The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 332: Recuperation

As time passes, the scene is slowly being settled by the imperial forces. The agents captured were also led outside to the capital, awaiting their sentences.

Other than that, the treatment for Marquis was much special, as his paralyzed body would be delivered to a secluded underground facility, never to see the light again.

The same was true for everything that would be confiscated inside the headquarters, despite these subsequent procedures. They would still be dealing with the aftermath.

However, at that moment, Spade only cared about someone. As the busy imperial forces left, bringing the captured agents and the marquis, they also left a rather silent yet serene background.

Amidst the silence, two people were embracing each other tightly. Spade soothed Arren, who was now crying silently, all the emotions finally dawned on him.

It wasn’t a despairing cry either, but more of a relief. The feeling that, the nightmare had finally ended.

Everything that happened that night was enough for Arren to fall into exhaustion, not to mention that he was also emotionally spent. It was as if all the courage that he managed to summon earlier was now depleted, making him exhausted.

Spade still didn’t say anything, just stroking Arren’s back and kissing the top of his head, letting him know of his presence.

There were a lot of things to do, but for now, they only needed each other. Now, they could really afford to say... They had a lot of time. The future seemed so promising.

"Let’s go home?" After a while, Spade murmured gently.

Arren, with tears in his eyes, looked up. Spade immediately wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He nodded and smiled—a smile so sweet, his eyes shone.

It was a smile that was almost comparable to the smile he had before everything went down.

"Let’s go home."

Home. It was such a simple word, and yet, Arren truly felt the significance of that one simple word.

Before they left and entered the car, Arren turned and gave a glance at the headquarters and the rising smoke from this vicinity.

His final glance at the cause of the tragedy of his first lifetime. The almost crumbling walls, the rising fire... As they reflected in his eyes, Arren almost saw his past, slowly burning until it became ashes.

It might leave burn scars, but the pain would fade over time. Arren stared and watched the scene for a few moments, as he slowly turned around from it and entered the car.

Just like how the car drove away, Arren had taken a significant step away from moving forward, leaving the past behind. He leaned on Spade’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

In no time, Arren let the darkness engulf him as he fell asleep.

Contrary to Spade and Arren’s calmness after an intense confrontation with the demon of their past lives, the whole world was far from being calm. The actions from that night would be recorded in history, signifying how the world’s largest terrorist organization, which had the potential to unleash a great disaster, was destroyed.

Although the war in this life was not as huge as in the past, there were still certain locations that were devastated by the war. Still, the empire did a great job by limiting any casualties and wrapping up the war as much as possible.

News after news was revealed and reported, giving the public awareness of the consequences for the future if the organization was not annihilated.

Nowadays, just the mention of the organization is enough to cause fear, even for the most reckless and carefree netizens. Everyone knew not to make a joke about this extremely sensitive issue.

Just like that, two weeks had passed by. Despite that, the aftermath of the war had not yet dissipated, even the news about it was still such a hot issue.

It was expected that it might take a few months before any news about it cools down, yet the memories of this tragedy will remain for years to come.

In the palace, in his study, Spade was flipping through documents as he adjusted his reading glasses to his eyes. At the same time, he was listening to reports from the official in front of him.

"How about Arren?" For the first time, Spade raised his gaze, looked at the newly arrived royal attendant, and asked.

The official also stopped speaking and stood aside obediently, waiting for his turn again.

The royal attendant bowed his head and spoke, reporting about Arren. Well, it was mainly about whether Arren had already eaten. Spade wasn’t someone who would inquire about every little thing his omega did, he was most concerned about Arren’s health. freewёbnoνel.com

Lately, as Spade returned to his duty and dealt with the aftermath of the war, he became so busy during the day that even eating with Arren wasn’t as frequent as before.

Spade wasn’t the only one busy; Arren was also the same. Although one could hardly conclude it as such.

After they returned to the palace, Arren had slept so much, and Spade also set aside everything to take care of his omega. It seemed nothing was wrong, and he only became lethargic; gradually, he also showed signs of fever, which made it harder for Spade to return to his duty.

Arren himself knew nothing was serious in his condition and that it was only residual effects from his traumatic event, but given Spade’s and his father’s worries, he let them indulge him.

He didn’t do anything and only recuperated.

After a week, his occasional fevers dwindled, and he wasn’t as lethargic as before, although Arren was still too lazy to do anything, which, in his opinion, was nothing new.

Alas, everyone around him was such a worrywart, that he could only comply. Arren only felt that it was his soul’s way of recuperating from the past wounds.

On the other hand, as he recovered, his enormous appetite kicked in as he ate whatever he thought and missed. Spade and the Duke also let him, even as he ordered takeouts, which mesmerized even the delivery drivers.

"Aren’t you scared to gain weight?"

As Arren was about to shove another slice of pizza in his mouth, a gentle voice interrupted him. His eyes narrowed before he smiled and shrugged.

"About time, I always hate that I’m too lean." Arren smiled carelessly and continued to eat, not sure if what he said was true or not.

The white-haired omega in front of him, rolled his eyes and scrunched his face as though disgusted at how Arren devoured his food. Rave could only pour a glass of juice for Arren, as though he had nothing else to do. Yet, if one looked closer, his eyes didn’t seem annoyed but instead had a pampering light in them.

Two weeks had passed since, and Rave always felt that it was just a fever dream, but as time passed, he accepted that everything was over. They were free from the nightmare.

"You see..." Arren munched on the pizza and stopped for a moment, looking at Rave beside him.

His face suddenly became serious, but it was still gentle.

"How about coming with me to meet Ms. M?" Arren spoke, staring into Rave’s eyes.

Rave froze for a moment, meeting Arren’s sincere gaze.

A week later, after the incident and as he recovered from the occasional fevers, Arren sincerely sought Ms. M’s treatment again with Spade and his father’s approval.

Arren acknowledges that while the knots in his heart and soul had been untied, he still needed professional help, something Ms. M could provide.

He wasn’t stubborn anymore in this aspect.

After all, even though the full recovery was slow, he had a lot of time to recover.

Becoming free and unfettered, he wanted to experience that with those he loved, and Rave was part of that.

Arren didn’t insist after inviting once, it was up to Rave.

Silence descended, and Arren continued to devour the food. Soon, his hand stopped and he turned to the side after hearing a soft murmur.

"Should I?"

Arren licked the sauce in his mouth and smiled. There wasn’t any answer, but an encouragement.

Recuperation. Arren wasn’t the only one who needed that.