Chapter 73.4

Kevin couldn't shake the feeling that Oswald's fingers seemed more rigid, as if they were encased in a tight glove. His gaze fixated on a bluish spot beneath the wrist bone, struggling to remember if it had always been there or if it had recently appeared.

The former Light God, who had lived for thousands of years, had never experienced anything like it. A feeling of concern was slowly building up inside of him, threatening to erupt into chaos.

His obsidian eyes remained fixed on the spot, as if he was trying to see through the very fabric of reality. He had seen many things in his long life, but this was something new.

Only when he noticed the stuffiness in his chest did he also realize that his left hand, which had rested on the bed, had become almost as cold as Oswald's.

The warmth in his palm disappeared, and the pages of the book in his right hand crumpled unknowingly.

It didn't make sense for Kevin to wake up while Oswald remained asleep, considering their proximity to each other. With his lips dry, he withdrew his hands and examined Oswald, pinching his knuckles tightly.

His joints cracked rhythmically, reflecting his growing agitation.

After squeezing his hand several times, Kevin couldn't resist putting the book aside. He stood by the bed and scanned Oswald's body, then bent down and began unbuttoning the emperor's clothes wordlessly.

His intention was to check if the light blue spot extended elsewhere on Oswald's body.

Amidst the mess, Kevin, usually observant, failed to notice the tremble of the emperor's eyelids as he undid the buttons.

As he callously pulled half of Oswald's clothes off his chest, a cold hand snapped onto Kevin's wrist.

Caught off guard, it took Kevin a moment to react. In that moment of confusion, he raised his eyes and met Oswald's gaze, his eyes partially open.

"Are you awake?" Kevin, well-practiced in deception, quickly composed himself, veiling his turbulent emotions.

His face returned to its normal expression, with a casual smile at the corner of his mouth.

He tapped Oswald's chest with the back of his hand and said, "Don't lie on your side when you wake up. You'll scare everyone in the palace. I'll have Ian bring some water."

After speaking, Kevin straightened up and went to find Ian, the old butler.

However, Oswald, his eyes squinted, scrutinized Kevin's face with a strange gaze and asked in a hoarse voice, furrowing his brows, "Who are you?"

Kevin froze, his posture half straightened. Startled by the question, he stood there momentarily dumbfounded.

After a while, he laughed and replied, "Are you joking? I'm not interested in playing this childish game with you. I'll go—"

In the middle of his sentence, Oswald's gaze silenced him. Astonished, Kevin couldn't continue speaking.

He pondered in his mind, realizing that the Vulcan godhead that Oswald had possessed was no longer there, implying that Oswald had truly died when Melo had detonated himself.

Mirror Island's power lay in granting new life, but it didn't guarantee the preservation of memories. Could it be that Oswald's memories had been completely wiped away?

Kevin looked at Oswald's wary gaze, feeling uncertain.

"Are you joking?" Kevin bent over, placing one hand on the edge of the bed.

He lowered his head and touched the back of his hand against Oswald's forehead, absentmindedly saying, "You can't be serious... You're not burning up, so could it be that you're frozen?"

While he muttered to himself, Oswald unexpectedly grabbed him by the collar, pulling his head lower. Then, with his face inches away, Oswald kissed him.

"My acting skills are not bad, it seems," Oswald purred, licking Kevin's lips.

He smiled against Kevin's mouth, his breath warm and faintly minty. "Or perhaps you are truly worried."

Kevin's eyes widened, but he did not reply. He could not deny that Oswald's words had struck a nerve.

He had been worried about Oswald's intentions ever since they had met, and Oswald's playful teasing was only making him more anxious.

Oswald leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Kevin's. "What is it, my dear?" he whispered.

Kevin's eyes narrowed as he glared at Oswald. He was seething with anger, and his hands were clenched into fists. He had never wanted to kill anyone before, but he knew that if Oswald had not stopped him, he would have killed him without hesitation.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you," Kevin said through gritted teeth. "If you ever try anything like that again, I will."

"Fortunately," Oswald said with a sigh, "you are alive, and so am I." He leaned in and kissed Kevin gently, his lips soft and warm.

Kevin kissed him back, his heart filled with relief and joy.

Oswald leaned in and kissed Kevin, his lips soft and gentle. Kevin kissed him back, and for a moment, they were both lost in the moment.

When they finally pulled away, Kevin sighed contentedly. "Okay," he said. "Whatever happens, I'm happy."

Oswald kissed him again, this time more passionately. Kevin wrapped his arms around Oswald and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. They kissed for a long time, lost in each other's embrace.

The old housekeeper, Ian, opened the door and stepped inside to Kevin's chambers. He had brought a plate of fruit for his young master, as he did every day.

He was about to set the plate of fruit down on the table when he stopped short. He could not believe his eyes.

In the middle of the room, Kevin and the God of Light were kissing. Ian's mouth fell open. He was so shocked that he could not speak. He just stood there, frozen in place.

Ian did not say anything. He just stared at them, his eyes wide with disbelief.

He had known Oswald since he was a child. He had raised him as his own son. And now, he had seen him kissing the God of Light.

And the other was the legendary The god of light...

God of Light...

Ian did not know what to think. He did not know what to feel. He just knew that his world had been turned upside down.