Super Righteous Player-Chapter 1276 - 306: Confession and Response to Confession

...How can one describe that kind of flutter in the heart?

In just that instant, Annan knew—the question that Grandmother wished Annan to ask already had a very clear answer.

But just as Grandmother had said...

If even "confession" must be left to the girl, it would not only make Kafney seem lacking in ladylike decorum and restraint, but also make Annan appear to have no responsibility and lacking in courage.

So, Annan spoke directly.

"Kafney..."

He hesitated a little, feeling somewhat shy, and used a slightly more tactful expression: "I like you. I have for a long time now." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"I love you, sir... No, Annan."

Kafney replied without hesitation: "I love you—from the very start, from the moment we first met, I have already fallen for you.

"Since then, I hoped we could be together..."

As Kafney spoke, she lifted the quilt off herself.

She had just propped herself up from the bed, and the shadows wove themselves like living creatures, weaving a net and gathering beneath Kafney, allowing her to rise from the bed effortlessly.

These shadows formed a shape resembling a puffy skirt, as if putting a formal coat over Kafney’s nightgown.

Kafney’s face was slightly flushed.

She adjusted her clothes and made a very soft sound: "I have to admit, I actually... have had improper thoughts about you. Just when I saw you again the second time.

"But I knew if I did, it would scare you. It would also make me seem like a devil, possessing inappropriate aggression. Perhaps your family would hate me for it. So I held back, in distress... until I saw Her Highness Maria afterwards.

"Never have I been more clearly aware than at that moment that if I were to marry you, I would need to become someone who is worthy of you and not drag you down.

"I wish I could spend my entire life with you—not just as your follower, pet, or assistant. You are the Savior of the future, and my power is so weak compared to yours... I also wish for something, something that would trouble you, but I could help you with."

Kafney said seriously, "That is politics.

"Annan, I know you are very busy, so much so that you even have to forsake your duties as Grand Duke. Then you must be engaged in something more important than governance—concerning defeating the terrifying enemy and saving the world.

"So I’ve been working hard to study and hone my abilities in handling political affairs. I just hope that I can ease your burdens... I wish to continue improving myself until I can confidently and candidly say to you ’Leave all these things to me, I can handle them well for you.’

"But I haven’t grown to that level yet... and you’ve come to confess to me."

"...So, should you wait and develop a little more?"

Annan instinctively retorted.

But as soon as he said it, he realized what a silly thing he had said.

He immediately frowned, wanting to explain something.

Kafney, however, shook her head steadfastly.

"I will never miss any opportunity."

She answered with utmost certainty: "Even though it’s not yet the right time for me to ’marry’ you... but if it’s a confession, then I will accept it.

"...Moreover, based on what I know of you. You’re not someone who would, without any prelude, sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night and confess to me."

Kafney worriedly asked, "Did something happen? Is there something I can help with?"

Annan fell silent for a moment at her words.

Up to now, everything he did was on a whim, upholding "the goodness of self", Annan had never realized before how difficult it could be to say "a rational and correct decision".

"Indeed..."

He replied dryly, "I must head into the future now.

"If I return victorious, then I would complete my ascension and will no longer be able to have descendants; if I fail... I will disappear as such. Perhaps at some point, you might find a fragment belonging to me, or perhaps not even that. Until your death, the world will remain safe... except I will not return.

"And then, at some distant future—the Worm will inevitably devour everything in this world. But the good news is, that should happen after you have passed away... over a hundred years into the future."

"That’s bad news."

Kafney whispered softly, "That means I have to live in pain and loneliness.

"In that case, it’s better just to die."

"But even if I achieve the ultimate victory, I don’t know when exactly I will return."

Annan averted his gaze.

"I will wait for you."

Kafney answered without hesitation: "Whether it be a year or ten, even until I become an old woman and lie in the ground, unless someone presents me with indisputable evidence, I will never believe you have lost, or died.

"I will always wait for you. Awaiting your triumphant return—I will never despair because of it."

She paused here and then asked, "So, how long do you... still have?"

"Two months."

Annan gave a very definitive time.

He hesitated a bit and added, "The other issue is... both you and I are still too young. I can indeed give you a wedding. But we’re only fifteen, and even in Noah, you are not yet of age... these would be unblessed offspring."

"—It’s okay."

Kafney answered without hesitation: "I have been prepared for this... ever since I saw you again, I’ve started preparations. Up until now, I’ve been preparing for an entire year."

As she said this, she lightly trotted to the corner of her bedroom, to a heavily ritual-encrypted safe, and opened it up.

This was the most securely protected "treasury" in Kafney’s room. With rituals of extremely high-level encryptions, even Annan could not easily see what was inside.

But as Kafney revealed it through complex processes, she retrieved what was inside.

—They were two golden cups filled with fresh blood.

"From the start, I decided..."

Kafney whispered: "If you fell in love with someone else and decided to marry them, then I would at least steal two drops of your blood. If I were the queen, I could raise them justifiably.

"My love for you... is very greedy. Though I was initially prepared for it, even if you loved someone else, I would still become your lover, because my greed would never let me relinquish anything, nor would I be willing to give you away wholly; in that case, I wouldn’t give you children, because my greed wanted to have you alone, not to share with anyone.

"But I want everything... even if I don’t want to give birth to children for such a bad Annan, yet I still want to have children with you. How terrible, right... such capricious and strange as I am."

Kafney said softly.

She raised the golden cup, several sizes larger than her hand, high above, demurely displaying it to a dazed Annan.

"...I want two children."

Kafney said, somewhat sheepishly but firmly, "So I prepared two golden cups."

—Without a doubt.

This was the reason why, each time seeing Kafney, her face was always pale as a doll.

Due to the severe erosion from a previous curse that damaged Kafney’s body, she had not yet experienced menarche and lacked the ability to conceive. But every month, she would cut her wrists, prepared an ample amount of blood, and prayed devoutly to the Goddess of Cup, meticulously preparing the ritual.

Kafney said with a slight sigh, "I just thought they might not be needed... but unexpectedly, now they have finally served their purpose. Since I began making them, they have now reached a state of usability.

"This is fate. And fate is the track of the celestial chariot—"

Kafney answered steadfastly, "So I trust that the celestial chariot will never fail.

"I am willing to trust this fate blessed upon me. It brought you before me, and gave you to me... hence, I will never betray this fate.

"—No matter how long I have to wait, I will be here, waiting for you to return."