Having finished the official business, it was time for private matters.
The private matter was actually very simple. Wood and North Wind were registered as husband and wife, so what sort of "private matters" would there be between a married couple?
Heh heh. Better left unsaid.
Naturally, North Wind had no objections. As a spy, even if she was not exactly shared by all, she at least would not take such matters too seriously. And in order to avoid leaking secrets, Wood had lived as a bachelor all these years. Forget taking a wife—he had never even dared visit places of pleasure. After all, the place where men were most likely to spill secrets was in a woman's bed.
Wood was a healthy man, both mentally and physically. Especially after taking the panacea and recovering completely, he was in better condition than ever. Something like being a seven-times-a-night stud was no problem at all for him.
Under such circumstances, his continued abstinence, like that of certain clergy, seemed rather strange.
His explanation was that old love was hard to forget. His heart was already filled with one person, filled with a true love carved into his bones, and could no longer hold another woman or another love.
That reason was truly lofty and grand. No one could have the gall to force a devoted man to change his heart. Wood also did not have friends as uninhibited as wild horses without reins, like Fafnir and Hugh, so over the years, he had remained single quite successfully.
Until North Wind arrived.
According to the characters' "background setting," North Wind was the woman he had waited for with foolish devotion, alone in an empty room, for more than a decade.
So now that they had gone to City Hall to register and