Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 490: History?

Brandon and Rheanne strode side by side along the broad, sun-drenched hallways of the castle.

The moment servants and guards spotted Rheanne, they bowed low and stepped aside, whispering "Goddess."

Two anxious royal guards soon guided them to the majestic audience hall.

As they drew near, the huge double doors swung wide open.

Emperor Valerian Bleaufort of Eurasania sat at the distant end of his throne room.

Silence gripped the entire court the instant Rheanne stepped inside.

Nobles, advisors, and attendants fell to their knees or bowed profoundly.

The Emperor rose from his throne, descended the stairs, and bowed with true reverence.

"Goddess Rheanne, your presence honors us. We have awaited your arrival with great anticipation."

Rheanne nodded her head with elegant poise.

The Emperor's keen gaze turned to Brandon as he inquired curiously, "And who is this companion you bring with you, Goddess?"

"He is my right hand... Kael. You may speak freely in front of him," Rheanne replied without pause.

Brandon pulled back his hood a bit and offered a nod.

The Emperor studied him briefly before nodding in return.

"Very well. Welcome, Kael."

He motioned to a lengthy table set up along the hall's side, covered with maps, scrolls, and documents.

"Please, sit. We have much to discuss."

They approached the table, where servants provided chairs and poured fresh wine.

With everyone seated, the Emperor leaned in closer.

"The tower in the eastern mountains has become even more unstable. Bizarre creatures are emerging from it. Yet since Lady Rheanne cleared it... the tower should remain stable for some time."

"However, a nearby dungeon is unleashing mighty monsters."

"Villages near there are being deserted, with residents moved to safety. I worry it could soon endanger the capital."

He pushed a precise map across to Rheanne.

"I humbly seek your aid, Goddess. Purge this dungeon as well, and the whole Eurasania Empire will owe you its gratitude. Lands, titles, gold... name your wish, and it shall be yours."

Rheanne examined the map steadily, her fingers gliding over the indicated spot.

Brandon stayed mostly quiet during the talk, watching closely.

His eyes sometimes wandered to the Emperor and surrounding nobles.

Real history was playing out right before him.

Once key matters were resolved, the Emperor rose and bowed again.

"We will set out at dawn tomorrow," Rheanne responded with a nod.

The Emperor smiled warmly, "Until then, rest well and enjoy all the castle provides."

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Emerging into the bright corridor, Rheanne looked at Brandon walking beside her. "Now, I'll go meet the Historians."

Brandon arched a brow. "Historians?"

She nodded slightly as they kept moving through the hallway. "A group of scholars has followed me for years."

"I share with them what occurs in the towers and rifts. All that's unfolding now... it will shape History for those in the future."

With a gentle wave of her hand while walking, she continued, "Details on the first human gaining such immense powers. The strange monsters pouring from rifts. The world's transformation. I ensure they document it precisely, so future generations grasp it fully."

Rheanne halted briefly, then smiled faintly. "Today, I'll instruct them on record updates. Rest easy... your secret stays safe. No need for anyone to learn of the second wielder of this power."

Brandon nodded thoughtfully, absorbing her words.

They rounded a corner into a calmer section of the castle. "Also... the name you gave this energy, 'Ether.' I love it. It suits perfectly. Better than plain 'energy.' I'll use it from now on with them."

She shot him a sidelong glance. "You coined it first. So, you're already woven into the history I'm helping craft."

Brandon offered a wry smile. "I had no idea I'd name something lasting centuries."

Rheanne laughed lightly. "History builds from tiny moments like these."

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Rheanne arrived at tall oak doors flanked by two quiet attendants. Spotting her, they bowed deeply and swung the doors open silently.

A spacious round chamber lay within, packed with long wooden tables strewn with scrolls, maps, and books.

Several elderly scholars and younger scribes glanced up from their tasks.

Seeing Rheanne, they all stood swiftly and bowed. "Goddess Rheanne,"

Rheanne acknowledged them kindly and entered. "I bring much news today. Fetch new parchment."

