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Chapter 577

Chapter 577: Chapter 4 Knight, Come to My Room!

Chapter 577: Chapter 4 Knight, Come to My Room!

“By the way, Aiwass.”

Isabel suddenly thought of something, stood up from the piano, and walked over to the writing desk in the bedroom.

It was originally Isabel’s second dressing table for storing jewelry, but now she had turned it into a small desk.

It could be used to read a book before going to sleep every night—she always had to be properly dressed when studying or dealing with political affairs in the study, but in the bedroom, she could wear a nightgown.

She rummaged through it and handed a document to Aiwass, who was sprawled on the sofa, “I forgot to give this to you when you came yesterday...

This is the information you asked Lord Hermes to investigate.”

“My sister...

...

Freya Morley Moriarty?”

Aiwass muttered, straightening up slightly to take the letter.

This “sister” was thirty-one years old this year, younger than Edward but older than Aiwass and Yulia.

—Whether it was him, Edward, or Yulia, they all had no recollection of this “sister.” Even Lily and the other servants in the house did not remember her at all.

But Aiwass had asked Ligeia and the Grand Guardian, only to find that they both remembered Freya’s existence.

When Aiwass thought this was a special case of the Fifth Power Level, he asked his history tutor, Professor Bard, and Mycroft, and found that they, too, knew of Freya.

So Aiwass finally realized something was wrong—only the people of the Moriarty Family had forgotten about Freya’s existence.

Or rather, the people living in Moriarty Manor had forgotten her.

No matter how one looked at it, this bore the marks of a conspiracy...

but fortunately, Freya was not dead, she was merely studying abroad in the Holy Nation, and Aiwass would soon be able to see her.

However, Aiwass still asked Mycroft to help him investigate this matter when he was free.

And now this document was the result of the investigation by Sherlock, who considered himself “smarter than him.”

But Aiwass did not open the letter in Isabel’s bedroom; instead, he tucked it into his embrace for now.

“Do you have time for a date today, Lulu?”

Without much thought, Aiwass extended an invitation, “Shall we go out and see Sherlock?”

Isabel just chuckled lightly and said, “Can’t we do it here?

I can play the piano and sing for you.

Or paint you a picture?”

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered dating Isabel before.

At the start of the war, he was tense for a while.

But after watching the war situation for some time and gradually realizing that things were becoming clear, he began to relax.

After that, even Edward and Yulia had urged him several times.

Yulia’s advice was more tactful, while Edward’s criticism was comparatively sharp—

“Would you have the innocent and naive girl take the initiative to ask you out on a date?

Or expect the august Queen to personally invite you to play in public?”

Aiwass actually wanted to resist a bit more.

But after thinking it over, he felt his elder brother was indeed right.

Although he and Isabel had already kissed, and even their families had celebrated the New Year together, they had not formally confessed their feelings, nor had they engaged in any more intimate activities.

They were maintaining this increasingly affectionate but unspoken relationship through a strange tacit understanding.

Before Aiwass planned to go to the Holy Nation for further studies, he decided to take Isabel around Glass Island to create some memories.

Leaving Glass Island was uncertain since, despite Minister Hermes taking care of most of the affairs, Avalon could not truly be left without its Monarch...

The Queen had to remain on Glass Island.@@@@

The reason Aiwass wanted to ask Isabel out was simple.

He was a bit worried—once he went to the Holy Nation, wouldn’t that be considered a long-distance relationship?

Before the war ended, he would have to stay in the territory of the Holy Nation.

“That’s not it...”

Isabel also stretched lazily by the window, squinting in the sunlight, and casually replied, “If that was the case, I definitely wouldn’t want to go to the Iris Flower play.

Besides, we went out during the New Year, didn’t we?”

“Then what exactly is it?”

Aiwass rarely wanted to get to the bottom of it: “Is it because of the incident with the Succubus that left a psychological shadow on you?”

At this, Isabel suddenly realized Aiwass’ seriousness, looked back at him with a mix of surprise and amusement.

Her eyes were curved, taking in Aiwass, shining brightly like emerald in the sunlight.

For the first time, Aiwass felt that he was seen through by Isabel—

Before this, it had always been him who understood Isabel’s thoughts.

She walked over with a bounce in her step, approached Aiwass, not at all resembling a queen, even seeming younger than her princess days.

With the grace of a gentleman inviting a lady to dance, Isabel curtsied and offered her right hand to Aiwass.

Aiwass took her hand—but Isabel exerted a little force, and instead of pulling Aiwass up from the sofa, she was directly pulled into his embrace.

She giggled as she grabbed Aiwass’ collar, lightly thumping his shoulder.

Then she sat sideways on Aiwass’ lap, rhythmically pinching his left earlobe, as if playing a light-hearted tune.

“If a date is for fostering affection and understanding each other better...

then we’re dating every day.”

Isabel said, glancing at the two Queen’s Guards who had remained silent throughout in the room.

She leaned into Aiwass’ ear, with a voice they could probably hear, whispering, “Rather than going outside, I’d rather keep Mr.

Fox’s scent at home...”

Aiwass felt a tickle in his ear, and he sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.

He suddenly understood, Isabel, in a sense, actually thought the same as he did!

Rather than going out and creating new memories, she preferred to replace her slightly grey childhood memories with memories of Aiwass...

Seeing Aiwass’ face turn a bit red, Isabel lay down on top of him, completely pinning him to the sofa.

“When are you leaving?” she whispered.

“...The 16th?”

Aiwass tentatively asked, “At least wait until our current promotion ceremony is over.

Of course, it can change...

I haven’t set a time yet.”

“Let’s make it the 17th,” Isabel crisply revised Aiwass’ schedule, “I’ll book the itinerary for you.”

She moved closer, gazing into Aiwass’ eyes, word by word, she stated, “Also, the night before you leave...

the night of the 16th...

come to my room.”

“...You’re sure?”

Aiwass raised an eyebrow, asking back.

Far from being shy as Isabel might have expected, he seemed invigorated.

“—I’m sure of it!”

Isabel’s complexion was also a bit flushed, but she firmly said, “I command you, Lord Moriarty, in the name of the queen!

On the night of the 16th...

come to my room...!”

She ultimately couldn’t bring herself to say the rest of the words, her face blushing all the way to her neck.

And the corners of Aiwass’ mouth lifted slightly.

He embraced Isabel tightly with his opposite hand, feeling a faint sense of comfort.

“As you wish, my esteemed queen,” he whispered in Isabel’s ear.

The two embraced quietly, like cats curled up on a sofa, as if waiting for the spring sun to gradually climb onto the couch and cover them like light snow.

—Perhaps there was indeed no need to seek out Sherlock for fun, Aiwass thought.