No More Pain For This Villain.

Chapter 55 To My Loved Ones.

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"Hi," Anabelle said awkwardly. Now, that's concerning.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I didn't remember her telling me that she was going to visit me today.

"I came to give you your birthday present and wish you well, but you weren't home. Your mom said that I could wait," Anabelle explained nervously.

"And what might you be doing, Mrs. Marilyn? Don't tell me you're analysing Ana just like you did for me," I asked Marilyn, who sat beside Anabelle with a notepad and quill in her hand.

"Oh, this? It's nothing, just a little cross-questioning with your friend. I hope you don't mind," Marilyn said as she pushed the notepad into her spatial ring.

"Well, Ruu, ain't you a little secret-keeper? Why didn't you tell us that you made such a lovely friend and that you also had a date with her?" Mom asked as she sat on the other side of Anabelle. Now she was in the middle of Marilyn and my mom, while Dad watched from the door.

It looks like Marilyn ratted on me. I gave a look of contempt to Marilyn, while she kept an innocent smile on her face. Why? She promised me that she wouldn't tell my parents.

Sighing, I said, "I didn't keep any secrets. It's just that I forgot to tell you." I looked at Anabelle and said, "I have something to talk about with Anabelle, so I'll be taking her to my room."

"You sound like you're taking her to your room for some different stuff, man." Blaze said.

Anabelle stood up quickly. Her cheeks glowed a deep shade of red.

"Well, you can have your little chat in Ruu's room, and till then, I'll prepare dinner. Help me, Marylin." Mom started walking towards the kitchen but stopped and said, "Just don't do naughty stuff in there, and if you do, make sure you use protection."

"Mom! Let's go, Ana." I grabbed Anabelle's hand and dragged her with me to the second floor, since she didn't look like she was thinking straight. Her eyes had that spiralling look in them, and her face was burning with embarrassment.

Before going upstairs, I passed by my father, who gave me a thumbs up and a proud look.

'What is he proud of?' I thought.

....

I entered my room and closed the door behind me while Anabelle stood in front of me, stiff.

"Don't worry about mom; she likes teasing me. Anabelle: "Hey, I am talking to you." I waved my hand in front of her face, but she didn't waver even a bit. She kept mumbling the words "naughty stuff" and "protection" over and over. I grabbed her by both shoulders and gave her a little shake.

"Ahh!?... Ren?" At last, Anabelle came out of her fantasy land and looked at me.

Phew

"Finally...now tell me what my mother and Marylin asked you? Were they rude or something?" I asked, and from the moment I entered the living room, Anabelle seemed a little awkward.

"Anh!.... Nothing. They asked nothing, absolutely nothing." Anabelle's face was turning more pink with each passing second as she said every word.

"No need to hide from me; you can tell me if they were rude in any manner." I was sure that something was wrong with her.

"Rude? No!! They weren't rude; it's just that..." Anabelle stopped halfway through.

"It's just that?" Why is she building the tension?

"It's just that they asked if you and I had thatkind of relationship and what we did yesterday or how we met,just stuff like that." Anabelle answered.

"What kind of relationship?" I asked.

"The one that you have with the person you love" Anabelle went silent. She's acting like a damn teenage girl; it's cute, though.

Sigh

"My mom, you know... well,she's just excited since you are the first girl I've ever brought to my house; just don't take that stuff to heart." I sighed. Other than Mary, she might be the only girl I've ever brought home with me.

"Am I?" Anabelle started fidgeting.

"Yes, you are. Now, why don't you have a seat over here?" I pulled a chair from near the desk as I sat down on my bed.

There's no way I am making her uncomfortable by saying that she should sit beside me on the bed. After I saw her reaction to what my mom said about us being in a relationship, it'll be an overkill for her.

"Then once again, what brings you here after you ran yesterday at the end of the date?" I asked when Anabelle settled into the chair.

Yesterday, when our date ended, Anabelle left in a hurry after I told her that today was my birthday. Not to forget, she looked quite upset.

"Well, it's your fault for not informing me in advance; I could've prepared in advance." Anabelle pouts,Where is the shy girl from before?

"Prepare what?" I asked,

"!" Anabelle had a slouchy, casual bag with a wide opening and a drawstring closure with her. She opened the bag and pulled out something like a slim,rectangular box made from a sturdy cloth material, maybe cotton. The box has a lid that can be lifted off to access the contents inside.

