Everyone was shocked.
It was common knowledge that the last Holy Mother had effectively been exiled.
And this ti, most of them were fighting, broadcasting synchronized footage through the Shadow Stones embedded in the defensive formation above the continent.
It wasn't just the Holy Capital Continent, many higher continents were watching the Holy War as if it were a grand festive banquet.
Among them, Sally's popularity was extrely high. Her battle against Abyssal Beasts had been witnessed by many, which was why the weapons she used had attracted attention, even drawing Frans to her.
"I refuse," Sally stated bluntly, then she noticed that Frans's face turned pale in an instant.
[Host, you could actually give it so thought. This Holy Monarch's talent is quite impressive -- the Ti Law, that is exceedingly rare. Plus, you've even seen his beast form. The Angel Clan doesn't reveal their beast forms easily in combat; it's only shown to their mates. You have a responsibility to him!]
[Shut up!] Sally scolded Xiaoi.
Xiaoi didn't care, having seen a Beast Husband with good terms, she insisted, [Host, you really could consider having one, it's just a month's ti. After giving birth, we can move on to the next one.]
Sally's expression grew uglier by the mont, infuriated by Xiaoi.
All the guests at the banquet watched her too. She was probably the first Holy Mother in history who had rejected the Holy Monarch's advances.
Frans carefully took hold of her hand, "Yanyan, we can talk about this later; today is your banquet."
Sally looked at his pleading eyes and the small gesture of holding her hand, and she slightly frowned.
As a person, she had a certain way about her -- she couldn't stand being pressured, but would soften easily when approached with gentleness.
There were many guests around, all of them prominent figures; it really looked bad to continue being at odds.
She picked up her glass, composed herself, and showed the first smile of the evening. Although it was sowhat perfunctory, it was a vast improvent over her deanor just monts before.
"I am honored to have won the Holy Monarch's favor, being selected as the 9567th Holy Mother. I wonder if the Holy Monarch might bestow more points on ? Perhaps a billion?"
Seeing that Sally had given face, Frans relaxed and imdiately replied, "Yes."
Sally smiled; then it was worth being the Holy Mother.
But she absolutely would not have a child.
Xiaoi sensed her resistance, [Host, shall I help you clear so emotional cache?]
Sally knew what she ant, [It's useless, I simply have no feelings for him. Only people like Zi Qi and Ming Linyuan could stir my desire and result in offspring.]
[But Frans isn't bad, he's a pureblood of the Angel Clan, a Six-winged Angel. With the Golden Marrow Pill, you might well give birth to a Ten-winged Angel. It's just occupying your womb for a month, host should consider it.]
[You seem quite eager for to have an angel, don't you?]
[...Because the one who made was an angel.]
Frans asked Sally, "May I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"
Sally lifted her eyes to his, especially noting the red teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, "That wasn't there before."
"Just a little trickery," Frans invited Sally with a bow.
Sally placed her hand in his palm and, with the passionate music, glided into the dance floor.
Ballroom dancing, Sally had learned from a master. Although she was initially unfamiliar with the dance here, her foundation in dance ant she quickly mastered the moves and rhythm. Her dance was graceful and luxurious, filled with a seductive appeal.
Soon, many of the surrounding people were watching only her and Frans dance.
Sally also got completely carried away with interest, and dancing itself was a release—a way to let go of emotions within.
Her eyes issued an involuntary challenge as she looked at Frans.
But Frans didn't respond, encompassing her with calm as vast as the ocean, able to follow any move she made and acting as her best dance partner and foil.
Finally, as the music ended, Sally collapsed tiredly into his arms, her slender waist firmly grasped by him.
"Yanyan, do you want to co to my room tonight?"
Sally's gaze suddenly sharpened.
Just as Frans was feeling ashad and about to retract his invitation, he heard Sally say, "I'll give you one chance. If you fail to interest , I will leave the Holy Capital Continent tomorrow."
Frans was truly taken aback, not expecting her to agree.
"If I said I've never been with a female before and fear I might not perform well, could you give another chance?" His voice was very soft, whispering into Sally's ear.
Sally looked at him in astonishnt. Was that true?
Such a chaste Holy Monarch?
"[His words are true, otherwise Xiaoi wouldn't have recomnded him so highly,]" Xiaoi replied.
"[Is it not because Saint Rank males are hard to find, so you grab one when you can?]" Xiaoi was becoming craftier.
The only Saint Rank at the entire banquet was Frans. It was possible that other experts were absent, but it also proved that Saint Rank individuals were at the pinnacle of the pyramid.
Lin Xuexue and Lena found dance partners as well and were dancing in the ballroom.
After watching the dance between Sally and Frans, they were keen to replicate her movents, to be passionately unrestrained in their own way; however, their imitation fell flat, and they stepped on their partners' feet several tis.
Frans brought over a plate of dragon fish roe. "Would you like so?"
Sally shook her head, "No need. After I beca pregnant, I ate like crazy to nourish the child. When I'm not pregnant, I have the appetite the size of a fist—a bite will do, and it's fine even if I don't eat."
"Please, eat a little," Frans urged as he fed her himself.
Sally, seeing the covert and overt gazes around her, opened her mouth in resignation and took a bite, "Okay, that's enough. I don't want any more."
Using the spoon she had used, Frans finished off the remaining fish roe. "We shouldn't waste."
"..." Sally picked up a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, casually asking, "How did the forr Holy Monarch suddenly pass away?"
Frans handed the plate to a server, his expression calm as he replied, "He has been frail since childhood and had been seriously ill for a long ti. Everyone knew that. He died in his sleep."
And it just so happened to coincide with the period when a new Holy Mother was about to be chosen? Sally didn't pursue the matter further; the truth was irrelevant to her.
Actually, if forced to deal with a different Holy Monarch, she would rather deal with Frans.
"Sister Sally, how did you dance like that? Your dance was so passionate, but why can't I manage it?" Lena ca over breathless, picked up a glass of wine from the table, and downed it in one gulp.
"Go ahead and chat, I saw soone and need to say a few words," Frans excused himself to leave.
Sally replied, "You don't have to tell ."
Frans smiled and walked away.
Lena watched Frans's retreating figure and said to Sally, "The Holy Monarch seems to like you."
"Does he?" Sally was indifferent.
"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Teach how to dance," Lena said.
"Now you're putting in a difficult position. To be honest, I don't know how either; it was the Holy Monarch who led well. I just followed his steps, or rather, he matched my pace, constantly adjusting," Sally explained.
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