When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Chapter 368: The Queen’s Gift_2 Chapter 468: Chapter 368: The Queen’s Gift_2 “—Perhaps we should ask Miss Ligeia,”

Seeing Aiwass fall into a rare state of confusion, Isabel’s attitude suddenly beca determined, as if she were filled with courage, “She is experienced and knowledgeable, she might know what to do.

If there is indeed a problem, it should be dealt with as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Isabel took hold of Aiwass’s wrist and pulled him toward the queen’s chamber.

“There’s no need to panic, Isabel…

she might not know how to handle my problem,”

Aiwass didn’t resist Isabel.

He simply followed, retorting subconsciously, “Besides, whether it is Dedication or Transcendence, I am —maybe after my next advancent on the Path of Devotion, I’ll realign…

“…But I do indeed need to see Ligeia.

However, that’s a separate issue, related to so unfavorable rumors about .”

He caught himself halfway, realizing he was sounding sowhat stubborn like a child, so he smoothly shifted the conversation to another important matter.

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Isabel pursed her lips, not paying attention to Aiwass, “That’s important, but it’s more important to clear up potential dangers!”

Both of them hurried along with their heads down, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at the entrance of the queen’s chambers.

Clearly, the guards at the door had already been notified, and when they saw Isabel dragging Aiwass out, even without saying a word, the guards opened the door for them.

Queen Sofia’s health had been deteriorating, and in the past few days, she had started declining visitors.

Even if other ministers wanted to et, they would be turned away.

But they were obviously exceptions.

Originally, Isabel had arrived with full montum, but upon reaching the door, she suddenly began to falter.

Isabel hesitated at the door for a while.

She whispered to Aiwass, “Grandmother has been unwell lately…

so Miss Ligeia has been taking care of her.

“…Shall we take Miss Ligeia outside to talk?”

She was clearly worried this would disturb her grandmother Sofia’s rest.

“—Co on, the two of you, there’s no need to be so modest!”

Ligeia’s vibrant and hearty young voice ca from inside, “What are you standing there for?!”

Upon hearing this, Isabel shrank back even more.

Aiwass straightened his clothes and stepped forward to open the door, his expression returning to one of composure.

Inside, Ligeia stood in front of the door with her arms crossed and her tail swaying, looking slightly irritated.

Clearly, if Aiwass didn’t open the door soon, she would do it herself.

After entering, Isabel instinctively scanned the room.

She quickly spotted Yanis in a painting and imdiately looked at her pleadingly.

Yanis just stretched out her finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet for now.

Upon entering, Aiwass imdiately saw Queen Sofia lying on the bed.

With his priest’s sacred vision, he almost instantly deduced—Queen Sofia had officially entered the countdown of her life.

This caused Aiwass’s expression to beco involuntarily solemn, even his footsteps and breathing lightened.

Seeing the queen’s knitting needles and yarn dangling at the edge of the bed, slowly falling yet unattended, he stepped forward and picked them up before they could drop.

“Where should I place these, Your Majesty?”

Aiwass asked softly.

Normally, one should speak louder to elderly people.

But fortunately, Queen Sofia had no hearing issues, and Aiwass, noticing her half-asleep, half-awake state, feared that a loud voice might startle her.

“Hmm…

just put them away…

Sofia replied in a sowhat mumbled response.

“Put them where?”

“Anywhere…

I’m not knitting anymore.”

The old lady’s mouth curved into a slight smile, “I’ve knitted all there is to knit.

The last piece…

is also finished.”

Aiwass followed her gaze to the sweater folded at the head of the bed.

—It looked like it was knitted for Isabel.

Seeing the two protruding thorn patterns hanging on the sweater, Aiwass couldn’t help but admire…

the old lady was truly learning until the end of her days.

A month ago, she had just started learning.

Back then, she could barely manage to knit gloves, and her choice of colors was sowhat dull.

Now, at least the piece had a pattern, a design.

Although it was clearly far from fashionable.

Thinking this, Aiwass mischievously glanced at Isabel.

Every ti he saw Isabel, she was almost always wearing a dress, exposing her shoulders—or at least her collarbones.

Moreover, her clothes were almost always made of fluttering fabric, emphasizing indifference to the cold.

Luckily, the world’s stockings technology was quite advanced.

As a derivative of the Path of Beauty, not only were they aesthetically pleasing, but they also served a warming and shaping purpose.

When the temperature dropped, Isabel largely relied on her stockings and silk gloves to keep warm.

For the mont, Aiwass couldn’t quite imagine Isabel wearing such a “grandmotherly, silly sweater.” This made the corners of his mouth rise unconsciously.

—There was a certain beauty in envisioning a female classmate hiding a flowered cotton jacket under her gorgeous evening gown.

“If you like it, that’s good,”

Queen Sofia responded in a warm voice, looking at Aiwass’s smile.

“Hmm…

huh?”

Aiwass first responded, but quickly realized sothing was off.