The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 217: Decision (2)

Looking at Rave, the first thing that flashed into his mind was, something must have happened when he met his subordinates, or it had something to do with the information he got from them.

Rave continued at his pace until he was already sitting beside Arren. He leaned on the seat, looking weak.

Arren frowned, he was really worried and he couldn’t help but touched the omega’s forehead He only sighed in relief that he didn’t have a fever.

"What happened?" Arren asked, still concerned since Rave looked exhausted or something else he couldn’t pinpoint. "Did you find out something?" He stared at the omega’s face, observing his expression.

The white-haired omega met his eyes, and for a moment a conflicted emotion flickered in his eyes. Rave exhaled, fidgeting with his hand, but he didn’t avert his eyes from Arren.

"I met him." After a moment of pause, Rave spoke. This made Arren, who was about to say anything again, fall silent, not knowing what to say.

They didn’t need to mention the name, as both already had a tacit understanding of who it was. Arren didn’t know when it started that they hadn’t mentioned Levin’s name in the conversation. Before he always teased the omega for it, mentioning Levin’s name out of nowhere, but now he refrained himself from doing so.

Arren bit his lips, thinking of the right way to answer Rave. From how he looked at this moment, something definitely happened between them. He swallowed and decided to answer casually. He didn’t want to be overly careful or insensitive either, as Arren could only do what he should be doing, which was being there as his friend.

"Did you talk to him?" he spoke in a lower tone, thinking of where Levin was right now, he hastily added and informed, "I saw him too. He’s now talking to Spade."

Rave seemed not surprised by what he told him, or perhaps Levin had already mentioned it to him.

"Last night, we... talked, and he was out of it the whole time." There was something in Rave’s tone that sounded as though he was too affected by what they talked about. No, obviously he was too affected.

"What did he say to you?" Arren went straight and asked it directly, skipping inquiring about the details. He vaguely guessed that if Levin really said something to Rave last night, it was the one that bothered him the most.

And it seemed his guess was right; Rave’s eyes slightly widened, and the way he fidgeted in his hand, which he was doing subconsciously when he was nervous, stopped.

Rave lowered his head and fell silent. Arren hit the mark. Levin said something to him last night that kept him awake almost the entire night, pondering what it meant.

To this day, he still doesn’t know what he feels for Levin. Most of the time, he always thought that he was a distraction in his life and a risk he needed to escape from.

His feelings were always conflicted, and what he couldn’t afford was to be distracted. However, it seemed the alpha was always an enigma, and no matter what he did, he always slipped his mind occasionally.

"He said..." Rave began to answer Arren, lifting his head and meeting Arren’s again; his brow had already furrowed, seemingly still thinking what it meant. "...I’m sorry." As he said that, it was as if his mind recalled what happened last night, the moment Levin apologized to him.

The rain poured heavily outside, and they were still in the hallways, barely covered by the roof. The rain was so heavy that they were also being drenched where they stood, but they seemed to not mind their atmosphere.

When he first heard it, Rave was confused if he heard it right because of how his voice was overtaken by the sound of the rain and Levin spoke in almost a hushed tone.

"What did you say?" Rave wanted him to repeat it, but at the same time, he also didn’t want to confirm if what he said was correct.

Levin paused and stared at him with a solemn expression. The alpha was looking at him as though it would already be the last time he could look at him, and the heavy feeling in Rave’s gut increased.

Subconsciously Rave’s mouth opened, wanting to interrupt Levin from saying anything but the alpha beat him to it and he already repeated what he said.

"I’m sorry," Levin repeated. The pain in his eyes became visible for much longer; there was a mix of being unreconciled, apology, and even regret in his expression that Rave had become affected in an instant.

These were all expressions he had not seen from the alpha that almost gave him the impression that he would still laugh no matter how hard the challenges came his way.

Rave frowned, his heartbeat skipping a beat in anxiety. "What do you mean?"

Levin didn’t answer him, but he kept on apologizing to him, as though it had become his mantra.

Arren felt the conflict in Rave’s mind; he was also confused about the reason why Levin apologized to him. At this moment, he couldn’t think of any possible reason; all he could do was be with Rave the same way he was there with him.

He leaned in and hugged Rave slightly; no one spoke for a while after that.

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There weren’t any appointments for Spade this day. Aside from the monthly assembly being done, he planned to spend this whole day with Arren, as from tomorrow onwards he would be really busy.

He didn’t expect Levin to come this day, but since he was already here, they could address the matter not only between them but with their family.

Like how he planned it, Spade wanted to make it a family affair rather than him as a monarch. This time, he wasn’t the Emperor, but Levin’s cousin. He never thought of using force or his position to give Levin an ultimatum, and he pressured him to choose his side.

They sat across from each other. Spade didn’t sit in the head seat, this was to show their equal standing in this matter.

"You already found out." Spade cut off the chase right from the beginning; they already waste so much time on this that doing so would only prolong their suffering.

His tone held no authority that he usually used when speaking about his identity; it was calm, but even then, his dominant stature couldn’t be hidden, even if he deliberately weakened it.

Levin’s expression further sank; gloom shrouded him, making his insides hurt from the painful reality. This was a confirmation of what he realized and even what his father said was the truth.

A lump immediately appeared in his throat, making it harder to breathe and form words. He took a deep and heavy breath and nodded.

"Yes, Your Majesty." His voice was extremely weak, gradually losing hope. Levin’s mind had never been so complicated; he thought of so many things and contemplated all night what decision he would make when he was already in front of Spade.

But the moment he was already facing the monarch he swore to serve and, even more, the big brother he has always prided himself on having ever since, all his confidence and the thoughts he processed would vanish in smoke.

"Don’t call me that, Spade calmly told Levin, and yet this only made the alpha’s condition worsen.

There was now an extremely bitter taste in his mouth, or he also tasted iron from clenching his teeth and trying to hold and suppress his emotions.

So, he really wasn’t deserving of calling His Majesty like that. It was even more painful than when his father told him not to call his dad anymore after he told them his decision.

"Yes, I’m sorry. Your... sorry." Levin apologized and almost addressed Spade again but stopped midway.

Spade became conflicted at once. He sighed, rubbing his temple. For the past few days, he seriously pondered how he would approach Levin about this, as much as Levin wasn’t ready, he knew that he also wasn’t ready. During his term, no, even when he was only a crown prince, Levin was always there for him.

During the time that his father died and Empress Liviera grieved his husband’s death, Spade almost never saw him or felt his support, and he felt truly neglected despite understanding where he was coming from.

It was his cousin and his friend who was there for him throughout the years, not only his right-hand man but also his best friend. Spade never treated Levin as his mere Chief guard; for someone he trusted the most, he would always believe him until the very end.

"I don’t want you to address me as your monarch, not because you didn’t deserve it." Spade knew almost at a glance what was running through Levin’s mind; having known each other for years, he could already read him in his unstable state.

Levin raised his gaze, which was filled with confusion, and met Spade’s gaze at once.

Spade then continued with his sincere words. "Levin, I’m not only your monarch. This time, let’s talk as a family. There’s no need for formality."