Above the expanse of the bright blue sky, the wind roared fiercely. Three human figures were soaring through the air at speeds reaching 220 miles per hour.
Arvin, Dylan, and Davin flew high using high-level wind magic manipulation controlled entirely by Arvin. Their bodies felt weightless, covering a distance of 320 kilometers in just a short amount of time.
After that nearly unobstructed aerial journey, they had now arrived at the border of the Salverin territory.
From a distance, down below, stretched a green and fertile land. And slowly but surely, the three of them could see a high stone wall standing firmly surrounding a settlement. That wall was the protector of the city they were currently viewing from the sky.
That was Larron City, the city center and the heart of Baron Salverin's territory.
Seeing his own hometown gradually growing larger in his vision, Dylan widened his eyes. He was truly shocked, unable to believe what he was currently experiencing.
The black-haired youth knew exactly how long it would take to reach this place from the capital. Traveling by land using a horse-drawn carriage, which usually took up to three days, could now be accomplished in less than an hour.
He turned his head to the right and looked at his husband's handsome face from the side, which appeared remarkably calm, showing absolutely no signs of exhaustion or mana depletion after maintaining a magic spell of this magnitude.
"My Beloved," Dylan called out with an awe he could not hide, "your level of magic control and mana capacity is truly terrifying."
Hearing the words coming from the mouth of his seventh spouse, Arvin only chuckled softly. He turned his head and looked at Dylan's face, then smiled gently.
"It's not a strange thing, Dylan." Arvin answered casually, his voice remaining clear despite the strong wind thanks to the thin magic shield protecting the three of them. "Since its initial creation, the body of this villain character was indeed designed as a terrifying and illogical monster in this world. I, who currently inhabit his body, am merely maximizing the full potential of his insane power."
Hearing her husband's incredibly humble yet highly terrifying words, not only Dylan was stunned. Davin, who was flying on Arvin's right side, was also stunned and fell silent for a few seconds.
It was not without reason that the brownish-white-haired youth reacted that way after hearing his husband's casual remark. He knew very well how terrifying Arvin Vedegra's existence was in that era.
"It's precisely because of those actions of yours that your figure in this era feels far more terrifying compared to Arvin Vedegra's figure in that era." Davin chimed in suddenly. Memories of his past flashed across his eyes before he finally ended them with a long sigh. "Not to mention the fact that the current you is an immortal human. You have even made us, your spouses, become immortal humans just like you."
Hearing the long and profound statement from his eighth spouse, Arvin, who had been focused on Larron City ahead, turned his head to the right.
Arvin's gaze turned extremely deep, trying to find even a speck of doubt in the brownish-white-haired youth's eyes.
"Do you feel regret for becoming an immortal human like me?"
Hearing that question, Davin immediately shook his head repeatedly.
"Absolutely not, My King!" Davin answered with a faint, sincere smile etched on his face. "If I had to live immortally alone, I might feel deeply regretful, tormented, and go insane from loneliness. But... if being immortal means I will continue to be with you, and live together with everyone by your side, I don't regret it at all."
Hearing the answer coming from Davin's mouth, Arvin smiled softly at him.
"That's what I feel towards all of you right now, Davin." Arvin replied in a very gentle tone, his smile now blooming wider. "Being able to look at your cute faces every day, waking up by your side every single time until forever, is a form of unparalleled happiness for me."
That profound conversation was suddenly interrupted by an innocent question from the left.
"Do our faces really look cute in your eyes?" Dylan interrupted abruptly.
Hearing the amusing question coming from his seventh spouse's mouth, Arvin turned his head to the left. He looked at Dylan's face, tracing the cute facial features of the black-haired youth, before finally smiling.
"Yes! You are all very cute in my eyes!" Arvin answered straightforwardly, gently, and without the slightest hesitation. "I just want to keep seeing your faces, always smiling sweetly at me. To me, all of your smiles are an invaluable treasure."
That spontaneous sweet talk, delivered with a very natural tone from Arvin's mouth, successfully rendered the two youths speechless.
Even though this was not the first time the two of them had heard sweet praises coming from their husband's mouth, the effect never diminished. Dylan and Davin's faces instantly flushed red.
The "cute face" praise coming from the strongest person they loved so deeply truly succeeded in making the two youths' hearts pound wildly, filled to the brim with overflowing happiness.
"T-Then, I promise I will always smile sweetly only for you, My Beloved." Dylan said with a slightly stuttering voice, lowering his gaze to hide the blush on his face.
"I also promise I will always smile sweetly at you under any circumstances, My King. This smile belongs to you!"
Hearing the vows from his two beloved spouses, Arvin felt truly happy. He grasped Dylan's right hand and Davin's left hand in the air even tighter. Warmth flowed through their palms.
"I feel so happy. Thank you, Dylan, Davin."
...
A few moments later, the small group began to lower their altitude.
The wind, which had been roaring fiercely, slowly subsided as their speed decreased.
In order to keep their arrival inconspicuous, Arvin decided to land in an area located quite a distance from Larron City's main gate.
As soon as their feet perfectly touched the grassy ground, the three of them then walked side by side at a very leisurely pace, tracing the path leading to the large gate of Dylan's hometown.
In the midst of their leisurely walk accompanied by a gentle breeze, Arvin turned his head to the black-haired youth on his left side.
"Dylan, before we arrive, there is one important thing I want to confirm with you first."
Dylan turned his head and met his husband's gaze with curiosity. "Sure, just ask! What do you want to confirm, My Beloved?"
"Do the soldiers guarding the entrance gate recognize your face and identity?" Arvin asked seriously.
"Yes, of course. They all recognize me very well." Dylan answered without hesitation. "But why are you suddenly asking me about that?"
Receiving that confirmation, Arvin nodded. "If they indeed recognize you very well, listen to me carefully. When we arrive in front of the city gate later, I ask that you never mention my full name to them. I plan to hide my identity as long as we are in this city."
"Why do you suddenly want to keep your identity a secret, My King?" Davin chimed in abruptly. He felt very puzzled by the plan his husband had just stated. "This makes absolutely no sense! Keeping your identity a secret? That doesn't sound like you at all."
Arvin could only offer a small smile in response to the protest. He could not deny a single part of what his eighth spouse had said. If one of his spouses judged that his action of hiding his identity was strange, that was a very reasonable and normal reaction. The reason was, all this time, wherever he went, Arvin always openly revealed his true identity to anyone.
"There is a specific reason why I must do this this time, Davin." Arvin began to explain, looking at the two youths alternately. "Perhaps, while strolling around this city, we might accidentally run into Dylan's family. If they know who I am from the start, all their treatment and attitude will be covered by a mask of fake respect because of my status. It is better for me to keep who I truly am a secret. And if anyone asks, just say that Davin and I are merely your dorm mates."
Dylan still did not fully understand what his husband was thinking. "But... why do you feel you have to go through the trouble of hiding your true identity for them, My Beloved?"
Arvin looked directly into Dylan's red eyes. His gaze was firm yet radiated immense care.
"Because I want to find out with my own two eyes how they treat you and the two of us."
The reason their husband had just stated sounded very logical to Dylan and Davin's ears.
The two of them instantly realized. If Arvin were to reveal his true identity as the eldest son of Duke Melvin Vedegra, the attitude they would receive from the residents or the Salverin family would be a complete 180-degree reversal compared to what they would receive if Arvin did not reveal his identity.
Without needing to think twice, the black-haired youth and the brownish-white-haired youth immediately nodded in agreement with what their husband had planned.