My Family in the Novel?

Chapter 145: First Act 16: Night Punishments End

Adrian stood there for a moment, gazing at Elena's peaceful slumber.

Clapping his hands, the room's lights faded.

'I'm glad it has the same function as my room'

The dim moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on her serene face.

Despite his initial intentions, the connection they shared had taken an unexpected turn, leaving Adrian feeling a mix of emotions.

He sighed, reflecting on the events that led to this moment.

What started as a supposed punishment transformed into a shared experience of love and intimacy.

'Am I spoiling her too much, or am I just that weak when it comes to Elena?'

The lines between discipline and desire blurred, and Adrian found solace in the tender moments they had just shared.

'Still, it wasn't too bad'

As he observed Elena's rhythmic breathing, the weight of something forgotten nagged at the back of Adrian's mind.

He dismissed the lingering thought for a moment.

As chose to revel in the tranquility of the present.

Tenderly, he covered her with a cozy blanket, tucking her in with care.

Elena's body, still tingling with the remnants of pleasure, twitched intermittently.

The aftermath of their passionate intercourse left an indelible mark, their love still leaving its mark.

The room seemed to resonate with a lingering warmth, a testament to the intensity of their union.

Adrian stood by the bed, admiring the peaceful expression on Elena's face as she slept.

He couldn't resist the urge to gently run his fingers through her silvery white hair, marveling at its smooth, silk-like texture.

A soft smile graced his lips as he lightly touched her cheek.

"Sweet dreams, Elena" he whispered, a genuine warmth in his voice.

As he surveyed the aftermath of their passionate encounter, the disheveled bed bore witness to the intensity of their connection.

Chuckling at the sight, Adrian couldn't help but find amusement in the delightful chaos they had created.

Despite the mess, Adrian hesitated to disturb Elena's peaceful slumber.

Glancing at the clock, he reasoned that she could address it later when she woke up.

He decided to tidy up a few things discreetly, minimizing any evidence of their shared intimacy.

It wouldn't do for Elena's attendants or guards to discover the aftermath of their escapade.

As Adrian moved to leave, he noticed the looming presence of the door and the realization hit him – Beca, one of Elena's templar guards and a trusted ally.

'Did she realize what we did?'

He couldn't shake the feeling that their secrets might be unveiled, but there was little he could do now.

'Especially with the way Elena's moans were running out loud'

Accepting the unpredictable turn of events, he opened the door, prepared for whatever awaited him beyond it.

The unique design of the dormitory doors at the academy served to ensure the privacy of the students, with magic circles carefully implemented to prevent any leakage of sounds from both inside and outside the rooms.

However, an exception was made for Elena, the saintess. Her position required constant communication with her guards, creating a conflict with the academy's student privacy policies.

In light of this, the holy nation accepted the academy's proposal, allowing the saintess to be guarded by one templar who held exclusive access to all technicalities of her room.

Beca, Elena's assigned bodyguard and templar, had the authority to enter Elena's room whenever necessary.

While she respected Elena's privacy when the saintess was inside, Beca had the duty to stay informed about the ongoings within the room.

This unique arrangement allowed Elena and Beca to communicate freely, despite the closed doors and any physical distance between them.

Equipping his night cloak once again, Adrian cautiously opened the door, revealing the bewildered expression on Beca's face as she held her sword pointed directly at his neck.

Adrian, taken aback, instinctively stepped backward, sensing the cold touch of the sharp steel against his skin.

As he moved, he realized he was cornered, pressed against the wall, while Beca maintained her threatening stance with trembling hands.

Beca's face displayed a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her eyes glaring at Adrian. With a shaky voice, she inquired, "Y-You're young master Adrian, I presume?"

Adrian, feeling a bit nervous under the circumstances, nodded in response. Beca, not taking her eyes off him, demanded.

"W-what did you do to the saintess?"

A sly smile played on Adrian's lips as he turned his gaze sideways, subtly indicating the peacefully sleeping Elena on the bed.

"Well... I'm sure you heard, right?" he replied nonchalantly.

Beca's expression twisted in a mix of shock and anger.

"Y-you scum! Heretic—perverted bastard! H-how could you...!!!! To the saintess at that!"

She exclaimed, her sword still pointed at Adrian's neck, her frustration evident in her voice.

Adrian found himself in a bit of a predicament, observing Beca's intense reaction.

The realization dawned on him that their actions could very well warrant a severe punishment, possibly even a death sentence.

