Her face had a soft innocence that contrasted with her tall and imposing figure. Her curves and full breasts stood proud, impossible to hide beneath the delicate fabric of the dress she wore. Violet hair cascaded over her shoulders, dancing in the wind with an ethereal shine, making her seem almost untouchable, like a transcendent vision.
She clearly belonged to the Immortal Lotus race, appearing human through her metamorphosis. Yet, despite her unmatched beauty, her face was cold, completely devoid of emotion. Her distant, expressionless eyes carried a deep sadness, a melancholy rooted in an eternal, silent pain.
Alm and Bruno didn’t need more than a single glance to recognize her. No matter how much her appearance had changed, how much time had passed, or how different her current form was, the moment their eyes met, an unconditional, untouched love awakened in them—a feeling that echoed something eternal, an affection that transcended existence itself.
Both sighed in relief but quickly realized they faced a new challenge. They needed her to trust them and accept the situation to restore her memories.
Bruno thought quickly before cracking a slight smile. ’It won’t be hard, we know her well. Her essence will never completely change.’
Alm snorted in agreement. At that moment, Kakarotto leaned against the door, arms crossed. With a sarcastic smile, he asked, "Miss, who are you looking for?"
The girl glanced at him quickly and then threw a few furtive looks inside the house but found no one else. Maelik was some distance away, cultivating.
"Are you the new king? No, I mean… are you His Majesty?" she asked, coldly, pretending to be confused.
Alm and Bruno sighed. It was obvious she had no respect for the title of ’King,’ but at the same time, she wasn’t being overtly disrespectful. Her coldness made it clear what she really thought, without having to say it directly.
Kakarotto calmly responded, "I believe I’m the only one with that role in the empire. However, I see myself as a guide for all my subjects. I prefer to be called Master, not Majesty."
"Oh, so I’ve found the right person," she replied, completely ignoring his words and letting out a fake sigh of relief.
Alm and Bruno watched her expressions and gestures with curiosity, finding it both amusing and cute. Kakarotto, on the other hand, observed her from head to toe, without restraint, as if he wanted to see right through her.
The girl didn’t change her expression, but she took a step back, recalling Kakarotto’s infamous reputation. She felt like she was being watched by a wolf, regretting coming there.
"Why are you looking for me?" Kakarotto asked, bluntly.
"My name is Xinya," she answered calmly, her gaze as sharp as a blade.
He shook his head and said, "I have no idea who you are, but that’s fine. I’m easy to talk to, especially with a girl as pretty as you. Maybe we can chat about anything, maybe even romance."
Alm and Bruno noticed her emotions fluctuating between tension and anger. Finally, Xinya took a step forward and looked directly into Kakarotto’s eyes.
She moved closer to the house entrance and, with seriousness, declared, "I’m the princess of the Shadowveil Clan. I’m here to fulfill the promise." Her voice was as cold as a glacial wind.
"Oh, now I remember," Kakarotto said, sarcastically. "You’re that special girl your old man talked about. But they sent someone else in your place, didn’t they?"
"Yes," she responded softly, staring him down. "My cousin Minnan is a good person, so I don’t think you really lost anything. But a promise is a promise; I should’ve come sooner. Now I’m here, and you’ll take both of us..."
As she said that, anger and hatred flashed in her eyes, as if the words repulsed her, and she’d rather die than have spoken them. Bruno chuckled internally, knowing she despised Kakarotto, believing he was some pervert who wanted multiple women.
But Alm didn’t laugh. He grew serious and gave her a deep look, saying nothing. Just with that look, he made her tremble—not out of fear, but because she understood his intentions clearly. He wanted her to know that things weren’t what she imagined.
Bruno silently watched the two stare at each other for a few seconds, both expressionless, with cold gazes. He sighed internally and suddenly realized something. This version of Ruri was well-known to everyone who had been with her during the war years on planet Pristine. She had also been described like this in her previous life.
She was incredibly similar to Alm: extremely cold, serious, focused, and stubborn. No wonder they understood and loved each other so deeply. At the same time, the contemporary Ruri was more vibrant, acting on her desires and guided by her feelings... a version almost identical to Bruno.
’I guess we’ve always been alike, even in this. That’s why we get along so well,’ Bruno thought.
After a few moments of silence, Alm spoke. "You’re here for the marriage?"
"Yes," she nodded, with a penetrating gaze.
However, her emotional fluctuations suddenly changed. Disgust was evident, accompanied by a deep unwillingness to proceed. After all, that man would be her husband, her lifelong companion.
"I’m surprised your clan chose to fulfill the promise. Interesting," Alm commented, his eyes growing deep.
Although there were several marriage pacts made by King Vulke, they had become irrelevant after the fall of the kingdom—they were nothing more than scraps of paper. The clans had no real obligation to uphold them, and breaking them would have few consequences. A fallen king couldn’t do anything. Only the one who signed the pact with their soul would suffer a bit, maybe having their cultivation stagnate and their power slightly weakened.
The clan leaders were already old, and it was clear they wouldn’t last much longer. Soon, younger folks in the clan would surpass him. His weakness wouldn’t be a problem for long.
