My interracial harem of beautiful queens Chapter 117 Nun Angela

While Amarantha was healing Adam...

High above the clouds, there floated mysterious islands, each of which was a ho to gods. These islands shimred in various colors and possessed unique characteristics, giving the impression of living entities connected to nature and magic.

One of the islands crowned the heavens with its erald greenery. Tall trees with branches that seed to catch the stars stretched upwards, creating a living forest where each tree was ho to a nature god. The leaves rustled with the lody of the wind, and flowers blood in vibrant hues, reflecting the wisdom and endless beauty of nature.

Another island was shrouded in a light mist, creating a mystical aura. Here resided the god of magic, and the island was steeped in enchantnts and mysterious symbols. Tall towers stood, emanating magical energy, producing flickering and glowing apparitions, beckoning to explore magical secrets.

The third island resembled a vast garden, teeming with flowers and fruits. It was the domain of the god of creation and fertility. Roses blossod in every shade of the rainbow, and fruit trees bowed under the weight of ripe fruits. The island exuded fragrances as intoxicating as honey, and every corner was designed for joy and inspiration.

On yet another island, surrounded by clouds, dwelled the god of the skies and winds. Here, a gentle breeze perpetually blew, carrying freshness and freedom. In the skies of this island, you could witness dancing clouds and alluring landscapes disappearing into the infinite distance.

Each of these islands was unique and breathtaking in its beauty, serving as hos to gods, eternal guardians of the world and everything around it.

"What the hell?!"

On one of the islands, as vast as Asia, a loud cry suddenly echoed, shaking the island and causing wild animals to scatter and flee. This island was as beautiful as the others, but it was much brighter, and angels flew above it, singing joyful songs and praising the goddess, the Goddess of Light.

Approaching the source of the cry, one could discern a massive castle, majestic and imposing. Its walls could tell a whole history, and its towers reached into the heavens. The castle seed alive, perated with magic and mysteries.

In one of the castle's rooms, on a balcony, two won sat around a round table surrounded by cups of fragrant tea. Their presence filled the place with a mysterious aura.

The first woman, with light wavy hair cascading to her shoulders and erald eyes, looked delicate and noble. Her face radiated as if she were nature itself, and her smile brought life to her surroundings.

The second woman, with gleaming golden hair and silver eyes, was slender. She was the Goddess of Light, and her facial expression revealed anger and disappointnt, as well as a mysterious sadness.

"Enough, Goddess of Light. You're making too much noise. Does eting that guy infuriate you that much?" the first woman calmly asked, lifting a cup of tea to her lips and ignoring the flashes of anger from the second woman.

The first woman's light hair seed to shine, and her smile continued to bring joy and life. Various fruits and cups of fragrant tea were on the table in front of them.

"Don't even ntion that bastard's na, Goddess of Truth! His arrogance drives insane!" Goddess of Light exclaid, her voice filled with heat and anger. Her shining golden hair flickered like fire, and her silver eyes radiated hatred. The sadness hidden in her soul briefly surfaced. "Damn, bastard! Filthy demon! Arrogant idiot! I hate him!"

Goddess of Truth could only shrug, sighing and deciding to simply ignore her friend's tantrum. Although her face wore a kind smile, her thoughts were full of complaints.

"Damn, bitch, you're the most selfish and greedy whore I know. The God of Sex has a higher of cutting off his reproductive organ than you becoming normal," Goddess of Truth comnted in her thoughts, rolling her eyes in secret.

They had known each other for more than ten thousand years, which was a very long ti for gods who changed friends every hundred years. For them, there was no such thing as friendship, and most of them regarded each other as a speck in the eye.

Due to their superiority over everyone, they preferred to stay on their islands and enjoy life.

"Although I have to admit, she stands out from the crowd..." Goddess of Truth thought, narrowing her eyes as she looked at her friend. "She created her religion, and her power increases every century. If this continues..."

Goddess of Truth's eyes narrowed, turning into slits, although her kind smile didn't disappear. No one knew her thoughts, not even her close friend.

***

For two days, Adam did nothing but recover. Although the pain had subsided and his bones had healed, his body was still weak, so there was little he could do. Appearing in such a state would be critical for him, considering the circumstances.

However, on the day of departure to Avalonia, Adam managed to stand up. Amarantha's potions had greatly aided in his recovery, which he couldn't help but be grateful for. But he also felt guilt for causing his wife to worry.

