Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1517 - 522: What Is He Approaching For?
Previously on Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys...
Confronted with Menia in this state, Rein took a quick look and struggled to tear his gaze away.
Right then, Menia gradually lifted her stunning eyes, noticing Rein fixedly watching her without a blink, which deepened the blush on her cheeks.
For an unexplained reason, gazing into Rein’s strikingly vivid dark eyes stirred Menia’s feelings, sparking an unavoidable affection.
Was this a lingering effect from performing the ‘Dragon Blood Sacrifice’ before?
Yet the ancient royal records had never noted anything like this?
As her mind wandered, Menia sensed something off in her body—it was growing hotter by the moment, and a subtle urge filled her with embarrassment, a desire to rest against Rein’s chest.
Still, shaped by royal manners from a young age, even though she yearned for it intensely, her mouth stayed silent on the outside, and her face, beyond the intensifying red on her cheeks, held its usual poise and grace.
“Prince Menia... How are you feeling?” Rein inquired with genuine worry.
He spoke from the heart, harboring no hidden intentions.
But to Menia, those words from Rein only heightened her embarrassment, as ‘feeling’ appeared to hint at her own sensations.
Menia’s complexion turned an even brighter shade, like blood ready to spill.
“Well, I’ve mostly recovered; with a few more tweaks, I ought to return to about eighty percent of my peak condition.” Menia pushed down her inner chaos and replied.
“Just eighty percent? Isn’t full recovery possible?” Rein creased his forehead a touch, a hint of letdown washing over him, while he questioned the healing approach of that radical ancient dragon Fermo.
Did he hold back to preserve his own lineage power, opting instead for the ‘smoldering electric eel’ lineage as a replacement?
“Achieving complete restoration isn’t feasible, not even if His Majesty, the Red Dragon King Straz, performed the ritual—it would still cap at this point. If not, the ‘Dragon Blood Sacrifice’ wouldn’t qualify as a taboo method.”
Menia offered a soft smile, her lovely eyes locking onto Rein with sincerity.
She continued, “Thank you, Rein.”
“Uh... Prince Menia, no need to be so formal; it’s simply my duty.” Even as he uttered this, Rein couldn’t avert his eyes, struck by how incredibly captivating Menia appeared with her smile and flushed skin.
Menia, on the other hand, experienced a wave of shyness and fluster—after all, as part of the Imperial Royal Family and an Epic-level powerhouse, when had a man ever eyed her this way? Especially in such a private, confined area, just the two of them.
At first, she ventured to hold Rein’s stare briefly, but within two seconds, her pulse raced wildly, prompting Menia to modestly drop her gorgeous eyes, avoiding those piercing dark ones.
Of course, Menia wouldn’t voice something like ‘Don’t look at me.’
Just then, Rein’s thoughts looped back to the recent words from the radical ancient dragon Fermo—‘For your enjoyment... this is the extent of my aid...’
Suddenly, an idea struck Rein, tied to sayings about beasts and those even lower.
Besides, Rein pondered inwardly: if Menia one day took another man into her arms, what emotions would surge through him? Envy, fury, refusal to accept?
The response rang true!
So, Rein fixed his sight on Menia’s gently averted gaze, advancing with steady determination.
To Menia, every footfall from Rein pressed upon her heart, her anxiety making her pale, delicate hands grow faintly damp.
What does Rein intend by coming closer?
If he acts toward me, how should I respond?
If...
Before Menia could fully sort out her swirling thoughts, a warm, broad hand suddenly encircled her slim waist with care.
Her thoughts scattered in a haze.
Soon after, Rein’s gentle whisper reached her ear: “Prince Menia.”
“Ah?”
The typically regal Menia instinctively turned toward Rein, revealing a vulnerable look.
A youthful, pure expression surfaced on the ever-graceful and composed Menia, the sharp shift overwhelming Rein’s restraint...
In the instant that followed, Menia sensed warmth pressing upon her soft lips...
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Hours afterward, Rein regarded Menia’s exquisite, aristocratic features tinged with a touch of languor, a grin tugging at his lips.
Beyond her exalted status in the Empire’s Royal Family, her divine visage appeared heaven-sent, her ample, elevated bosom, lithe and supple midsection, curvaceous and firm rear, and her...
The divine maker had seemingly gathered every feminine allure into her being.
Setting aside an actual Goddess, no human matched Menia’s near-flawless perfection.
Post the ‘fierce encounter’, she slumbered peacefully, her current look even hinting at the profound bliss and fulfillment from that recent ‘fierce encounter’.
“Entering this sort of bond with Prince Menia—doesn’t that position me as the Emperor’s uncle?” Rein mused silently, the idea popping up abruptly.
“So, when I meet Anna’s mother, what title would Second Prince Everton use for me?”
…
At that instant, as though sensing Rein’s intense stare roaming her graceful form, Menia’s delicate lashes trembled softly, before she unveiled her profound, enchanting eyes, meeting Rein’s gaze.