Do Flowers Bloom in the Fallen Land?

The knotting continued for a long time. As the pain weakened due to the strong blood of Viseltium that permeated in her body, Seira slowly relaxed from all the tension. Calrad’s ejaculate filling her tight insides was somewhat uncomfortable, but not to the point of being unbearable.

On the contrary, she felt more and more comfortable with the shallow climax that lasted shortly. She felt like she was in a drunken state, and a giggle burst out of her.

Calrad smiled sweetly as he wiped her sweat-drenched cheeks and forehead.

“You’ve endured well. It’ll be much easier next time,” he said.

“Next… time?” Seira’s brows arched up.

In the end, she felt good, but the thought of enduring something like that again scared Seira. Her purple eyes trembled and Calrad could not help but laugh out loud.

“Yes,” Calrad responded to her question, “now we’re going to spend every night together. Why? Don’t you like it?”

“I-I-It’s not like that, but…” she stuttered as she slowly glanced into his eyes. “Wouldn’t it be hard? How can you do that every day?”

“Like this?” he tilted his head slightly and asked. “Do you think I’m too beastly? Too wild to your liking?”

“What? When did I say that?!” Seira suddenly felt defensive.

“That’s not wrong,” he said as his eyes turned soft.

Calrad stroked her smooth skin, which was completely different from his own rough hands.

“You will know when it comes to manifestation. How awful the desire is for the one who owns your heart. If ever you won’t manifest, I don’t even know Seira, but I think I’ll greatly be disheartened. I would love to see you scrambling for me,” he confessed.

“To desire too much of one thing…” Seira’s face turned red at his blatant remarks.

“You’ll do that for me, right, Seira?” he asked, his eyes almost pleading.

“I…” she hesitated for a second, her mouth opening but couldn’t continue to the answer Calrad anticipated.

“Your Highness,” a loud and clear male voice spoke as he knocked on the door. Seira felt her heart almost jump out of her mouth.

“I told you not to interrupt,” Calrad said as his eyes twitched with irritation. The voice that came out of him was frighteningly cold, unlike that when Calrad spoke to Seira.

“I’m sorry, Crown Prince, but His Majesty is in a hurry to find you,” the man apologized.

Calrad ground his teeth in frustration – he could not refuse his father’s order.

“Alright. Tell him I’ll be there soon,” Calrad replied bitterly.

Earlier this year, the emperor, who lost his imprinted companion, had become unstable in both body and mind. Calrad found it extremely difficult if he didn’t follow orders quickly, if not at all annoying.

“I wanted to be with you longer,” he said as he turned back to Seira.

“It is fine, Calrad,” she replied. “I have to get myself ready again too. Go ahead.”

Heaving a long sigh, Calrad imparted a kiss against her slender neck and collected pheromones. When his erection, which had swollen and blocked the entrance, returned to its original form and escaped, the milky white liquid that had filled Seira flowed out together.

“Ahn…!”

Seira hurriedly gathered her knees at the strange sense of the huge amount of liquid escaping from her body. Calrad glanced down at the hole that was immediately closed to prevent leaking. The corners of his mouth lifted as his stiff expression loosened.

“Good job. Keep it as much as you can. Don’t spill it out,” he told her.

“There’s no such thing as that. I have to wash up to get dressed,” she replied.

Seira tearfully grabbed the edge of the quilt pushed to the corner of the bed and pulled it over her. She needed to wash up anyway, but she wanted to cover herself for now. Unlike her, who didn’t wear a piece of cloth, it was even more embarrassing as he quickly dressed up.

Calrad, who looked at Seira and thought she was cute, carefully opened the blanket and stepped out of the bed.

“You will need a new dress and accessories,” he said.

The dress lying on the floor was already as good as rags.

Calrad glanced at it with a self-satisfied look. He pulled the cord hanging by the bedside, and the closed door finally opened with maids walking quickly into the bedroom. Each of them carried a large and small box.

The maids, who laid them neatly by the bedside, opened the box with the raise of his chin.

“Oh my!” Seira exclaimed.

The boxes were filled with dresses and various jewels that were much more gorgeous and elegant than the dress she wore.

“I wanted to celebrate your start with the things I chose myself. Congratulations on your coming of age, Seira,” he greeted her warmly.

Seira, who blinked her round eyes quickly, bowed her head at him.

“Thank you, Your Grace. I will treasure them forever,” she said.

“In comparison to you, those are but small insignificant things,” Calrad said. He opened his palm towards the maids, and one of them handed over a delicately crafted diamond necklace.

He hung it around her neck and smiled with delight.

“How long will it take?” he asked the maids.

“It will be done in two hours, Your Highness,” one of them answered promptly.

“You can work slowly, so do your best. Today’s main character is your master,” he told them.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the maids answered in unison, and he nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, I’ll see you later,” Calrad said as he kissed Seira lightly on her forehead.

He took a few steps back. Calrad couldn’t take his eyes off of her until the very end, but then left the room at the constant urging of the servant.

Shortly after the door closed, the ladies’ enthusiastic eyes turned to Seira at once.

“…”

Seira, who was instantly embarrassed by the mess they made in the bedroom, averted her eyes from their gazes. She didn’t even know if she was lucky that there was not much time left until the start of the ball. If there wasn’t, she’d have had to suffer hours of screaming by Calrad’s sensuous touch.