Arkhan's Hidden Treasure

King's Study, Royal Palace.

*Swoosh!*

A crimson spear cut through the air, piercing through a half-meter-thick marble wall.

Arkhan, who was busy dealing with documents, glanced up and sighed. The wall he had just repaired was now ruined again.

Catching a glimpse of silver-white strands of hair falling like autumn leaves next to the spear, Merlin forced a stiff smile on his handsome face.

"Uhh... Your Majesty the Queen of the Land of Shadows, isn't this a bit too dangerous?"

"You really dare to tell nonsense about this 'Beloved Purple-Haired Princess of the Chosen King'?" Scathach asked with her arms crossed.

Merlin shifted his eyes nervously to the side.

"We-Well... It's not like it's my fault. Everyone was talking about it..."

"In the field of magecraft, I might not match up to you, but don't think your crude magecraft disguises can fool my eyes." Scathach continued with a calm tone. "Do you really think I don't know who started all of this?"

"Well~ We're civilized people. In the spirit of fairness, if you claim it's me, then prove it." Merlin responded while smirking.

"It seems you don't know me well."

Another crimson spear appeared in Scathach's hand, thrusting toward Merlin like thunder.

"I don't need any reason if I want to beat someone."

Startled by the oncoming spear, Merlin blinked, and in an instant, he vanished from the spot.

*BOOM!*

The spear pierced through the entire wall, embedding itself in the opposite room.

"Why are you running?" Scathach raised an eyebrow and then summoned Gungnir. "Go!"

She threw the spear, penetrating through walls, and after about half a minute, a distant scream echoed back.

Arkhan put down his documents, looking at the scattered debris. He sighed and wrote a rune in the air with his finger. As if time were rewinding, the debris returned to its original place, forming a solid wall.

"Less than a month and this room's been wrecked twice. I guess I'm the only king in the world experiencing this kind of thing." Arkhan chuckled to himself.

"Such an unruly guy, yet the most powerful mage since the Age of Gods. It's beyond my understanding." Scathach shook her head, disapproving of Merlin's laziness despite his powerful talent in magecraft.

"Well, sometimes this world is just unfair. Monsters and regular folks can't be judged the same way." Arkhan neatly stacked the processed documents, planning to have Yulina pick them up later.

"Among the so-called regular folks, I bet you don't include yourself."

"I am a regular folk. If you don't believe me, ask Nidhogg. She can confirm every night." Arkhan asserted calmly.

Scathach raised an eyebrow, walked to the desk, leaned down, revealing her alluring body, and gently hooked Arkhan's chin with her slender fingers.

"Saying such things in front of me, are you implying something?"

Looking into those teasing crimson eyes, Arkhan awkwardly scratched his nose.

"Actually, I don't mind doing that kind of thing with you..." Scathach murmured in a low voice. The rich, sensual fragrance reminiscent of musk escaped from her full, sexy red lips as she lightly patted her son's face.

Arkhan's heart pounded, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over his mother's mature and sensual body. 

"Really?" Arkhan discreetly swallowed saliva.

"When have you ever heard me tell a lie?" Scathach smiled calmly.

Arkhan's breathing suddenly became heavier. He lowered his head slightly and tightly clenched his fists as the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

After a long silence, he finally opened his mouth with a slightly hoarse voice.

"There's something I'd like to ask you, Mother. Can I?"

A hint of unnoticeable disappointment flashed in Scathach's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She stood up as if nothing had happened, straightened her hair, and smiled.

"Just speak, what is it?"

Arkhan still didn't lift his head.

"I have a knight order of about nine hundred men. I hope you can teach them martial arts."

"Only true warriors are worthy of my guidance."

"Don't worry, I assure you, they are all true warriors."

"Hmm... Since you say so, I'll look forward to it a bit."

Arkhan breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at his mother's face with an earnest expression.

"Thank you for your help."

"What are you saying? You're my son; there's no need to thank each other among family."

Scathach responded casually while playfully pinching his cheek, then turned to leave.

"I'm leaving now. Morgan and Lily are still waiting for me to have afternoon tea together. Remember to send someone to take me to meet your knight order tomorrow."

"Okay..."

Looking at the closed door, Arkhan sighed deeply, leaned back in his chair, rubbed his forehead, and chuckled.

"Does this make me worse than an animal?" Arkhan glanced down at the small tent pitched below him and sighed again. "You've worked hard, my little bro."

The door suddenly opened again, which startled him. He quickly huddled over the desk, concealing his 'tent'.

But when he looked up and saw who it was, he relaxed a bit.

"Why are you lying on the table?" Nidhogg, dressed in a black dress, looked at him with confusion.

Arkhan's eyes roamed around as if pondering something, and soon a smile graced his face.

"Because I have a treasure hidden here. Do you want to see it?"

"What treasure?" Nidhogg walked over, curious.

"The treasure... right here!"

Suddenly, he grabbed her delicate hand, which elicited her soft gasp.

Nidhogg found herself in his embrace and felt a hard and hot object beneath her tummy. Her delicate face blushed instantly.

"How about this treasure? Do you like it~?" Arkhan teased.

"Tch, wh-who would like something like this..." Nidhogg spat lightly and turned her head.

"Oho? Are you sure about that?"

Without delay, Arkhan gently kissed Nidhogg's smooth and fair neck, causing her body to tremble slightly.

His hands were not idle either. One slid under her dress, exploring the full and delicate thighs, while the other climbed one of the big and soft breasts, kneading it with just the right amount of pressure.

After several night activities of husband and wife, he knew every sensitive spot on her body like the back of his hand.

"Mhm~"

Nidhogg softly moaned, her pretty face growing even more flushed. Unconsciously, her breath became heavier, and her body felt boneless, leaning gently into Arkhan's embrace, devoid of any strength.

"Just last night... we did it multiple times already..."

Nidhogg couldn't fathom why his lust was so insatiable. Who was the true dragon between them?

"Please... let me go... I have to attend Sister Morgan's afternoon tea later..."

Arkhan couldn't care less as he was dominantly turning Nidhogg's head and kissing those rosy cherry lips.

It took a good ten minutes before he finally released her. Silver strands lingered at the corners of her mouth, her eyes misty and increasingly seductive.

Arkhan stroked Nidhogg's silky black hair, gently biting her crystal-clear earlobe.

"So... do you want to continue?"

"If... you insist... then... let's go to the bedroom, okay? I'm not quite comfortable here..." Nidhogg timidly looked at him, unaware of how her pitiful appearance excited him.

His rationality instantly snapped.

Arkhan's eyes turned bloodshot and a beastly growl escaped his throat. He forcefully pushed Nidhogg onto the desk and his vigor was unleashed like a dragon's fury.

"Wait! Wait a second! The door is open—ahhh~"