Arfrotian chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stared at the woman before him—the divine consciousness of this entire omniverse, the very spirit of the Eternal Frostheart itself, and now… a mischievous wife who was thoroughly enjoying teasing him. He had always been a master strategist, an entity who could calculate countless possibilities in a fraction of a second, yet here he was, completely at the mercy of Eterna’s whims.

  With a smirk, Arfrotian pulled her closer, their bodies pressing against each other, his hands resting firmly on her slender waist. This time, he wasn’t letting her off so easily. His blue eyes shimmered as he lowered his gaze to meet hers, a teasing yet inquisitive expression forming on his face.

  “Oh, Honey,” Arfrotian emphasized, making sure to use the name she insisted on,

  “do tell me—how did you come up with the idea of eating in the middle of my conversation? And more importantly, what exactly did you mean when you said that the best thing a husband could eat is his wife?”

  He expected her to flinch, maybe get embarrassed, but no. Eterna simply laughed—soft, sultry, and incredibly sweet. The way she grabbed onto his coat, her delicate fingers gripping his lapels while her glowing liquid-blue eyes sparkled with mischief, made Arfrotian’s heart race against his will. He prided himself on his composure, but this woman—no, this divine entity—was relentless in shaking his very core.

  Eterna giggled, leaning closer into his embrace as she traced idle patterns on his chest with her fingers. “Hmm, Honey, aren’t we husband and wife?” she mused, tilting her head playfully. “So, you see, I should know about what my dear husband likes to eat. It was such a natural thought, don’t you think?”

  Arfrotian felt his composure slip—just a little. “That… still doesn’t explain why you suddenly—”

  Eterna silenced him instantly by placing her right index finger on his lips. “Shh~.” Her smile widened into a seductive smirk. “You see, it was so silly of me to ask such a question, right?”

  Her voice was like a melody, teasing yet soft, playful yet filled with undeniable intent.

  Arfrotian barely had time to react when she pressed herself even closer against him, her warmth seeping through despite the dreamlike nature of this space.

  “The best thing a husband has… is his wife, right?” Eterna whispered, tilting her head slightly. “So it’s only normal to feel each other’s appetite, isn’t it?”

  …What?

  Arfrotian’s mind nearly short-circuited.

  Did she just…

  Did she just imply what I think she did?!

  For the first time in eons, a trickle of sweat formed at the side of Arfrotian’s face. He was an apex ruler, a being who controlled the flow of ice itself, a master of war, a legend who strategized entire conquests down to the finest details—yet this situation was something he had absolutely no counterplay for.

  Eterna, completely oblivious to his internal turmoil (or maybe enjoying it far too much), continued tracing slow circles on his chest.

  Arfrotian needed to steer this conversation away—fast.

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  “So, yeah Honey,” he said, emphasizing the term to remind himself of the absurdity of this situation, “there was more than one reason I came to this omniverse. Not just for the sake of my people, but also—”

  Before he could finish, her voice cut through his words, the warmth of her breath ghosting against his skin as she leaned in.

  “Darling~!”

  Arfrotian stiffened.

  Eterna’s lips brushed against his ear, her tone turning even more playful.

  “Are you hungry right now?”

  What. The. Hell.

  Arfrotian’s eyes widened slightly, his mind scrambling for an escape. This is absurd! Completely, absolutely ridiculous!

  Was she really asking if he was hungry here? Now?

  They were inside a dream world created by the backlash of Pandora and the Eternal Frostheart— within his own consciousness! Their real bodies were still unconscious, rather, Arfrotian’s real body laying down still in the icy temple from where he had absorbed the both Cataclysmic attacks and meanwhile Eterna’s real body, locked or rather imprisoned somewhere in this icy omniverse, so there was no way he could even be hungry!

  He quickly tried to ignore the absurdity of her question, but Eterna wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.

  She sighed dramatically, still drawing idle shapes on his chest, before pouting slightly. “Hmm… Darling, your food is right in front of you, pressing against you. Shouldn’t you at least have a taste of it?”

  Arfrotian froze.

  Not in the literal sense—but internally, mentally, spiritually—everything inside him just broke.

  What did she just say?!

  He tried to keep his composure, he really did, but his fingers slightly trembled against her waist.

  Eterna, of course, noticed immediately.

  Her head tilted, her bright blue eyes filled with sudden realization. Then—her expression lit up, as if she had just solved some ancient puzzle.

  “Darling,” she gasped, her eyes wide in exaggerated shock. “Is it because you weren’t able to have your food? Is that why your hands are trembling?”

  Arfrotian’s entire brain just—ceased functioning.

  His mind screamed, “YOU DAMN WIFE! THE REASON IS YOU ARE FORCING ME TO HAVE THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT! CAN’T YOU DAMN UNDERSTAND?!”

  For all his power, for all his intelligence—this situation was one battlefield he could not win.

  Eterna, however, only giggled and whispered sweetly, “Oh, don’t worry, Darling! I forgot that we’re in a dream world, and this isn’t even our real bodies. Hmm… that means we should try this again once we’re out and free, right?”

  Arfrotian, a master tactician, a conqueror of ice, actually sighed in relief.

  For now—he was safe.

  Eterna remained firmly in his embrace, her fingers twirling against his coat, as she asked, “Hmm, Darling, I remember you saying something about why you came here… Not just for your people, but for another reason?”

  Arfrotian nodded, finally managing to reclaim his composure. “Yes. The reason I came here wasn’t just for my people but also… for myself.”

  There was a pause.

  Eterna’s face instantly flushed into a deep, breathtaking crimson.

  She looked up at him, her entire expression shifting—her eyes shimmering with an emotion Arfrotian did not expect.

  Then—

  “Oh, my prince charming Darling,” she whispered, pressing her head against his chest. “I never knew… I never knew the reason you came to this omniverse was to find me.”

  Arfrotian blinked.

  “...Huh?”

  Eterna’s fingers curled into his coat, her blush deepening as she completely misinterpreted his words. “To find a suitable wife for yourself…”

  Arfrotian’s brain crashed.

  "There is no way an entity of her level just said that to me. I must be hallucinating. No, Pandora must be corrupting my mind. Yes, that’s the only explanation... no don’t tell me there is anything else could have thought of…. Right?"

  He could see the explosion in his own mind—the image of an ice volcano erupting as his thoughts spiraled into utter chaos.

  HOW THE HELL DID YOU COME TO THAT CONCLUSION?!

  HOW?!

  He was an outsider! He didn’t even know Eterna existed when he first arrived into this icy omniverse!

  Yet—Eterna just sighed in satisfaction, leaning deeper into his embrace as she muttered sweetly,

  “Oh, Darling, you are so cute.”

  Arfrotian, a ruler feared across the realms, the wielder of Pandora, the cold and composed strategist, simply gave up.