Reincarnated in a Shounen Manga - Chapter 273

Chapter 273 - Just Another Relationship

Wisteria was worried; how could she not be?

Kon was hiding something from her, and she didn't know how to approach him about it.

Just yesterday, he had met with someone who had crippled the Sun Country in the past. There was a time when the ruler of the Sun Country was known as the Emperor and was undoubtedly the leader of the most powerful country around. Many of their personnel were Special Rank Exorcists, and if they wished, they could also learn how to wield Ord.

However, all that changed due to one man—the Demonic Exorcist.

A legacy that had lasted for thousands of years was nearly obliterated by a single individual.

But Wisteria didn't have much time to dwell on these thoughts as someone decided to kick her door open, and this time, she didn't even flinch.

It was somewhat concerning how she was growing accustomed to people breaking into her room.

"Guess who's an amazing husband and went to the trouble of worrying about how much junk food his wife consumes!" Kon declared dramatically.

He was as dramatic as ever. When they first met, Wisteria found it a bit strange that someone as powerful as him could be so unusual. But compared to his peers at the time, he was relatively normal.

Well, it's not like she didn't appreciate this side of him. It showed that despite everything, he was still the same guy.

He brought her breakfast... no, lunch in bed. She really needed to fix her sleeping schedule. It was a shame that her abilities only grew stronger the more she indulged in trashy anime.

She tasted the food he had brought and didn't taste like usual. It was somewhat bland, indicating it had been prepared by an experienced cook.

However, it was too amateurish for a skilled royal chef to have made. Wisteria glanced at Kon, narrowing her eyes at him. His only response was a friendly smile that was difficult to decipher.

Did he make this himself?

Wisteria's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, the food tasted much better. She looked down at the small table Kon had set on her bed and tried to conceal her blush.

Despite his occasional bluntness, Kon knew how to be romantic.

"Oh? You're blushing!" Kon exclaimed. "Did my handsome appearance make you fall head over heels for me again?"

Wisteria didn't even bother to respond. He would tease her about it. But she couldn't hide her smile when she thought of Kon waking up early and flipping through a cooking book, looking as confused as a clueless cat.

"Anyway, you shouldn't eat so much junk food."

"I am a Warrior Affinity Ord user, so I will not have any major health issues. Even by eating junk food, I will likely live close to a hundred," she explained. Wisteria had a realistic outlook on her life expectancy, and she doubted she would live long enough to die a natural death.

Ord users and Royal Family members rarely experienced natural deaths, and Wisteria belonged to both categories. She gave herself five years at most until someone devised a plan that Kon wouldn't be able to predict. After all, he was human. Moreover, she didn't want him to risk his life for her so much.

Despite how their relationship might appear to outsiders, with their teasing and all, Wisteria did care for Kon, and vice versa. As long as she remained as she was, her time on Earth was limited.

But she didn't mind the idea of dying; it was something she had come to terms with since she was young. With her family's struggle for succession, she had expected her body to be buried six feet under.

Kon was opening and closing his mouth, saying something, but she was lost in her thoughts and couldn't hear his words.

Would he be sad if she were to die? Wisteria wondered, and his potential sadness made her feel melancholic as well. In a strange, twisted way, it also brought her happiness to know that she was someone he cared about so deeply.

By the time her mind returned to reality, she heard Kon say, "Well, let it not be said that I am the kind of husband who will stick it in with no fanfare. Let's go on a date!"

She had zero context for what Kon had been talking about, but it couldn't have been anything good.

"Could you ask me out in a worse way?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, woman, we're going out."

"That wasn't even a request!"

"I know, I'm far too generous. I should try blackmailing you instead... If you don't come on a date with me, I will tell everyone you're a weeb."

"You ass!"

Wisteria got up, removed her nightgown, and dressed in preparation for their date. She didn't mind that Kon was staring at her naked body. She chose casual pants, a loose shirt, glasses, and a hat—a perfect disguise for a princess going on a secret outing.

