Chapter 1193: Chapter 410: Covered in Stories
Moon Phase, Ice Glacier.
Moonlight pours over the Ice Field translucent and crystalline, rging earth and sky in the distance; up close, gradations of blue and white unfold like a flowing veil, a beauty that leaves one breathless.
Givenchy’s Life Force Field.
The Life Force Field is the hallmark of a Legendary Mage, the physical manifestation of all they have learned, dragging projections from The Void, then filling them with acquired knowledge to Beco a God within the illusion, subsequently doing as they please.
In so sense, it could be considered a basent.
The focus narrows to two Holy Maidens, suspended in midair by icy chains, one end anchored in The Void, the other wrapped around their wrists, leaving their feet dangling.
Two ters away in the VIP seat, Wayne sits upright in an icy high-backed chair, resting his chin in one hand, his gaze unswerving.
Hiss!
Hiss!
Under the pretext of removing their magic equipnt, Givenchy strips the two Holy Maidens of their gear, emblematic of the standard bad woman – loyal to a fault, understanding exactly what The Church wants to see. She efficiently leaves the two Maidens bare.
If Wayne hadn’t intervened.
“That’s about enough, don’t go too far…”
With Wayne’s interjection, the two Holy Maidens retain their white shirts and shorts; to his surprise, Cote still wore a chest wrap for added weight, a hidden blue prolific fighter.
Givenchy wanted to remove that as well, but Wayne stopped her.
Cut others so slack for you may need to et them again in the future; it’s all a misunderstanding, after all, we’ll have to be friends later on, and shouldn’t burn all bridges.
Wayne disdains to exploit soone’s precarious situation; he tosses a marker to Givenchy, allowing her creative freedom. The education she had received taught her no other use for a marker except for writing.
With a hint from Wayne, she taught herself, quickly grasping the essence, using the four long legs as her canvas, exercising her subjective initiative, and drafting a thoroughly refined scenario.
In an instant, the two Holy Maidens were enveloped in stories.
Stories about a pay-to-win scenario, with eight million heroes coming and going.
Having completed her edgy masterpiece, Givenchy caps the marker, steps towards Wayne with the breeze’s fragrance, and cautiously probes to see if she could continue her shenanigans.
Failed, Wayne sends her to stand behind him like a bodyguard.
What’s your rank? Do you really believe you can take my seat?
Givenchy is beautiful, but Wayne feels nothing for her.
Perhaps dulled by driving luxury cars, or perhaps unwilling to let his wings down with guilt, he is no longer the passive and naive scum he once was.
Spiritual Realm 1, the little red flower on his chest looks even brighter.
Wayne quietly gives himself a thumbs up, being in the dark room with three beauties is not sothing that everyone can appreciate the importance of cutting one’s losses promptly like him.
He spreads a thought, striking Guinevere and Cote, waking the two Holy Maidens from their slumber.
Cote lets out a moan, her head buzzing, feeling the world spinning with double vision.
She shakes her head to focus, rging the shaking double image into one, and sees the smirking Devil seated on the frost throne.
And his henchwoman Givenchy.
Defeated and caught, Cote remains defiant. Today’s Divine Arts had problems, the borrowed Divine Power was limited, considerably less effective than usual, and she points to her bumbling teammates dragging their feet as the cause of her utter defeat.
“Release and let’s fight again, I’m sure I will win!”
“That’s true. In the more than ten days you’ve been unconscious, I’ve fought many tis with you and you’ve always won,” Wayne agrees, supporting his chin with one hand.
More than ten days?
Fought many tis?
How co I don’t know about it?
Cote, utterly astonished, subconsciously glances at Guinevere, wanting to see her opinion.
Upon looking, she’s left slack-jawed. Guinevere’s body is covered with stories, purity lost, unable to carry the mantle of a Holy Maiden anymore.
Worst of all, losing purity during her tenure as a Holy Maiden, shaming the Goddess, committing the grievous sin of blasphemy, she’d have to atone with her death even if she fortuitously escapes the devil’s lair.
Cote, heartbroken with reddened eyes, gazes at Guinevere covered in stories and then at herself unhard, crying out, “Guinevere, you’ve sacrificed yourself for … I’m so sorry, I always thought you were a bad woman.”
Guinevere: (는_는)
Look at yourself before you speak, stop showing off your ignorance, you’re about to make the Devil die laughing!
After waking up, Guinevere sees Cote covered in stories, and imdiately thinks the idiot sacrificed herself to protect her, becoming the Devil’s plaything.
Only when Cote wails out those words does she realize her own body is also covered in stories.
What exactly the stories are, she doesn’t bother to look down to find out.
A cold wind blows, and the two Holy Maidens shiver; Cote looks down at her two long legs, her face changing dramatically, she curses at the Devil.
She has plenty of words, and she’s fierce, the most masculine Holy Maiden Wayne has ever seen.
Of the current five Holy Maidens, Wayne has t four.
Anastasia, a moral paragon, Moonlight in Wayne’s heart; Cote, straightforward and unpretentious; Guinevere, a bit fake, Wayne could tell this Holy Maiden was quite crafty even with limited contact.
Dusa is too naive, a newbie eagerly leveling up, quite self-aware, The Death Church’s Holy Maiden remains newsless, these two are not appraised.
After a mont of unproductive ranting, Cote stops the wasteful act, realizing her body is unhard except for the emptiness and fatigue following a fight. Nothing atrocious has occurred.
As if!
For a Holy Maiden, having her pants stripped is just a rounding error away from losing her purity.
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