And later on...

"Darling... Sweetie... Honey! I won't let you go anywhere!" Amarantha clung to Adam as if she were a koala, hugging him tightly. She was dressed in jeans and a simple T-shirt. Even the fact that Adam had been with her the whole ti went unnoticed, all thanks to an invisibility spell.

"I can't help but admire your magic, Amarantha. It feels like sothing otherworldly," Adam whispered in her ear, smiling as he ruffled her hair. "And you use it effortlessly, even without reciting spells, and it's instant."

"Hmph, of course. Who do you think you're talking to? I'm one of the best mages in the world!" she declared with a proud expression, tapping her chest, which jiggled upon impact.

Adam just smiled and paid her a complint. "Who am I talking to? My dear wife. You're my treasure, Amarantha."

"Flatterer... but I like it. Hehehe," she giggled playfully and nestled into his chest. Adam heard her taking deep breaths as if trying to morize his scent.

"Ah... your scent always calms . Are you good at magic too?" she asked nonchalantly, rubbing her cheek against his chest, behaving like a cat seeking attention.

"Well, I wouldn't say that. I don't do anything for that, except for daily showers," Adam replied, getting closer to the city gates.

From a distance, he spotted a group of people dressed in armor or robes, apparently waiting for soone. He cleared his throat and smiled, waving to Alexander and the group of heroes.

"Good day, gentlen. Apologies for being late; I had so business to attend to."

In just two strides, he covered a distance of five hundred ters and stood behind Alexander, who didn't show any surprise. He simply patted Adam on the shoulder and smiled.

"No worries. You're a busy man."

Alexander's words were very kind and caring, but only he, Adam, and Amarantha understood the deeper aning.

The man already knew that Amarantha was here, so he didn't express surprise. He just teased Adam, who grimaced and waved him off, as if refusing to respond to such a crude joke.

"Either way, let's get into the carriage. We'll make stops in major cities along the way, but our ultimate goal is to reach the capital. There, the group of young heroes will accompany to the castle for an audience with Her Majesty," Adam announced, clapping his hands and smiling, pointing to the carriages behind the hero group. "Get in, and we'll be on our way. The journey will be long, so rest whenever you can. That's all."

After Adam finished his speech, everyone nodded and began boarding the carriages. There were three in total.

Leonid and Lily entered the first carriage, Alexander (who had been forcefully dragged into it) and Vanessa got into the second, and in the third...

Adam and Angela.

This group was sowhat peculiar. A servant of a goddess and a demon, it sounded like the beginning of a joke. Nevertheless, the group settled in the carriage, and a few minutes later, they began their journey.

Inside the third carriage, Adam closed his eyes, trying to contain his emotions as Amarantha playfully moved her hips against his groin. She was deliberately teasing him when no one could see them.

All he could do was sigh ntally and pray... stop, he was a demon. In any case, he found himself in a strange predicant. On the other hand, a servant of a goddess, Angela.

On the other hand, his mischievous wife, demands attention. With this setup, Adam would have preferred to set out on the journey with Alexander, but his daughter had taken him for a conversation.

"Looks like that old man spent ti in the brothels again," Adam thought.

He was lost in thought until Angela's voice distracted him, and her words sounded sowhat awkward.

"Um... Sir Adam, I would like to talk to you about sothing."

Of course, he didn't refuse. He was curious about what this nun wanted to discuss. They had no common topics, and they weren't acquainted.

"Yes?"

Naturally, he didn't decline. He was intrigued by what this nun wanted to talk about. They had no common subjects of conversation, and they weren't acquainted.

"M-m... Leonid, he... he's a good guy," she began, but Adam didn't quite grasp what she was getting at. "And... although he can be hot-headed at tis, he has a kind heart. I'm sure he didn't an to offend you."

Tilting his head to the side, Adam looked thoughtfully at Angela, who seed nervous. However, he didn't sense any hostility from her, even though her blessing from the Goddess of Light was sending warning signals. That was what frightened the girl.

"I've never seen my blessing from the Goddess of Light be so fervently warning ," Angela admitted nervously. For her, Adam was a scary and incomprehensible man, whose thoughts were unknown. He always smiled, making it impossible for her to discern whether he was angry or not. And when he wore an indifferent expression, her sense of danger intensified, as if a bomb were about to explode.

To be continued...