Chapter 91: An Important News

The next day...

"Haah! I finally made it to the palace!"

Nolan stretched lazily before flopping onto the bed with a look of relief.

The day’s journey had been long and exhausting. Still, it had at least done a good job of chasing away his boredom.

The horse-drawn carriage had stopped at several cities along the way, allowing him to rest and stay at inns that Orlan had booked in advance.

So, even though it was tiring, the trip had been somewhat enjoyable.

"Hmmm..." Nolan closed his eyes, ready to sink into a deep nap.

But just then, a shadow appeared in the doorway.

The figure walked over slowly, then suddenly jumped onto the bed and hugged Nolan tightly from behind.

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard by the sudden squeeze, Nolan groaned in pain and woke up.

"Damn it! Who’s ruining my nap?" He grumbled, annoyed.

He tried to turn around, but the person behind him had locked him in place with their arms.

"Guess who I am~"

His eyes were covered by a pair of hands, while a soft, melodic voice whispered from behind.

Nolan froze. He instantly recognized the voice.

"You... Sister Seira? What are you doing here?" he asked, both confused and irritated.

Seira pouted, puffing out her cheeks in mock frustration.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked, pressing the side of her face against his cheek.

She rubbed against him indulgently, her smile as sweet as ever.

Nolan: "..."

"Huh..." He sighed and turned his head with a weary look. "Mind getting off my back? I can’t move like this."

Despite her reluctance, Seira finally stepped aside. But before doing so, she took advantage of Nolan’s helplessness and planted a loving kiss on his cheek.

"Muah~"

Then she quickly rolled away, lying on her side as she gazed at him with a teasing, seductive look.

Nolan slowly sat up, rubbing his sore back.

"Can you not show up whenever you feel like it? It’s seriously annoying," he grumbled, clearly irritated.

This woman was unbelievably frustrating—always popping up like a ghost and catching him off guard.

Hearing his complaint, Seira immediately put on a sad face. She covered her eyes with both hands and began fake-crying.

"Hiks! Nolan actually hates me... Hiks! I’d rather die than be hated by you!"

Nolan: "..."

Seriously...? Can you not say something that extreme?

Die? If Father hears you killed yourself because of me, he might kill me instead...

Letting out a long sigh, Nolan lay back and yawned lazily.

"Whatever. Cut the drama. So, what did you really come here for?" he asked, giving Seira a weary glance.

Seira dropped the act, scooted closer, and suddenly pulled Nolan’s head into her chest.

He immediately felt the softness of her huge breasts pressing against him, along with the sweet, dizzying scent of lavender.

Instinctively, he tried to pull away—but her grip was too strong.

In the end... he gave up and accepted the special treatment, all for free.

"Actually, I just missed you... and I was worried, Nolan," Seira said softly as she gently stroked his silky black hair. "A few days ago, I went to your room, but you weren’t there. When I asked Elina, she said you’d gone south—to the Caltherons. I got scared... scared you wouldn’t come back safely."

Nolan stayed silent, but a quiet warmth began to spread in his chest.

As annoying as Seira could be, he couldn’t deny how deeply she cared about him.

Little by little, his irritation faded, replaced by a softer expression.

"I’m sorry... for making you worry, Sis," he whispered.

But Seira suddenly gave him a sly smile. "I’ll forgive you... but on one condition."

Nolan raised an eyebrow, suspicion flashing in his eyes. "Condition? What kind of condition?"

With her eyes closed and a mischievous smile still on her lips, Seira pointed to her left cheek.

"I want you to kiss me."

"Kiss?" Nolan looked at her in disbelief. "Do I look like a little kid to you?"

"But you’ve always been a child in my eyes," Seira replied without missing a beat, leaving Nolan speechless.

"Come on, don’t be shy. What’s the big deal? We’re siblings—there’s no reason to be embarrassed," she said, nudging him playfully.

Nolan immediately regretted apologizing. If only he had a time machine, he’d go back a minute and slap himself into silence.

But sadly, that wasn’t an option. In the end, he had no choice but to give in to his sister’s demand.

Otherwise, she’d definitely pull something ridiculous to get her way—and that would be even more of a hassle.

With Seira watching him expectantly, Nolan reluctantly leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Ahh~ I feel like I’m dreaming!" Seira squealed with delight before pulling him into a tight hug.

Her ample chest smothered his face, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Sister! Get those weapons of mass destruction off my face!" Nolan gasped, struggling and panting as he tried to push her away.

"Ah! Sorry, Nolan—are you okay?" Seira asked, looking genuinely worried.

Nolan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and shot her an annoyed look.

"I’m fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Anyway, I doubt you came all the way here just to mess around. Out with it."

From what he knew, his sister never appeared without a reason. There had to be something important.

"As expected of my clever little brother," Seira said, hugging his face affectionately. "Yes, I came to tell you something. Since you just got back, I figured you probably haven’t heard yet."

Nolan’s expression changed, a hint of curiosity lighting up his eyes. "Heard what?"

"Father’s birthday party is in a few days," Seira said softly.

"Birthday?" Nolan blinked, caught off guard.

Then it hit him—it was already the seventh month of the Veyrum calendar.

The Veyrum calendar had been used since the founding of the Empire—a thousand years ago.

And the old man’s birthday landed on the twenty-fifth day of the seventh month—which meant it was only four days away.

"What’s with that face? Don’t tell me you forgot your own father’s birthday," Seira said, eyeing him suspiciously.

Caught off guard, Nolan gave an awkward smile and scratched his cheek.

"Ahem... It’s not that I forgot, but..." He mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse—though he knew it was pointless.

The truth was, he had completely forgotten—and no excuse could cover that up.

Seira let out a small sigh, then pinched his cheek with a mock look of frustration.

"You really are an unfilial son, Nolan."

Nolan didn’t respond. He’d heard that line too many times to count—maybe even more than a hundred. He couldn’t be bothered to keep track.

Pushing the thought aside, he looked at Seira, who was now lying on her side beside him.

"So... is the old man planning to invite any important people this time?" he asked.

"I don’t know," Seira replied, gently shaking her head. "But earlier, I heard from my mother that my grandfather—the Singularity of Light—will be invited."

The moment she said that, Nolan paused... then gave a small, amused smile.

"The Singularity of Light, huh? Heh... now that sounds interesting."