While he acknowledged his own fault in the matter.

The accusation of being a pervert seemed a bit unfair on his part, especially considering Elena's role as a Saintess.

And the way she begged him to do her faster, deeper and stronger.

'Hell, she even begged me to impregnate her!'

Her words during their intimate moment were far from what one would expect from someone in her position.

"Wait... I'm sure you heard everything, right? You know it's mutual," Adrian attempted to reason, hoping to diffuse the tension.

"That's not the problem here...! You know what you did, and there's no denying the consequences you face now!" Beca retorted, nervously pressing the sword deeper against Adrian's neck. Any slight movement, and the blade could pierce his skin.

As the gravity of the situation sank in, Adrian realized that this conversation wasn't going to reach a resolution anytime soon.

Beca's face displayed a myriad of emotions, from shock and disgust to evident discomfort. Her breathing seemed labored, indicating the internal struggle she was undergoing.

'I really need to get back,' Adrian thought, suddenly aware that the other girls must be waiting for him.

Adrian looked into her mental state using his authority and sighed, observing the myriad of thoughts swirling in Beca's mind simultaneously.

[Authority: Eyes of the Wandering Crow: {Passive}]

[Beca: Embarrassed by the things she's heard! Can't accept your relationship with the saintess! Willing to bear Elena's anger so she could cut you down! Afraid of you! Is getting hot by what she heard! Thinks you're handsome! Annoyed by you! Can't believe what she's heard! Can't accept what happened! Wishes this was all a bad dream! Half wishes she's never heard all the things you did. Is getting horny by the thought of what happened between you and the Saintess! Curious about Elena's state. Curious about you...…]

The extensive list unfolded, overwhelming even Adrian with the variety of emotions. Turning off his authority, he looked at Beca straight in the eyes.

"Templar Beca, right?"

"Y-you, how did you know that? Do you know me?"

"Well, Elena has told me a lot of good things about you."

"R-really?"

Adrian felt a bit perplexed by Beca's reaction as she suddenly averted her eyes, no longer making direct eye contact.

"So, I'm sorry… but our relationship can't go public yet."

That was the last thing Beca heard before darkness enveloped her vision.

Adrian gazed at the unconscious Beca sprawled on the ground, a pang of guilt echoing within him. He hesitated, reluctant to use his authority on someone close to his future wives, but the potential dangers surrounding Elena and himself made the decision inevitable. Placing his hand on Beca's forehead, Adrian carefully erased any memories she might have of the compromising situation and the revelations she had heard.

While the challenges they faced could be swiftly resolved by Adrian revealing his identity as a hero, he refrained from such a drastic measure.

Activating the Sword of Light in public would certainly draw attention, and even remove all the troubles their relationship faced.

But Adrian mustn't for now, he knew that a hero's arrival must be grand, with the timing and circumstances carefully orchestrated.

Despite the temptation, he held back, reserving this powerful display for a more opportune moment.

Though a tinge of sadness lingered within him for using Elena as bait in the upcoming incidents at the academy.

With one last look on Elena, he closed the door.

…..

Returning to his room, Adrian encountered a scene that sent shivers down his spine—a moment that he never thought possible.

The air thickened with tension, and an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

"Where were you?"

Aria's question hung in the room, seemingly innocuous, yet Adrian sensed the gravity behind it.

The weight of the gazes from Louise and Analise mirrored Aria's scrutiny.

However, what caught Adrian off guard was the presence of Meralda, the floating lady, just behind Aria.

Her green eyes bore an intensity that hinted at a looming threat, and she held a black chain in her hands.

'Meralda? And why does that black chain seem awfully familiar?'

Adrian's mind raced with confusion and recognition, but the impending trouble overshadowed any attempt to make sense of the situation.

In a panic, Adrian quickly covered his neck, aware that the mark left behind by Elena could incite further fury from the girls.

…. The atmosphere in the room grew even colder as Aria, with deliberate steps, began to approach him.

Adrian's heart raced, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he felt the weight of impending doom.

Aria, sensing the tension, moved closer and, with a decisive gesture, reached for Adrian's hands covering his neck.

The air seemed to thicken as she held his hands firmly, and a palpable silence enveloped the room.

"What are you hiding...?"

Aria's voice was calm, but an underlying intensity hinted at the storm brewing within her.

The question lingered, demanding an answer.

Slowly, she started to lift Adrian's hand.