Except for the Galefury Clan, everyone else was in the same boat. The women, though, had been hit hard by this situation. None of them wanted to marry a washed-up king, considering his bad reputation.
But surprisingly, this princess decided to honor her part of the promise. An unexpected choice.
"Our clan is honorable and loyal. I apologize for the earlier mistake, but we will keep our word," she said, looking directly at Kakarotto.
Alm and Bruno understood the situation. In fact, most people in her clan opposed this marriage, including the leader. They believed that the new king, having lost his kingdom, was just a stray dog. For them, it was a miracle he was still alive.
Someone like Kakarotto, a fallen king, wanting to marry their princess? Ridiculous.
But it was Xinya herself who insisted on keeping the promise. For her, honor and loyalty were her greatest virtues. This event was too significant to be treated as a joke. The promise made to the royal family had to be fulfilled.
’Foolish girl… but that’s so typical of her…’ Bruno thought to himself.
Besides, the whole world was aware of this marriage. From that moment on, Xinya would become the new wife of the king, as it was her destiny. She knew that and preferred to accept her fate rather than try to change it. Or maybe not? Ruri wasn’t exactly someone conventional; both thought.
Alm asked dryly, "And you? What do you think about it?"
She held her gaze steady: "People should keep their promises. Since the marriage agreement exists, I’ll fulfill my obligation."
"Just remember, you didn’t make that decision," he replied coldly.
She nodded and calmly said, "I know, but I must contribute what I can. In our world, few marry who they truly love. As for me, I have no feelings for anyone and never will, so it doesn’t matter."
"Nowadays, many people don’t keep their word, especially to those they see as beneath them," Alm spat indifferently.
He waved his hand, thinking her talents were being wasted in a situation like this. However, even with everyone trying to stop her, she still managed to break free on her own after making her choice.
"Come in," he said, turning to walk into the house. She took a deep breath, hesitated for a second, but followed him.
They were alone, and she had heard about his infamous debauchery, like everyone else in the world. What would she do if he wanted to... do something less chivalrous in that abandoned place? Although she felt uncomfortable and radiated fierce intent, she couldn’t back down without achieving her goal.
Kakarotto sat in a chair, closed his eyes in meditation, and quickly said, "If you want to be my wife, you need to learn to serve me. I’m giving you a chance right now; I’m hungry, so make something good for me."
The girl was shocked for a moment before softly responding, "I understand... Master."
Without replying, he stayed still as she left the house. She looked for herbs, animals, and anything edible, returning after an hour. After another hour, she finished cooking.
Kakarotto opened his eyes, tasted the food, and was somewhat surprised. He looked at her, and noticing her surprise, she slightly nodded and said:
"I may have been spoiled and well taken care of, but I’ve always liked learning these things. I hope you like it."
They both sighed internally. Ruri was indeed still the same but with a different touch. She had learned these skills by herself, which was considered useless for someone of her status.
After finishing the meal, he nodded in satisfaction. The couple then faced each other. Bruno noticed something in his gaze. He then curiously asked:
"What do you want? Got any questions?"
She softly replied, "Master... is it official now? My clan and I have fulfilled the agreement?"
Kakarotto nodded and pulled out the soul contract. He showed it to her, and she saw a dark glimmer in his eyes.
"The fluctuations in the soul of the contract have almost disappeared. That means everything’s been finalized. Of course, if you run away now, it’ll be reactivated. But for now, the contract is fulfilled, and you’re my wife."
She nodded, taking a deep breath, but soon her emotions shifted. Her soul trembled, and she clenched her fists... until at that moment, two tattoos pulsed on Kakarotto’s wrists.
Shoosh!
A rush of pure laws flowed through the house, throwing everything inside away. Kakarotto extended his hand. She felt her body float, stopping suspended in mid-air.
Suddenly, her neck was firmly grabbed. She looked at him, shocked, her eyes meeting his. There was a dark, furious shadow in his gaze, something even the gods would fear, and she turned completely pale.
"You’ve got some nerve..." he spat dryly, tightening his grip on her neck.
"N..." she tried to murmur, but an immense pain shot through her body.
Then, all of a sudden, something in her stomach got yanked up, forcing its way up her throat. With one hand, Kakarotto opened her mouth and pulled out a small, round object.
He slowly placed it on the floor and then turned his attention back to the pill in his hand.
"Poison... you idiot!" Alm roared, staring at her with pure rage.
The atmosphere grew heavy and suffocating, and she trembled with panic and fear. But her eyes didn’t waver. "I..."
"You thought you could get rid of me? You thought suicide would solve anything, you idiot? Why?" he shouted, his gaze colder than ever.
"I... I’d rather die than be touched by someone. I kept my clan’s promise... you already have others; I wouldn’t be missed," she said, fearfully.
"Don’t want to be touched? What do you think this is?" he shot back. "I couldn’t care less; I’ll have to discipline you properly. Come here, now!" he spat. He gestured, and a broken bed reconstructed itself; then he sat on it.
