The stream of information was swiftly recorded and synthesized within the database of the artificial intelligence.
Enola looked at Shiayar and sighed helplessly, "Such a smooth talker."
"So, is it really okay for you to be so carefree these days?"
"I thought the first thing you’d do after arriving in the First Era would be to break through the Abyss and visit your childhood Master in the Main Material Plane."
She gazed at the do of the Abyss and spoke softly.
Although, after slumbering for five hundred years and devouring the legacy of that Ancient Sun God... Enola was uncertain about how far Shiayar had co.
Yet, relying on her intuition, Enola could clearly affirm—
Even without the assistance of the Sacred Spear, the world barriers between the Abyss Plane and the Main Material Plane could no longer stop Shiayar at this mont.
And according to Enola’s understanding, now that everyone was gathered and the world barriers shattered,
what remains is simply picking up the Sacred Spear and battling those Fabled Creatures roaming the Western Continent.
"My dear Ennie, my dear Ennie."
"You’ve already ascended the Throne, yet you still have the mindset of your younger years—oh wait, it’s the thinking of a bold wife."
A rash woman, a rash woman.
Shiayar sighed deeply, casually patting the head of the blonde girl in front of him.
He had already heard the words of the Grey Elf Children earlier, but as a young man living in the Fourth Epoch, Shiayar naturally didn’t believe in the superstitions that patting heads would stunt growth.
Isn’t Ennie of his family standing tall, with perfect curves?
Apart from being a bit flat, everything else was nearly perfect.
Wait a mont... patting heads stunts growth.
If he patted other parts, would it have the sa effect?
Could it be that Ennie’s flat chest was because he patted it away?
Shiayar looked at his own hands and fell into deep thought.
However, as the blonde girl beside him cast a suspicious glance at him, Shiayar quickly adjusted his expression, not showing any hints of his musings, not letting this girl, who maxed out her "Intuition" skill, notice anything peculiar.
Shiayar was well aware of his child bride’s resentnt towards her flat chest.
She was the kind who drank papaya milk every day as if it were water; in Shiayar’s Garden of Eden, there was even a papaya farm dedicated to Ennie, completely self-sufficient.
If Ennie found out that the matter she resented had been caused by his daily privileges...
It would probably... be a disaster?
Even if not dead, losing his daily privileges was sothing Shiayar absolutely couldn’t tolerate.
"Ahem."
He coughed lightly.
"In any case, Ennie, your approach is still too reckless."
"There’s an old saying from my hotown... act rashly, and you’ll regret it, better to proceed slowly and plan thoughtfully."
"This is facing off against the mythological creatures of an entire era, even if I’m confident, I can’t say I’m certain of victory."
"Even if victorious, if any of you were injured in this battle, it would be my failure."
"The sa goes for Master."
"What I pursue is a longer future with her."
Shiayar’s words paused slightly.
"If for the imdiate gain and loss, eting with Master casts a shadow on the future, it would be sacrificing the fundantal for the secondary."
"It’s rely loneliness... five hundred years have passed, a little more ti won’t make much difference."
"Moreover—"
"When it cos to doing things, I prefer to go all the way."
"Beat the little ones, co the big ones, beat the big ones, co the old ones..."
"Even defeating those mythological creatures, if I can’t eliminate them completely, and they escape to the depths of the Astral Realm hard to find, heal their wounds over years, then return with their evil followers... that’s not my style."
Shiayar’s dark eyes gazed towards the do of the Abyss, a slight smile on his lips.
"Since we’re here, might as well go big, right?"
"For instance—"
"Gather those mythological creatures together..."
"Then, light a huge firework."
"I suppose that firework will be beautiful, right?"
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