him a suspicious glance, "But how did you do it?"
If this was a Watcher, then it would be impossible unless this was a disguise.
The Watchers/Gregori, who betrayed and broke their covenant with the Highest God by indulging their spirit in fornication, couldn't wander in the Faerie Realm without being haunted by Archangels and the rest of the influential Faeries competing for the throne.
"Call me, Lucifer."
"Who is watching the Garden?"? Merle interrogated in a whisper-shout. "You said you are—"
"Where is Uriel?" He interrupted her as he glanced around the tavern as if expecting Archangel Uriel to show himself with just a mention of his name. "I had something to talk to him about but he made himself invisible. "What was he up to?"
Should Merle tell him where Archangel Uriel's whereabouts when Archangel Lucifer just broke his promise to him about watching over his ward?
She realized how he changed the subject so smoothly and Merle raised a curious eyebrow. "Is it something urgent?"
"You are suspicious of me." He started mirroring her gestures by placing his elbows on the table.
Then, he abruptly leaned forward so close that he could almost kiss her.
"Not really." Merle immediately moved her head backward and retreated away from him.
Now, that he said that out loud made her think that he was doing something that she should be suspicious of.
But, Merle isn't going to tell him that.
"Why don't you tell me what this is all about so that I can tell Archangel Uriel for you."
Archangel Lucifer inclined his head to the side, his warm eyes going cold, "Do you think Uriel belonged to you?"
First off, Uriel might be an Archangel but she already considered him a lover.
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