She looked behind and smirked when she noticed Kon had been checking her out the whole time. "Heh, pervert."

"Okay, and here I thought I would carry you like a princess while we flew off from your balcony. But it seems like your ticket has been downgraded to 'being carried like a potato sack.'"

"If you do that, I will divorce you and take half your shit."

"You have more shit, so it isn't a deal for me. Also, does this world have such terrible marriage laws too?"

Wisteria was a bit confused by those last words. Maybe the rumors that he had died were true, and divorce even existed in the afterlife. Talk about a bummer.

"Of course," she walked over to the balcony, and for a split second, she saw the teasing smile dancing on his lips, thinking he was about to carry out his promise. But he didn't; instead, he carried her off her feet like a princess, and they flew off.

Despite all the nonsense he said, Wisteria knew that Kon had a soft spot for her. "Heh, simp."

She had heard the lingo used by the younger silver-haired kids—kids that Kon had saved and who now acted as her de facto bodyguards.

But sadly, as soon as she said the word, she felt Kon's arms beneath her disappear, and the ground rapidly approached. It took less than a second for her to understand what was happening... she was falling.

Oh, shit!

Wisteria felt her blood turning cold as her heart filled with panic. She turned around and saw the fast-approaching ground, but she was suddenly grabbed and flew above the clouds. Kon continued carrying her in a princess hold, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Never do that again!" she screeched.

"Sorry," he apologized, his lips puckered. The scoundrel was clearly trying to hold back his laughter, and wasn't sorry at all! "It just seems like my cute queen, the woman I care about the most in this world, insulted me. It was such a shock that my hands slipped. It usually wouldn't happen, but having someone so beautiful insult me is really disheartening."

With so many compliments, Wisteria felt like she almost had a heart attack. He always knew how to get on her good side... She had married an annoying man who rarely listened to anyone. But in a way, she liked him more for that.

Was it weird? Yes. But they were both weird together, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Do this again, and I will leave you for real!"

"You mean run away with your anime body pillow and live happily ever after?" he asked, the perpetual smirk on his face.

"Puh, you can at least pretend to be jealous," she pouted.

"How? It's hard to even imagine anyone else putting up with your weeb side."

"True," she begrudgingly admitted.

"Also, no one else would put up with me either," he chuckled, and she smiled in response.

They flew for a while, and Kon tried to show her the world from this bird-like perspective. It held a certain beauty, but being thousands of meters in the sky was also quite terrifying.

At least he was flying slowly and had a firm grip on her, leaving her with little logical reason to be afraid. But a fear of heights was rarely logical. Then she narrowed her eyes at him and said, "Don't you dare drop me again."

"Don't worry; I will never drop you," he reassured her as they descended stealthily, surrounded by smog, and landed in an alley.

Wisteria made sure her disguise was properly in place. They were about to leave when she grabbed Kon's hand. "Why aren't you wearing a disguise?"

"You're the queen; you need a disguise," he stated matter-of-factly.

"And you are an internationally famous exorcist, a war hero, and many other things," she explained. The most annoying part about this whole situation was that she wasn't sure if he was really that clueless about how famous he was.

He sighed. "Sure, I'm always prepared for situations where I need to go undercover."

Wisteria breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, no matter how Kon acted sometimes, he was still a professional. He wouldn't have reached his current status by messing around.

"Okay, this should do it," Kon took out a pair of glasses from his pocket and put them on. "Now you can call me Nok."

She stared at him with an expressionless look, blinked, and pinched herself to make sure she wasn't having some crazy dream. Wisteria sighed wearily, "I'm not really in the mood for this. You're more famous than international celebrities. Just putting on glasses won't make people forget-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Kon walked out of the alley and turned toward her. He spread his arms and gave a bow as if he were concluding a performance.

Some of the people walking nearby glanced at him, probably to see why he was bowing in the middle of a stone road, but they didn't pay him a second look.

"I told you I was right," he said.