Scholars swiftly cleared room at the central table, fetching fresh parchment rolls, ink pots, and quills.

Rheanne took her seat at the head of the table. "First, the name of the power. From today onward, call it ’ether.’ It is more precise than simply ’energy.’ Write that down."

The scribes' quills raced frantically over the parchment.

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Warm golden sunlight from the morning bathed the castle grounds while Brandon roamed the broad corridors and expansive courtyards.

'This place looks really beautiful,'

'How the heck did they manage to build this 500 years ago?'

Brandon kept strolling, with servants bowing deeply as they spotted him, since news had spread that he was the Goddess’s companion.

His wandering feet eventually took him from the main halls into a quieter area of the castle.

A lovely private garden appeared before him, walled by tall hedges and blooming vines, a little fountain gurgling right in the middle.

Suddenly noises caught his ear—the faint twang of a bowstring, then the solid thunk of arrows hitting wood.

Intrigued, Brandon traced the sound.

At the garden’s far side, half-hidden behind blooming bushes, Amelia Bleaufort stood poised.

She wore simple training clothes, gripping an expertly made recurve bow in her grasp.

She slotted an arrow, pulled the string with fluid accuracy, and let go.

Twang- Thud!

The arrow nailed the bullseye on a wooden target propped against the garden wall.

Brandon paused to watch, admiring her stance and intense focus.

He moved closer, and the sound of his steps made Amelia’s head whip toward him at once.

Her hazel eyes flared wide in shock, bow dropping as she said, "...You."

Brandon waved casually with a friendly little smile. "Hello there, princess."

Amelia averted her gaze fast, cheeks tinting pink as last night’s memories rushed in. "Uhm... yesterday... sorry for doubting you."

Brandon brushed it off with a wave. "It’s alright. I understand why you reacted that way. I was a stranger sneaking around the castle at night. Anyone would be suspicious."

Amelia turned back to him. "I... I didn’t know you were truly with Goddess Rheanne. When you said it, I thought you were lying to protect yourself. The Goddess is... very important to me and to all of us."

Brandon nodded in full understanding. "I get it. No hard feelings."

His glance shifted to the target and her quiver of arrows nearby.

"You’re pretty good with that bow."

Amelia’s tension eased with the new topic, a proud smile curving her lips.

"I train every morning. My father says a princess should know how to defend herself and her people. Archery is... calming."

She fitted another arrow on reflex, drew back, and fired.

Twang- Thud!

Another flawless center hit.

Brandon whistled low. "Impressive."

Amelia cocked her head, curiosity overtaking her flush. "Are you from... somewhere else? The way you speak... it’s different from anyone I’ve met in the empire."

Brandon weighed his reply. "Let’s just say I’m not from around here. But I’m here to help Rheanne. That’s all that matters right now."

Amelia nodded gradually, pointing at the target.

"Do you want to try? I have a spare bow."

Brandon smiled, shaking his head. "Maybe another time. I’m better with a sword than a bow."

"...I see."

Amelia’s eyes dropped. "If you’re truly with the Goddess... then please take care of her. She carries the weight of the entire world on her shoulders. She shouldn’t have to do it alone."

Brandon held her gaze, nodding firmly. "I will. She won’t be alone while I’m here."

Amelia offered a tiny, pleased nod.

As if recalling her royal bearing, she stood taller and lifted her bow anew.

But while leaning to nock another arrow, her foot skidded on an uneven cobblestone.

"Ah-"

Brandon surged ahead on instinct. His right hand grabbed her waist for balance, left arm propping her upper frame.

*boing* His palm pressed straight onto her breast.

Softness molded to his hand for a brief moment before he registered it.

Amelia’s face flushed scarlet at once. "Y-You are a perverted scum after all!"

Brandon: -_-</p>

Why does this keep happening?

He snatched his hand back quick, retreating with an embarrassed look.

Before words of apology formed, a rich, chuckling voice echoed from the garden entry.

"Oh my..."

Brandon released Amelia instantly and twisted around.

Freya Bleaufort waited a short distance off, silver tray in hand holding two glasses of fresh fruit juice.