Chapter 1171: Chapter 1 Dedicated to the Art of the Human Body_2
Whether it’s the carefully selected materials and tailoring or the trendy patterns and designs, they all highlight the full aesthetic sense and attention to detail of this Radiant Goddess.
No wonder she has gained the title “Golden Weaver” in recent years, with many goddesses and female heroes coming to her for custom dresses and divine armor.
Moreover, she has a love for reading and thinking. Luo En often sees this Radiant Goddess find a quiet place during her leisure ti, sit quietly, and read various literature, history, geography, poetry, and music by candlelight and starlight.
Perhaps it is this elegant and serene character that allows her to resist the corrosion from desire and decadence, staying true to herself, becoming a rare virgin goddess on War God Mountain.
However, stuffing finished books into clothes is not a good habit.
Luo En pulled out a booklet from the hard spot on the chest, curiously examining it.
Actually, it should be called a manuscript, the paper slightly yellowed, the elegant Hers Script evidently penned by Aglaea.
What’s written on it? Tips on garnt making?
Luo En beca even more curious and couldn’t resist opening it.
Sure enough, it featured sketches of new clothes, both male and female, and mostly paired.
Even, to provide the wearer with a better sense of imrsion and experience, Aglaea wrote stories of scenes in small scripts below.
——The Bronze Shin Armor on the General still clings with desert salt crystals, yet it’s now imrsed in a malachite-inlaid bathtub. Amidst the steam, the wound on his left shoulder torn by a scorpion bow is oozing black blood, becoming a hawk-shaped curse totem on the surface. Three slave girls kneel by the poolside, rusty shackles binding their wrists, but the chain ends are not nailed into the stone wall—they’re wrapped around their right arms covered in purple snake scales.
——The three wear white gauze, the movents of scooping water make the silver bells on their necks ring, and within the bell interior, Hers Script is engraved with a mark of submission. As the copper pot tilts, the General suddenly grabs the ankle of the smallest one, his rough fingertips caressing the old brand spanning the Achilles tendon, the tattoo of Athena’s owl insignia faintly erging. As Divine Power is injected into it, the shackles hidden within flesh and blood are broken.
——This is an encounter of love and desire, a redemption for both…
This scene, sohow seems familiar?
Luo En muttered in his heart, unable to resist looking up, toward the corner.
Only to see Aglaea crouching down, picking up a Bronze Breastplate and pieces of torn white gauze, with water stains still left on the floor from the bathtub.
anwhile, the Radiant Goddess, sensing the gaze behind her, also turned around to look at Luo En.
When her gaze fell on the manuscript in Luo En’s hand, she couldn’t help but change her expression and urgently rushed forward to snatch it:
“Sir, don’t look!”
Instinctively, Luo En withdrew his hand, but due to a montary delay, he ended up tearing the manuscript in half along with Aglaea.
Amidst the fluttering paper pieces, he looked at one of the sketches within and couldn’t help but stiffen, his eyes fixated.
Because the intertwined golden threads looked very familiar, and surprisingly, it was the Rune Array within this temple that altered the flow of ti.
Luo En instantly glared angrily at the culprit, accusing:
“Well, Aglaea! So it was you who caused to be exploited by that group of crazy won for thirty years, and also forced to act in all your literary scripts! Yet I trusted you so much before, thinking you were a good girl untainted by mud!”
Aglaea stood awkwardly in place, her cheeks flushed, and stamringly defended:
“I, I was forced too. It was Lady Athena and Lady Hestia who forced to do it.”
“Isn’t it wrong? Aren’t you one of the Graces? How did you manage a Ti Array?”
“Ever since you returned from the Sea of Chaos, it seems I, as a Lesser Deity, have comprehended so abilities related to ti and fate. My two sisters too, except they didn’t focus on this aspect, so they’re not as proficient as I am…”
Hearing Aglaea’s explanation, Luo En seed thoughtful.
For such a situation to occur, there could be only one explanation:
Having Greek Heavenly Destiny continued, everything returned to the right track. But since the existing Three Fates lost their function due to the destruction of the Fate Loom, and then were sealed by him and Hecate. Thus, the Age of Greek Gods automatically selected new Three Fates.
——That’s the Three Graces as Lesser Deities under his command.
According to the residual power of the [Fate Loom], the newly appointed Aglaea further possessed the Divinity of “weaving”, thereby earning the nickna “Golden Weaver.”
——In the Dawn-lighted Holy City, the weaver caresses golden threads, linking the past destiny.
On the other hand, due to the defeat of the Ti Giant Orlog in the battle of the Sea of Chaos, his spirituality and Divine Authority was absorbed by the four Divine Eras, naturally ascended to the Three Graces as the new Three Fates.
This is why Aglaea was able to place a Ti Array within the temple and alter the flow of ti.
But her complicity with evil isn’t limited to this:
Luo En waved the manuscript in anger:
“How do you explain the script? Were you also forced by them? I see you were quite happy writing it.”
“You know, I’m a cloth maker. The effect of the clothes’ wear, always needs soone to try them on.”
Aglaea awkwardly replied, sowhat guiltily comforted:
“Think positively, you sacrificed for art.”
“Ha, do you want that positive aspect for yourself?”
“…”
Aglaea was montarily speechless, sowhat afraid to look at her Chief God’s expression.
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