Chapter 190
Honestly, His Majesty will probably forget all about this. I should just mention it separately to Her Majesty.
Still, the fact that reincarnation was real was somewhat surprising.
But what was the point of living well in the next life?
Then again, it was better to have a guaranteed ticket than not.
He had done enough work to deserve it.
“Don’t be so skeptical. I’ll just have you reborn as one of your own descendants. That’ll make it easy to find you.”
“Ah, yes….”
“I’d feel a bit regretful losing you, after all. I’ll even make sure you reincarnate with your memories intact. I don’t know if such a spell exists yet, but I’ll start looking into it.”
“Thaaank youuu. I suppose I’ll become an unparalleled genius of my lineage.”
Having given up on understanding any of this, Elton stretched with a long yawn.
Then, he casually glanced around the city.
A country entirely shaped by his hands.
If he could retain these memories, well… perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad.
It was quite the sense of accomplishment.
Besides, it would be frustrating to be born again only to work hard all over again—so he might as well let his past achievements fill his future self with pride and confidence.
“If I’m reincarnated, I’m really just going to play.”
“Do as you wish.”
“Really, really. Don’t make me work again.”
“I said I understand.”
Eltan, who received his repeated assurances, went down the stairs with a lighter heart.
Yasmin watched the back of his cherished subordinate for a moment, then raised his gaze to the distant sky.
Human lifespans are truly short.
Even if you give them your heart, they quickly die in less than 100 years.
Eltan’s time still has some left… but how long will it really last?
Will he be able to live to eighty?
It would be nice if he could.
Eltan was almost his only friend.
He’s precious because he’s a human who knows everything about him.
‘A spell to maintain memories. I think I could research it a bit more.’
He’s tried everything to restore Siren’s memories.
Creating the spell was part of that effort.
Although he’s repeatedly failed so far, he knows that success and failure are just a sheet of paper apart.
There’s something missing, and if he can just figure out what it is… he might be able to keep Eltan by his side for a long time.
Whether his appearance changes or his gender changes, if their souls are the same, they’re the same person to him.
‘Besides, if this spell succeeds, my children might not be hurt as much.’
And maybe, just maybe.
It’s a scenario he hates to even think about, but it might be necessary if the children die before him or Siren.
He has the curse of eternal life. Siren is a god, so she doesn’t have to experience death.
But the twins were different.
They were his and a god’s child in a human body, so they’d still live for 500 years. If they lived long, they’d live up to 600 years.
‘But someday, we’ll have to say goodbye.’
He knew that fact well.
He had already calmly accepted it.
It was still a long time in the future, but he had to accept it now. That way, he could catch Siren when she broke down at that time, right?
They couldn’t both fall apart.
He’d probably have no regrets about life by then, but you never know.
After a time when he was tired of living, he was happy again.
He learned from experience that happiness comes when you wait, so he didn’t want to die.
If Siren said she was going to give up her existence, he would have to cling to her persistently.
‘Even if I have to make her lose her memory again.’
Yasmin’s green eyes shone darkly.
Of course, Siren had no idea that he was thinking such things. It was a dark inner thought that he didn’t even utter in his sleep.
He would build a fence so wide that it wouldn’t even be visible.
So she could be happy like a dream inside, without even knowing she was collared.
‘I want to see her.’
Siren, entangled in a silk ribbon, appeared in his vision.
It was an illusion, but it wasn’t just an illusion.
Recently, the couple had discovered new s****l acts.
To be precise, Yasmin had already been enjoying them.
He’s been trying out a few rough acts that he hadn’t dared to try on Siren these days.
He’s moved beyond just hitting her b******s or b*****s to arouse s****l excitement and is now holding ropes.
Tying up her slender body with care was nothing short of a physical art.
After grasping the positions of all her joints, bones, and muscles, restricting her movements, and hanging her from the ceiling, Siren gracefully arched her neck.
There’s nothing more arousing than thrusting into her in that state.
Of course, hanging her for a long time would strain her body, so he had to bring her down quickly, but the act of tying the ropes was itself a communion for them.
It was sharing love and a non-verbal way of communicating.
Ordinary humans wouldn’t understand at all.
‘Ah, come to think of it, there are humans who secretly enjoy such things.’
They call the one who ties the ropes a rigger.
They call the one who is tied with ropes a bunny.
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