She didn’t know what to do. Before coming, she had thought of countless possibilities, including the most humiliating. That’s why she had prepared that pill, planning to use it after confirming the agreement was fulfilled, before he could stain her. But now, he knew her intentions, and with a flick of his wrist, he completely dominated her, shattering her plans.
"Come here now," Kakarotto repeated with a cold look.
She took a deep breath, telling herself she could do this. She saw a dagger in the corner by the bed. He would get distracted, and she could use it to stab her own chest. Maybe she’d have to allow some touching... which would already be a huge sacrifice, but she saw no other way.
She closed her eyes and walked toward him, feeling a tingling sensation on her scalp. Those few steps felt like an eternity. Now just inches from him, she could vaguely feel the warmth of his breath, leaving her strangely numb and weak. She wanted to run but held her ground.
Kakarotto looked like a cruel young master, while she seemed like a scared maid.
"Stop standing there. Sit down, I won’t hurt you," Kakarotto said gently, patting his thigh, looking like a twisted young master.
She glared at him seriously, her gaze sharp as a blade ready to strike. "Changing your mind? That would be considered a breach of agreement," he taunted mercilessly.
She took a deep breath before decisively sitting on his lap. It was the first time she had been so close to a man; her body went stiff and tense to the core.
"Now that’s better." He held her at the waist and turned her to face him directly.
At that moment, their eyes locked, and their breaths mingled so closely. Staring at him up close, she felt her world spin.
Suddenly, something inside her shifted. It was as if a long-lost connection had been restored. Her cold expression began to fade, her heart raced, and her face turned completely red. She didn’t understand what she was feeling or why.
She let out a soft whimper and quickly shut her eyes, anticipating an embarrassing situation. Her entire body was heating up, and time felt frozen. Extremely nervous, her mind went blank, with no courage to move a muscle.
However, seconds passed, and nothing she feared happened. Yet, she still didn’t dare to open her eyes.
A gentle hand guided her head to his chest. It felt magical; in that moment, she felt much better and calmer.
During this moment of peace, she could hear his ’heart’ beating. But it wasn’t a heart of flesh and blood; it was a small cube of ice, his true body. There lay his soul, and so their souls and fluctuations began to connect even more.
She relaxed in his arms, no longer as tense as before. The only thing separating them was their clothes, and she could feel the terrifying power he hid beneath that ordinary appearance.
When her breasts pressed against his chest, electric currents surged through her body, leaving her weak and numb — a totally new sensation for her. She couldn’t move her hands to push away the closeness between them. But she didn’t even want to; her desire was the complete opposite; she wanted to feel more and more physically connected.
After a while, she discreetly opened her eyes and observed him closely. His face was mere inches away, and his breath tickled and warmed her skin, making her dizzy.
The strong girl from before had vanished; now, there was only a shy young woman. She found him somewhat ordinary, but the charisma and charm radiating from him were irresistible. Her heart raced as she watched him.
He was with his eyes closed, holding her gently. That embrace felt like the most comfortable place in the world. It was as if she was meant to find this moment, and all her emotions began to flow again, like a wheel starting to spin once more.
She grew bolder, watching him without blinking. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and she couldn’t look away. There was an irresistible attraction, like a magnet. His eyes seemed so deep that she felt her soul being sucked into them.
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She felt completely absorbed by him, as if her soul wanted to merge with his. Even if the outcome was being burned to ashes, it didn’t matter.
"Feeling calmer now?" he asked gently. She nodded slightly, unable to utter a word.
"Great, now I’m going to give you a gift. Do you trust me?"
She nodded, without the slightest doubt or defense against him. Her soul craved something she couldn’t understand, but she knew she didn’t want to leave.
Alm and Bruno sighed with relief. Then they placed their hands on her head and calmly manipulated the Law of Origin of her soul.
They didn’t need to think much. She was the same as always, even without her memories. Her will was as strong as before, and with them by her side, she seemed capable of overcoming anything. Soon, she would easily handle her memories.
They didn’t do the same as they did with Maelik. They couldn’t tell what her recent memories were, and where was just the Ruri they knew. So they released all her memories; nearly thirty existences revealed themselves at once.
When they removed their hands, they looked at her, waiting for some sign of confusion or daze, but she just continued to stare at them calmly.
"Master…" she murmured, her eyes shining. "Yes... I remember everything now, thank you."
They sighed, relieved to see that Ruri’s dominant memories quickly took control. Her will and focus were strangely terrifying. A broad smile blossomed on her face.
"Now, I’m no longer human." She looked at her body and then at his. "How interesting..."
Suddenly, her face took on a seductive expression, and she slowly moved closer. "I’ve always found it interesting to change appearances... let’s test this a bit, master."
"We’re in the middle of a mission; we don’t have time for that," they quickly replied, realizing her lustful intentions.
She let out a slight sigh, but didn’t back down: "You’ve left me alone for too long..." Her eyes trembled, getting misty.
Alm and Bruno huffed. She wasn’t going to let them back down, and they knew they wouldn’t be able to resist this situation.