Akashic Records of the Bastard Child Engaged to a Goddess

Chapter 143 I'm enlightening Bluestella?

(POV: Lumiere)

As Fasit and I strolled, her ample bosom gently swayed with each step, capturing my attention. The way her dress hugged the curves of her body enhanced the seductive contour of her nipples.

It was a tantalizing invitation, but I wasn't necessarily tempted.

Rather, thoughts of crafting the perfect bras for Fasit's voluptuous breasts consumed my mind.

One that'd provide her with utmost comfort.

She noticed my furtive glances and teasingly quizzed me, "What has captured your gaze, my lord?" my cheeks flushed, and I quickly replied, "Oh, it's nothing. Just enjoying the scenery."

A smile adorned her face as she suggested, "You know, if you ever desire to taste the sweetness of my breasts, you have complete freedom to do so."

Surprised by her boldness, I stammered, "That's not exactly what I was considering..."

Her green eyes sparkled with provocative intent, and she confessed, "But it's surely what I've been fantasizing about."

Feeling the conversation taking an intimate turn, I desperately sought to shift the topic.

"Speaking of fantasies, how is the progress on the new sector construction?" an attempt to bring us back to more neutral ground.

Fasit replied, a hint of teasing in her voice, "I've gathered the most recent records regarding the project. I'll hand them to you later, my lord."

I smiled and responded, "Perfect, thank you for taking care of that."

Curiosity piqued, I ventured to inquire about another matter.

"By the way, where can I find Bluestella? I haven't seen her since she woke up."

Fasit's expression softened as she revealed, "Bluestella has taken up teaching at the school."

Puzzled, I tapped my chin, pretending to forget, and said, "Oh, right! There's a school here, almost slipped my mind."

With amusement, Fasit shared, "Our principal, Martini, leads the institution."

Feeling a déjà vu wash over me, I chuckled and replied, "Somehow, I already knew that."

...

Fasit and I stepped foot onto the grounds of the Silva Academy, the lively chatter of children filled the air.

We ventured deeper into the school, our mission clear: find Bluestella.

The bustling hallways led us to a classroom where the commotion seemed to originate. The shouts of grygan and minotaur children echoed in my ears, their voices harmonizing in a chorus of "Apple, Banana, Coconut."

A playful exercise, a song to remember the order of fruits in the alphabet.

Peering through the window, a familiar figure caught my eye.

There stood Bluestella, once the second queen of the Cross Kingdom, now banished and finding solace in nurturing young minds.

Her regal presence transcended her circumstances, and even in exile, she radiated an indescribable allure. As my gaze fell upon her, I admired the breathtaking beauty she possessed. A slender and graceful frame adorned with a long gown that modestly concealed her ample bosom, accentuating her elegance. Her silky black hair, always styled with a grand braid down her front, framed a face that oozed a mixture of wisdom and youthfulness. And those vivid blue eyes, like deep pools of hidden desire.

I was glad she found a new purpose.

Fasit leaned closer, and whispered, "She has such a unique way of teaching. It's simply adorable."

"She was already well-educated, even before becoming a queen," I murmured.

When Bluestella caught sight of Fasit and me through the window, a warm smile spread across her face. She swiftly silenced the excited whispers of her students and announced that she would return shortly, eliciting a chorus of eager "okays" from the children. Stepping gracefully towards us, Bluestella bowed her head respectfully, a gesture that surprised me but also made me a tad happy.

"How have you been?" I asked.

Bluestella's eyes glittered with appreciation as she replied, "I'm doing fine, thanks to Fasit. She gave me the opportunity to teach and share my knowledge with these wonderful children."

Fasit waved away the compliment. "It's no problem at all. These young minds will greatly benefit from your wisdom, Lady Bluestella."

Then, Bluestella snapped her fingers, a signal for something special.

"One moment please!"

With a graceful stride, she vanished into the classroom.

Moments later, she returned, clutching a pile of wood pulps.

She handed them to me with an enchanting smile.

"I have a surprise for you," she said.

Raising an eyebrow, I accepted the bundle, curious about its contents.

"What is it?" I inquired.

Fasit stepped between Bluestella and me, placing a protective hand on my shoulder. "You don't need to see them," she spoke gently but firmly.

Perplexed, I turned to Fasit, intrigue and suspicion mingling within me. "Why not? What's the matter?"

Fasit hesitated for a moment before responding, "It's nothing, really. Just... maybe another time would be better."

Bluestella, sensing the tension, cast a knowing glance at Fasit before chiming in, "Yes, nevermind. The poems aren't important anyway."

Now more determined than ever, I protested, "But now I really want to see what they wrote. Why can't I?"

Fasit exchanged a silent glance with Bluestella seemingly conveying a hidden understanding.

Eventually, she relented with a light-hearted sigh. "Alright, maybe another time then."

What could be in those poems?

Fasit glanced at the window, noticing the excited commotion of the children eagerly awaiting their beloved teacher's return. She turned to Bluestella, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"I think it's time for you to head back to class. The children are waiting for you," Fasit suggested, her voice carrying a touch of motherly warmth.

Bluestella nodded. "You're right, Fasit. Thank you," she murmured, overwhelmed by the affectionate reception from her students.

As Bluestella prepared to depart, my gaze followed hers, allowing my eyes to absorb the heartwarming sight of the children shouting and waving with unbridled joy. Inspired by their happiness, I found myself smiling, genuine warmth radiating throughout my being.

"They adore you," I remarked.

Bluestella dipped her head in a humble bow. "I'm truly grateful for their love and acceptance," she responded, her tone carrying a newfound humility.

Sensing that it was time to leave, I turned to Fasit, ready to bid farewell and continue on our stroll. But before I could take a step, Bluestella called out, her voice laced with hesitation.

"Wait just a moment," she pleaded, her eyes searching mine, seemingly teeming with unspoken emotions.

Concern etched across my face, I turned towards her.

"What is the matter?" I asked gently, my voice subtly encouraging her to share her thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, Bluestella met my gaze, her expression a reflection of gratitude and sincerity. "I wanted to thank you," her voice trembled with emotion. "Thank you for all that you've done for me, even when I treated you poorly. I appreciate your kindness, and I'm truly sorry for how I acted."

I sighed.

"You don't owe me any thanks. I'm not one to give orders, but if there's one thing I hope you'll respect, it's that here, in this place, our pasts hold no power over us. If it did, then there'd be no chance for us to move forward."

Bluestella's tear-filled eyes met mine, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I know you don't need to hear this, but I really am... sorry."

A small smile graced my lips. "It's alright."

As I walked away, I noticed a sense of joy radiating from her. I knew she was crying again, but this time, they were happy tears.

Fasit's voice broke through my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

"You know," she exclaimed playfully, "if only you were as diligent with cleaning your office as you are with offering emotional support."

I chuckled, my cheeks warming at Fasit's playful jab.

"Well, I guess I have my priorities in order," I retorted, a mischievous glint in my eyes. "But perhaps one day I'll surprise you and actually tidy up."

"I'll believe it when I see it." Fasit smiled.