Chapter 462: Pointless worries?

Asahi’s nap ended shortly, courtesy of Yasaka’s anxious call. He squirmed out of Yuriko’s bear hug, waking her up in the process.

“Duty call?”

“Booty call.”

Yasaka yawned. “Bye. I’ll try to make sense of my new powers.”

She sluggishly got out of bed and took out clothes from her ring. Asahi watched Yuriko until she dressed and left the room. He rubbed Saya’s head, who was still sleeping, and teleported to Yasaka’s side.

Yasaka sat in her elegant room, her eyes dreamy, lost in a world of her own. When she came back to her senses, her eyes met with Asahi. Sitting across from her, he gazed at her with a smile, flustering her.

“Y-Your Majesty, when did you?”

“You looked worried about something.”

She recalled her earlier meeting with Pluto and sighed. “A grim reaper invaded our territory… he was after Lilith. I didn’t reveal anything.”

As expected, Hades sniffed out Lilith’s whereabouts with ease. He was obsessed with Lilith.

“Keep me updated on the Shinto’s activity. I’ll go to deal with Hades.”

“Take care… please. We can’t afford to lose you.”

The survival of her clan entirely depended on Asahi.

Asahi revealed an amused smile. “Yasaka, you don’t need to be so reserved.”

Yasaka shook her head. “You’re our hope, our savior. While under your protection, we shall treat you with solemn respect.”

Asahi smiled wryly at her overly polite words. He couldn’t progress into her heart if she kept thinking of him as a political ally, which she did.

“Listen, why is Shinto coming after you?”

“Susanoo’s death,” Yasaka replied.

“Who killed him?”

Yasaka took a long pause before answering, “Your Majesty.”

“I created this problem, and I’m dealing with it. So act like we are equal, like friends, okay?”

If he didn’t fix this misunderstanding, he might get stuck in a strictly professional relationship with the fluffy kitsune. He didn’t want that!

Yasaka gently shook her head. “But… Susanoo insulted your wife first. He provoked you into violence.”

Yasaka put down the dead Susanoo to comfort him about his act of killing Susanoo. An adorable gesture from the kitsune who forgot she was dealing with the Ruler of Underworld, not an average young man.

‘Woah, she thinks I’m a saint or what?’

(My love, it’s the effect of the Mythus Noblesse skill… she won’t see you in a negative light.)

‘I see.’

Yasaka suddenly closed the distance and pulled his face into her chest. Her fingers waved through his hair and rubbed the back of his head. “Please don’t blame yourself for anything… Nothing would have happened if I didn’t invite the Shinto to protect us. I’m also responsible for this mess.”

Asahi rubbed his face in her cleavage, tickling Yasaka enough to make her giggle. “I don’t blame myself for anything. I did what was right. Susanoo was swearing revenge on me. As an up-and-coming emperor, I had to show my authority. That’s all there is to it.”

Hearing his gentle but stern reminder about his position, Yasaka turned into a frozen statue. Asahi looked up at her face before playfully biting her neck. She shuddered, a small moan escaping her lips. He chuckled as he drew away from her, even though her embrace was comforting.

“Yasaka, did someone ever tell you that you worry too much?”

Yasaka rubbed at the spot he just kissed, frowning. “Many, but I will not listen to them. Worrying comes naturally with an enormous responsibility.”

“But worrying changes nothing, you know. Anyway, I’m here now. I won’t let you worry about pointless things.”

Yasaka couldn’t help but giggle. This bright outlook was the very reason Yasaka couldn’t despise him for placing her entire clan in danger. That and the fact he saved Tamako from her death.

“How will you stop me from worrying?”

“I—I will do this.”

Asahi reached out and patted her head. She treated him like a younger brother before, but he treated her even worse! The role reversal left the kitsune speechless. The silence in the room let her focus on the warmth caressing her hair.

‘Headpats… feel good.’

She closed her eyes and let the man clear away her ‘pointless worries.’

Yasaka’s submission to headpats came as a bit of a surprise.

“It’s just too easy,” he muttered, pinching the tip of her sharp fox ears. “Isn’t it?”

(Indeed, my love. Indeed.)

“Womanizer,” Ddraig whispered. “You are targeting me too…”

‘Naturally, you’ll be my first dragon wife.’

“…”

‘Don’t forget I beat you up fair and square. By the rules of a dragon, thou art my mate.’

Ddraig went silent. Asahi noticed Yasaka’s nine tails dancing—Yasaka felt euphoric, like she was in a dream.

(My love… I don’t want to interrupt this wholesome time… but Gabriel and Sandalphon are planning something dangerous. You should stop them before they end up hurt.)

‘On it.’

Asahi pulled back his hands, and Yasaka’s eyes snapped open. Looking at him, a wave of embarrassment washed over her. Fortunately, Asahi was in a hurry to comment on her red face.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty… bring Lilith if you can.”

Asahi nodded and teleported away. Yasaka took a long sigh as she slumped on the small wooden table, her tales drooping flat against the floor.

“What type of magic did he use on his hands? It felt so nice…"

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