Life Becomes Duke's Beloved
Aura

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Abela looked at the high ceiling of the room. Her body was fresh after the shower. A lot of things went into his mind. The memory of the past overlaps. His long life was not always sad and boring. Sometimes he feels happy. Happiness always feels shorter.

His loss in this world broke the balance. So the bad guys that people are afraid of turn out to be of some use as well. At least they're united for peace. Now that he had only been away from the world for two years, they were already scrambling to disturb the peace of others.

Abela smiled in the wind. He also acted as a peacekeeper. A lot of people like it. A lot of people connected to him. Many people also receive his affection. And the man left them one by one. Not a few who ended up welcoming death in his arms. And it hurts. It was then, when the last person close to him left. He chose to close himself.

Abela still remembers the first time she was a threat. At that time he was upset by the civil war that occurred. So he unleashed a monstrous monster in that war. And all the soldiers were more focused on defeating monsters than their enemies. And that's how it keeps happening. The older he got, the more bored he thought of all the ways he could leave this world.

He threatens the peace of the people to find someone who dares to finish him off. And finally his wait for hundreds of years was answered. He meets Armand.

Armand was a war general who never stopped trying. Many times he was severely injured while fighting him. But he always comes back. Especially when Armand already had that sword. Armand said the sword was descended from previous kings. But Abela had no recollection of anyone ever fighting that sword before. Probably not because of the sword. But who uses it.

Abela's reflection came to a halt as she heard the door open. But he was reluctant to move from his lying position.

"You didn't even check who entered this room." Armand's low voice drifted into Abela's ears.

"Who else would enter impolitely without knocking on the door" Abela replied sarcastically.

Armand laughed at hearing that. He climbed on the bed, sat down and resuscitated his back. Abela glanced at him with her eyes tails. Armand was wearing only a sleeping robe, the black silk robe glistened as the light of the candle shimmered around him.

Abela saw Armand close his eyes, his usual neat hair looking quite messy, partially covering his forehead.

"If you look at me like that, I don't know how to stop my heart beating so fast." Armand said it with his eyes still closed.

"Omong is empty" Abela replied coldly. Greeted a soft laugh from Armand.

"What do you want to ask?" Armand finally opened his eyes, staring at Abela who had almost hidden all parts of her body under the covers.

"From your every fight with the witch, I can't believe that not once did she strike your face" Abela said flatly. More on himself.

"That's ... I don't know the answer. What say?" asked Armand who had laid his body tilted to face Abela.

"Eitherway. Maybe he's just after your vital organs." Abela did not really want to answer.

"G ... I hope you answer that because of my handsome face." Armand laughed mischievously at the end of his sentence. And his laughter grew louder as he accepted Abela's expression.

"Come out and have them prepare one more room for you" Abela said, stopping Armand's laughter.

"Why? Here's my room. So shouldn't you be the one going out asking for another room?" Armand raised his eyebrows.

"The thing is, this is your house. And you're their master. It would be weird if I gave the order."

"Then I don't want to, I'll still sleep here in my room" replied Armand, changing his lying position, becoming supine.

"I don't want to sleep with you." Abela made her point.

"Your request was denied" Armand replied casually.

"Just whatever. But if you touch me just a little bit, I'll use my aura" Abela threatened.

"Don't threaten me with that, I can also use the aura" Armand said, turning his head to look at Abela whom he thought was staring at.

"And if that happens, even before we do anything, this bed, hmm ... No. This entire floor is about to collapse," Armand said, an amused laugh rang out again. But not from Armand.

Abela's loud laughter filled all the empty spaces in this room. Her body behind the blanket seemed to shake, Abela wiping the corners of her slightly watery eyes. And tried to stop his laughter as his eyes caught Armand's enchanted gaze.

"What do you see?" abela asked, trying to speak in the flatest tone she could.

"Your face" replied Armand briefly. He put his hand on Abela's stomach.

"Your words do not match the action, by attaching yourself to me, it means you have done nothing," replied Abela who was responded to by a soft laugh from Armand who pressed her body, her head was already on Abela's shoulders.

"Can you caress my hair until I fall asleep, as you used to do," Arman said half in a whisper.

"For what?" abela asked in a bored tone.

"I just want it. Or would you rather have my hand move?" Armand said that with a mischievous tone. Making Abela have no choice, awkwardly stroking Armand's hair. A little amazed because her hair feels soft.

"Before you go to sleep may I ask you a question?"

"Hn. Ask anything" replied Armand.

"What is the highest level of Aura users?"

"Level one is the highest, like group number one," Armand replied in a sleepy tone.

"You're level one?" ask Abela again.

"Yes ... There aren't many level one in this kingdom."

"What about me? What level?" Abela was quite curious and anticipated Armand's answer.

"Looks I might be level twenty-eight." Armand's casual reply left Abela shocked.

"I'm that weak?" abela did not believe it.

"Loose? There are still many levels below that."

"But still I'm weak, I'm not even in the top ten." Abela sounded angry.

"Aura can weaken if you never wear it in a fight, if you don't practice, if you ...." Armand hung up his sentence. "For women, if she gives birth to her offspring. Her aura was partially passed down on the baby."

"Then I'm a fool, why would I give birth if my strength were diminished." The words Abela said in that flat tone left Armand shocked.

Armand widened his eyes and looked up at Abela's seemingly non-joking expression. He put some distance between them by propping his large body with his hands. Staring at Abela's face below.

"That's quite surprising. Should I bring Orlando home soon? Look, I know you lost your memory. But I hope you don't say that in front of your son. That's a warning not a request." Armand said it in a cold and serious tone. For the first time Abela heard that tone. I don't know why it makes him a little nervous.

"Alright," Abela answered briefly. "Don't worry" Abela said again. Trying to convince a little Armand who was still looking at him sharply.

Armand finally rolled over to the side of the empty bed. Sounded clearly sighing - calming himself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be hard on you. I'm just a little worried about Orlando."

"I understand, sleep." Abela did not want to continue this conversation, somehow suddenly feeling tired. This body was extremely weak, so he had to get used to it.

Abela was about to close her eyes and fall asleep when Armand called her name again.

"Abela ...."

"Yes ..." murmured Abela sleepily.

"Abela ...."

And Abela no longer paid any heed to Armand. Not her calling or even Armand's finger caress in her hair.

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