Chapter 109: Let Us Begin Our Date, Your Majesty
At 5:20 in the morning.
Before Rast’s consciousness fully awakened, he had already caught a faint, delicate fragrance wafting through the air.
His career as a golden male escort in Deep Blue Harbor had honed a special skill in Rast—”the ability to identify women by scent.”
There was no need to see their faces; he could clearly distinguish different females just by the faintest traces of their hair fragrance.
For example, Hiltina had a strong preference for a shampoo made from ingredients sourced from her hometown, Autumn Leaf Territory.
Thus, Hiltina’s scent was as gentle as the violet flowers used in that shampoo…
Emis’s long hair carried a very faint, easily overlooked sandalwood aroma… just like her, gentle and serene, making one unconsciously want to indulge in a cozy embrace.
At this moment, the fragrance in the air was situated somewhere between Hiltina and Xiao Ai.
The initial impression was rather cold, evoking thoughts of the crisp moonlight falling on freshly fallen snow and the needles of a cedar tree.
In Rast’s database… this was the unique scent of Akshia, the chief of Starry University, and Helen, the Queen of the Underworld from the Night World of the Sixth Epoch.
After a breath, Rast opened his eyes.
Sure enough, the girl with ice blue hair was already standing by the bed waiting for him.
This was the servant’s residence within the palace, and it was a significant breach of etiquette for Her Majesty the Queen to personally enter a servant’s room to find someone… but Helen clearly had no awareness of this.
She was sitting on the windowsill, her long, fair legs swinging idly in the air.
Morning light streamed through the window, casting a glow on her fair cheeks, her skin almost transparent.
In the air, ice blue lines were tracing designs between Helen’s fingers, taking the shape of a kingfisher, which perched on her pale fingertips, constantly flapping its wings.
Seemingly noticing Rast had awakened, she lightly waved her hand.
The kingfisher, outlined by ice blue lines, vanished, leaving only scattered points of light.
Helen turned slightly, her large, dark purple eyes quietly gazing at Rast.
“Why is Your Majesty up so early this time?”
Rast yawned.
His routine was quite fixed—sleeping at eleven and waking up at five-thirty every day.
Day in and day out, year after year, it had never changed.
In Mr. Silver’s words, this guy’s life was as precise as a machine.
This was a habit Rast cultivated in Deep Blue Harbor.
Due to the reset mechanism that would refresh his physical form, his physical condition was no different from an ordinary person, not able to fight for dozens of hours like Hiltina, the Chariot, who could continue tirelessly and still feel energized.
Thus, a regular routine significantly enhanced Rast’s efficiency during waking hours, keeping him in optimal physical and mental condition.
If his routine was disrupted by some urgent event, Rast would inevitably find time afterward to compensate and correct it.
For example, in that cycle where he encountered Hiltina, after a battle that ended late at night, he even spent five hours just to catch up on sleep.
Three hours of well-prepared, focused energy… was likely to accomplish more than ten hours of work done in a state of disarray and distraction. This was the philosophy Rast always believed in.
And his schedule had not changed after entering the palace as a body servant, especially since the queen he served was truly the epitome of all introverted personalities.
Having never stepped out of the palace since birth, staying up late was second nature to her.
In any case, being at home rendered day and night meaningless to her; even under Rast’s supervision, Helen often waited until he left to secretly turn on the lights and read.
One of Rast’s main tasks as a personal attendant was to place breakfast in a thermal box and then stand outside the queen’s quarters until noon waiting for her to wake and eat.
Waking up so early today was akin to the sun rising from the west for this introverted queen.
“Play.”
An ice blue character floated in mid-air before Rast.
Helen tilted her head to look at him, a few strands of ice blue hair spreading across Rast’s pristine white bedsheets.
As if fearing Rast wouldn’t understand, the single ice blue character flickered and then traced new content—
“Go play.”
She continued to silently stare at Rast, but the gray hue in her eyes clearly sparkled with excitement.
The words before Rast flickered and pulsated, enlarging: “Go outside and play.”
This queen he served really had no understanding of the art of pulling. What exactly did she want? It was all clear in her eyes.
Rast sat up from the bed and methodically began his routine of washing up.
“Alright, let’s set off.”
Helen seemed not to have informed any other maidens, including the head maid, of her plans to leave the palace with Rast today.
And Rast, of course, wouldn’t naïvely remind those maidens he was “running away” with their queen.
“However…”
His gaze lingered on the ice blue-haired girl’s attire.