"What is that? looks fancy for sure." I said, I think this is my gift.

"See for yourself; I could have prepared something better if not for someone not telling me prior." Anabelle was still pouting.

I opened the lid and saw the contents inside.

"Wow!" Inside the box was something that was needed at the moment.

The robe is made from a high-quality black fabric, possibly silk or velvet, that has a rich and lustrous sheen. The fabric is adorned with intricate embroidery, perhaps in a contrasting colour such as gold or silver, that adds texture and visual interest to the garment.

"Why don't you wear it?" As Anabelle suggests,I extracted the robe from the box.

Flip

Flipping it all over me, I wore the robe as I heard an audible gasp from Anabelle.

The collar of the robe is made from a thick, plush fur, possibly mink or fox, that adds a touch of warmth and luxury to the garment. The fur is dark in colour, possibly black or dark brown, and contrasts beautifully with the black fabric of the robe.

"How does it look?" I asked.

"You look se*- good and handsome; what do you think? Do you like it?" Anabelle started panicking again.

' I swear this lass was going to call you sexy; I can bet my whole fortune on it.' Blaze started barking from the back of my mind. What fortune is this guy talking about?

"It's great." I complimented,

The robe is long, reaching down to the ankles or possibly even the floor, and is designed to be worn open, allowing the wearer to walk freely without feeling constrained. The sleeves of the robe are long and wide, with billowing cuffs that widen towards the end.

Overall, this robe would be a striking and dramatic piece of clothing that exudes sophistication and luxury. The combination of the dark fur collar, black embroidered fabric, and flowing silhouette would make it an unforgettable garment that commands attention.

"How much did it cost?" I asked, "It's just too good to be cheap; it's like something that one of those nobles from the Hestia Empire would use.

"And that means I can't use it on a daily basis.' I thought,Yep, it's just like those clothes that you keep treasured and saved for parties and events just because they look good or are expensive.

"It has nothing to do with you." Anabelle turned her face in another direction. "Well, it's rude to ask the price of something that has been given to you as a gift.

Sigh

Knock

" Well-" I was interrupted by a knock on my door. I opened the door and saw Mom and Marylin.

"Is dinner ready?" I Asked,

"Yeah, it is; we were here to call you downstairs." Mom said this while not looking at me but while gazing past me, where Anabelle was sitting.

"Well, the room is not messy; their breathing is normal, and their clothes are also fine. I am sure they didn't do it; what a waste." Marylin sighed in disappointment. What did you want us to do?

"Anyways, let's go down." I said to Anabelle After that, we both walked downstairs and then towards the dining table.

Anabelle tried to leave, but my mom successfully persuaded her to stay for dinner, and I too wanted her to stay. It'll be a waste if Anabelle doesn't get to taste the food my mom cooks.

On the dinner table were so many delectable dishes like stuffed poultry, pies, roast meat, pottage, and many more.

Mom surely has outdone herself. I thought, It's a feast tonight.

well it's the last day anyway so I should enjoy as much as I can.

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The faint light of the two moons illuminates the surroundings. The moons appeared to be larger than normal, casting an eerie glow across the Walls.

The air was cool and crisp, with a slight breeze rustling through the trees. The silence would be almost deafening, with only the sound of your own breathing and the occasional rustling of leaves to break the stillness.

A carriage waits patiently in front of the towering walls of a city, the horses snorting and pawing at the ground as their driver looks up at the massive stone fortifications. The walls are high and thick, made of rough-hewn stone and lined with guard towers. The carriage driver checks his pocket watch.

"I am sorry for being late." William ran towards the carriage driver and said while huffing intensely, startling the latter.

"Oh! you must be Sir William Stales,right?" The carriage driver asked,

"Yes, I am." William responds as he organises his luggage,he has a large trunk with him.

"I believe we should leave right away because Birkwood is quite a distance away."

Said the driver.

William places his luggage in the carriage and the driver opens the door for the knight.

The driver sat down and took control of the horses' reins as the carriage began to move.

He turned around after a little while and inquired, "If you don't mind, sir, where might you be going in such haste?"

"To my loved ones."William replied while gazing out the window and sporting a tiny smile as he entertained nice thoughts.