Moonlight Ball

Chapter 40

Elaine shook his head when he saw the guilty expression on Iris’s face.

“Is there anything I can do to help? There must be something I can do to help here. My magic is still there,” Iris said.

He most certainly didn’t want her to talk about oral sex and he smiled benevolently, grateful for the change in the direction of their conversation. “There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he said, feeling relieved.

Iris knew that her teacher was the most merciful man in the world. He was a leisurely winner of bloody Magic Tower politics and had kept Iris in power, while still nursing and growing her magic skills, appropriately using her presence when the need arose. He was very good at political fights, and was therefore still the owner of the Magic Tower and probably would be until his death. The man didn’t seem to get weak, but now, he just wanted to run away like a coward because he didn’t want to be questioned about sex by his daughter!

“I still feel I should do something, teacher.”

“Don’t worry. Your teacher is not weak.”

Iris laughed along with Elaine’s smile, but her laughter soon turned into tears and she grabbed the hem of her teacher’s long coat, “I’ll always be your shield, so feel free to use me anytime, teacher.”

“You’re being silly. You’re always my daughter.”

“Teacher,” Elaine hugged her affectionately as Iris wept bitterly in his arms.

“Don’t cry. I’ll always be there for you, and I’ll always protect you. I’m your father, so why would I need your protection? Don’t cry, sweetheart.” Iris nodded her head over and over and again, sniffling as the warm tears rolled down her cheeks, and she couldn’t let go of his robe nor raise her head.

***

Bull, full of bull! Sidrain, who’d been on the roof a lot longer lately than most night guests stayed at the palace these days, narrowed his eyes as he thought about how much he truly loathed Elaine Rossi.

When young Iris had been brought to the Magic Tower, this man had raised her as his shield and had used her magic as if it were his own. He’d then told her that she wouldn’t be able to follow his achievements for the next hundred years. What Sidrain found laughable was the fact that Elaine’s achievements wouldn’t have been possible without his disciple, Iris.

As he stood on the roof, barely able to keep his composure while he listened in on their conversation, Sidrain couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Elaine was acting as if he were shocked by the pictures he was seeing like it was his first time seeing oral sex being performed; he would’ve given Elaine a crown if that were true.

Sidrain sighed deeply under the sparkling spring night sky as he wondered what son of a bitch had put a book, with such graphic pictures in it, inside the royal library!

Taking someone’s virginity was not something to be treated lightly, so from tomorrow, he thought he would have to revise the plan altogether. His chest felt as if it was getting tighter as he pondered how to go about this.

Sidrain was a man who’d received much attention in his life. Many people looked at him in awe and with affection, but many people viewed him negatively, with eyes full of hatred and disgust.

He was a man who had conquered another country and killed many people but he could swear that he’d never seen such an uncomfortable look in a person’s eyes before, as he had when he’d lain with Iris. Her eyes had glared at him as if they were blazing, but it was neither hate nor contempt, at least he assumed that was the case. It seemed as if she felt a sense of betrayal and he recalled her cold words, “How could you do this to me?” And, he’d nearly burst out laughing when she’d mentioned that sausages were served for breakfast. Sidrain had awkwardly shut his mouth, as opposed to laughing when he’d seen Iris’s eyes flaring while she’d talked about the sausages. He decided to start reconnaissance in a warlike manner, which would need to be a priority if he wanted to set up a perfect strategy.

***

Iris grabbed a fork in one hand and a sharp knife in the other. She had a determined look on her face and he noticed how tightly she held the cutlery because her knuckles were white! She cut the sausage up slowly and precisely and when she could no longer use her knife at the end of it, she took her fork and squished the last bit. Sidrain looked at the cut-up sausage and his stomach hit his ankles, as he almost felt his organ being chopped up. Iris’s cold stare seemed to warn him, that if he put his penis in her mouth, she’d do exactly that.

He thought she was naive and innocent, but she had an unexpected intensity about her. Sidrain arranged his words in his head, looking at the sausage, which seemed to be offered as a sacrifice, instead of his genitals. This was a crisis, and it needed to be overcome somehow. Nothing in his life had ever made him feel this word as much as Iris did, neither war nor dragon, but Iris Elaine was making it clear what the meaning of the word, ‘overcome’, meant right now.

“My Queen. You don’t like sausages?” The King asked half-jokingly.

Iris looked at him with astonishment. Do I not like it?! She wanted to scream at him and barely managed to contain her anger at his silly question.

“No, I don’t like it!” She snapped.

Although she could see that the King was scared, Iris didn’t care and expressed it as clearly as she could, while stuttering, how much she hated sausages and asking how dare he tell her to put it in her mouth?!

But she didn’t hate sausages. I’m not talking to you, sausage. Of course, you are delicious to eat, Iris apologized to the sausage as a child would talk to its food. She was just in a bad place at that moment and she couldn’t claim that she did enjoy sausages.

“My Queen hates sausages so much. But I can’t believe that they have served them for dinner,” the King said as he flicked his finger to get the attention of one of the servants.

The chief of staff bowed politely, “I’m sorry, Your Highness. We’ll take action right now.”