She was wearing a pure white off-the-shoulder long dress, the long hem trailing on the ground, and apart from that, Helen wore not a single thread, not even shoes.
Usually, the queen walked barefoot around the palace.
Under that layer of a frozen dusk effect, the palace was as spotless as could be, so Helen never thought her behavior was inappropriate.
“Your Majesty, are you sure you want to go out dressed like this?”
The queen tilted her head, “What’s wrong with it?”
“Of course, there’s plenty wrong,” Rast sighed. “Putting hygiene or cleanliness aside… with Your Majesty’s strength, I believe regular dust and germs wouldn’t affect you.”
“But who outside would only wear a dress and run around barefoot?”
“Since Your Majesty wants to experience the real world outside like the main characters in ‘Chronicles of Silver Wings’…”
“You probably wouldn’t want everyone recognizing your identity the moment you stepped outside and bowing to you along the way.”
He opened the wardrobe beside him, pulling out a Guardian-style cloak with a hood and a pair of woolen boots he had previously used.
“Your Majesty can make do with my clothes for now.”
Helen gazed at the unremarkable, plain hooded cloak, and a flicker of curiosity crossed her eyes.
She extended her fair fingers, tapping the air lightly.
The cloak floated automatically in mid-air, then flew straight to her.
Rast quickly realized what Helen intended to do.
He hurriedly closed the curtains and turned away.
The next moment, he heard the sound of clothes falling to the ground behind him.
Rast silently counted to a hundred in his mind before turning back.
The elegant long dress had been removed from Helen, replaced by a simple gray-white cloak.
Even Helen’s unmistakable ice blue hair, which would attract attention if exposed, was concealed within the hood.
“Now, there’s no need to worry about being surrounded by the public as if you were a rare animal as soon as we step outside with Your Majesty.”
Just as this thought arose.
The next moment, Rast saw the girl in front of him gazing somewhat bewilderedly at the woolen boots floating in mid-air.
After a long moment, it seemed she realized something.
Directly lifting her bare foot, she attempted to put it into the woolen boots.
“Your Majesty, you need to wear socks before putting on woolen boots.” Rast hurriedly interrupted the girl’s attempt.
“Wa… purple?”
Helen tilted her head, looking perplexed at Rast.
Got it.
Almost forgot this was someone who had spent her life walking barefoot in the palace and had never worn shoes.
Her understanding of shoes likely came from fairy tale illustrations of the main characters in battle boots.
The only meaning of wearing shoes for her would be to look good.
Besides that, she knew nothing about this aspect of daily life.
“Socks… are protective garments worn on the feet to prevent the skin from coming into direct contact with shoes, thus avoiding skin abrasions.”
Rast took out a pair of black stockings from the wardrobe and showed them to Helen.
Interestingly, he had prepared them while disguised as a girl when entering the palace, just in case Helen had some unique preferences.
He never expected they would come in handy in such a situation.
“Protect… gear?”
“Just based on… this?”
Helen’s large dark purple eyes still held a look of confusion.
She glanced at the stockings, then at the floating woolen boots, clearly unable to comprehend how such small shoes could hurt her skin.
As the ruler of the underworld, not even a pair of boots could leave a mark on her skin, let alone a g*n that could pierce steel.
“I know Your Majesty is not afraid of these…”
Rast rubbed his forehead: “But since you want to experience real life outside like in a fairy tale story, it would be better to blend in with the customs.”
Helen still seemed somewhat unconvinced.
However, seeing Rast’s insistence, she finally nodded obediently.
Then, from beneath the cloak, she revealed her long, fair legs and extended her small feet toward Rast.
“I understand, my subordinate.”
Rast maintained his calm composure, gently lifting the black stockings.
Once her fair feet were enveloped in the black silk, Helen curiously lifted her feet, examining the nearly transparent stockings before finally slipping them into the woolen boots.
She sat up from the bed, curiously stepping onto the ground, wobbling like a clumsy little duck as she took two steps.
Thanks to her immense strength, she quickly mastered how to walk while wearing shoes.
Meanwhile, outside the princess’s quarters, Rast had already opened the grand door of the palace.
The boy’s profile was silhouetted in the thin morning light outside, sharp and deep.
Then, he smiled and extended his hand toward Helen.
“Well then—”
“Let us begin our date, Your Majesty.”
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PS: I struggled a bit while writing today; I’ll have to revise the second chapter some more and post it during the day.
(End of this chapter)
