Chapter 253: They are already husband and wife
That's how Kurtz started.
Instead of rushing to express his feelings, he first looked for a way to stay by the elf's side. Fortunately, he found it. This allows him to slowly penetrate Serie's heart over a long period, until she becomes accustomed to this love.
"Kurtz," Serie suddenly spoke up, "we should be considered husband and wife, in human terms, right?"
Serie remembered the wedding she had witnessed earlier. The bride and groom made their promise to stay together for life with a kiss. And she had been kissed by this man many times during this period. In a way, could they be considered a couple?
"Theoretically, it's not quite there yet, since we haven't had a formal wedding ceremony."
"This is really troublesome."
Serie shook her head, showing no interest whatsoever in the wedding Kurtz had mentioned. Not only would she have to wear a white outfit that made it difficult to move around, but she would also have to invite a large number of people to watch. Serie felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.
More importantly, she could barely count the people to invite on one hand. There was Ayla, and the other two. Besides, she didn't dare to ask the third one, fearing that the other party might do something irrational again.
Upon hearing this, Kurtz chuckled softly. The vibration of his body was transmitted through their intertwined fingertips.
He knew, of course, that the elf lady had no interest in those tedious human rituals. In fact, in a sense, Serie was rather lazy; she hated trouble and was usually too lazy to move around, even a bit of a homebody.
Back then, they could stay in the forest for hundreds of years without ever stepping out, spending their days flipping through magic books or experimenting with new spells. Such a monotonous life would have been unbearable for most people, but Serie easily endured it for a thousand years.
However, this persistence was ultimately limited. Even Serie was starting to feel a bit bored until Kurtz proposed the Magic Association, which gave her a new goal.
"It is indeed troublesome," he agreed, his fingers gently twirling a strand of her golden hair. "However, for us, those rituals are irrelevant."
He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, gazing into her clear golden eyes. "In my heart, from a very, very long time ago, you have been my only partner. Whether or not there is that ceremony, it will not change that."
Serie looked back at him quietly, her eyes steady as she seemed to ponder his words.
For her, the concept was far more important than the form. She recalled the long years she had spent with Kurtz, the moments they fought side by side, their unspoken understanding, their magical exchanges, and their recent escalating intimacy. The connections built by all of this were far more profound than a noisy human wedding.
"Hmm." She finally responded softly, which was considered an acceptance of his statement.
For her, this was the final confirmation.
She paused, then added, "So, according to this logic, have we been... husband and wife for a long time?"
This statement made Kurtz chuckle.
"Yes." He smiled and gently patted her head. "It's just that some slow-witted elf only realized it now."
Serie frowned slightly, as if she wanted to refute that she wasn't slow-witted. But after thinking it over carefully, she realized that it had taken her a very, very long time to understand this feeling roughly. She swallowed her words back and just glared at him with some resentment.
Kurtz's heart fluttered at her slightly arrogant expression, and he couldn't resist wanting to kiss her. But Serie gently pressed her finger to his lips, stopping him.
"So," she looked at him, her eyes filled with pure curiosity, "now that we are husband and wife, what should we do next according to human customs?"
Her sudden question took Kurtz aback, then he chuckled softly at the thought.
What a waste of such a romantic atmosphere.
"Well..." he drawled, "Human couples do a lot of things. Actually, we do pretty much the same things every day. The only thing we don't do is probably have children?"
If it were any other human woman, she would have blushed with embarrassment upon hearing Kurtz's blunt statement.
But unfortunately, this is Serie.
Sure enough, Serie's brows furrowed even more, her face showing clear disapproval and even disgust.
"Reproducing? It feels like it would affect our exploration of magic, a completely unnecessary and troublesome step. Besides, theoretically, we shouldn't be able to have offspring together."
A human and an elf are destined never to have offspring, the law of the world, a kind of natural law. Different races cannot reproduce.
Her reaction was precisely what Kurtz had expected.
"I know you're not interested in this." He paused, then spoke carefully. "We don't need to follow any human steps. Just like now, together, doing what we both want to do, studying magic, building the guild, and dealing with future threats. This is the way it is for the two of us."
Serie pondered for a moment after listening, seemingly finding the plan reasonable and feasible.
"Okay. That's settled then." She nodded.
At least for now, she had no intention of having children. For elves, the idea of procreation may not exist for thousands of years.
Although the Elven Kingdom had been promoting this for the past millennium, the results had been minimal. If the elves' views on reproduction could be changed so easily, the continent would have been overrun with elves long ago.
After all, it wouldn't be difficult for a race that is almost immortal and has particular talents to take over this continent.
Serie's response was simple, but Kurtz was already quite satisfied.
This is his Serie.
You don't need fancy vows or grand ceremonies. Once she's made up her mind, it will exist in her life in an incomparably pure and unwavering way.
"However," Serie suddenly spoke again, pointing upward toward the sky, "you have to come with me to see the stars tonight. I heard there's a meteor shower, the kind that only happens once every fifty years."
Kurtz's heart stirred, and he said softly, "Okay. I will find the most suitable place, and I will accompany you to see it every fifty years from now on."
This is a promise belonging to the immortal race...a promise that only the immortal race can keep.
Serie looked at him without saying anything more. Then she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, gently burying her face in the crook of his neck.
This action clearly implied dependence.
Kurtz paused for a moment, then pulled his arms closer and held the elf tightly, feeling the real warmth beneath her calm aura.
Time is peaceful, and the years are long.
For those who have an endless future ahead of them, the title of husband and wife may not be as important as the warmth of embracing each other at this moment.
After all, being able to cross the long passage of time, finally enter the deepest part of each other's hearts, and decide to walk hand in hand from now on is already the grandest and most eternal ceremony.
[End of Chapter]
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