"But, Student Shiayar, you should be aware, right?"
"Even though you, as the daughter of the Father of the Gods, call yourself Father God."
"But actually, they are all just so ancient immortals who have lived for tens of thousands of years?"
After saying all this, Enola neatly arranged the glass and tableware beside her.
Then, she gently stood up.
With a smile on her pretty face, she walked past Shiayar.
Then, she slowly bent down, smiling as she picked up the little white ferret who was foolishly and cutely chasing its own tail on the floor, occasionally playfully boxing with its own shadow.
"I know you, Student Shiayar, all too well."
"For such a thing, you must have had help."
"And in the realm of Illusion Technique and Hypnosis—"
"Silver."
The blonde girl smiled and stroked Silver’s smooth fur.
"Without your help, Student Shiayar probably wouldn’t have so easily completed those dark, malicious ideas in his mind."
"Ying, ying, ying~"
Silver, held in Enola’s arms, could only feebly wag its fluffy big tail, whimpering softly.
At this mont, even the little white ferret felt like crying without tears, fully experiencing Shiayar’s past frustrations.
Unexpectedly, even its most proud cuteness technique would lose its effect, directly catching this ferret who hoped to stay uninvolved.
Ennie’s authoritative presence was just too terrifying.
...
In the Garden of Eden, the cold and dangerous air lingered for several hours before dissipating.
Or more accurately, Shiayar personally cooked several als consecutively, coaxing and convincing his tsundere childhood friend after much effort.
After doing all this, Shiayar felt utterly exhausted.
One could say that the pressure he felt facing his own fierce female neighbor was no less than battling a genuine Fabled Creature for three hundred rounds.
He collapsed powerlessly onto the soft sofa.
Suddenly.
From behind, a pair of soft little hands gently touched Shiayar’s temples.
The other party moved carefully, massaging his temples and brow.
The faint perfu scent from behind imdiately inford Shiayar of the person’s identity.
Monts later, the soft little hands were removed.
And the black-haired, gold-eyed ancient dragon girl silently and familiarly sat on the sofa beside Shiayar.
"Ye?"
Shiayar looked at Augutina beside him, with her golden eyes lowered and long black hair cascading down.
"Although the Garden of Eden has always been open to you and Silvia, it’s surprising that you can completely block out the Sacred Spear’s perception and appear here without Ennie noticing."
"It seems you’ve made so progress."
"After all, managing the City of Wind and Snow in the First Era for so long on your behalf... a bit of progress is only natural."
Augutina’s pretty face showed a slight smile.
Her long black hair draped down, spread on the soft sofa, with a few strands falling onto Shiayar’s hand, slightly tickling.
Then, Augutina closed her unique dragon golden eyes—
And through the Soul Pact with Shiayar, she sensed the fluctuations and waves in the depths of his soul.
After a long ti, Augutina opened her beautiful golden eyes again, looking at Shiayar.
"So, are you ready?"
"Hmm."
Shiayar casually played with a few strands of Augutina’s black hair between his fingers and nodded.
He lifted his head and smiled slightly.
"After staying in the Abyss for so long, I feel like I’m about to grow mushrooms."
"So, it’s about ti—"
"To get so fresh air outside."
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