Chapter 97: If it succeeds... will there be a CG?
Chapter 97: If it succeeds... will there be a CG?
Chapter 98 If it succeeds... will there be a CG? (3k chapter)
Ivina's words were like a death knell hanging over Rhodes' head.
His eyes also fell on Ivina. "What do you want me to choose?"
"Hey, you can't just push this topic onto me, okay? I'm asking you because I want to know your opinion, okay?" Ivina said in a muffled voice, her hand resting on the middle roll of blankets.
"If I choose the wrong one, it will be terrible, right?"
"————" Ivina buried her face completely in the blanket.
Rod reached out and tickled Ivina's waist;
The girl was wearing a thin silk dress, so the tingling sensation from the electric current made her whimper instantly.
"Ugh—!" Realizing what was happening, Ivina shouted angrily, her face flushed. "What...you...are...doing?!"
"I can only say that you should have some self-awareness. From the very beginning when you slept with me, you have never been innocent," Rhodes said calmly.
"Huh? How, how could this be—"
"Of course the maids know your room is gone, and of course they know there will be traces of you in my room, since someone comes to clean it every day."
"So, the ending was actually predetermined from the very beginning."
"Is this what you're worried about? You're afraid I'll abandon you in the end, so you're afraid to get close to me."
"Hey, no, no way—!" Ivina's face was very red.
Rhodes then ripped open the blanket separating them and pulled Ivina close, hugging her tightly. "Wow! I want it—I want it—"
She originally wanted to shout that she was going to be raped to stop Rod's actions, but strangely, she didn't feel like resisting at all, and instead kept quiet.
To put it another way, it's like a dying plant that starts to flower and bear fruit, and that's the state she's in.
To Ivina, Rhodes' body was always so robust, while she was so tiny.
Therefore, the moment the warmth of the wrapping was transmitted to her, her heart also felt a little more at peace.
Of course, my body also became warm —
Oh no, am I really going to be forcibly enforced? Her body trembled slightly as she thought wildly.
But Rod simply began to tell the story calmly—
"For cowardly people, trust can only be built up after life and death."
But sometimes, secretly revealing a little bit of your weakness can make others trust you more.
Unfortunately, I don't have any really bad dirt on you right now.
So, let me tell you a short story.
Rhodes glanced at Ivina, sensing her peaceful listening, and began his narration: "There was a child in the Empire who, from the moment of his birth, was the eldest son of the royal family and had the most legitimate right to inherit the throne."
But the old folks of that empire didn't really like this future heir, because they could always peer into his soul and sense how terrifying he was.
That's the truth; they clearly sensed the soul (mind) of a one-year-old baby.
As we all know, babies do not have any kind of thinking.
Therefore, the old folks were shocked and terrified of him, and tried to pin the titles of "Demon God Reincarnation" and "Monster Soul" on him, and to remove him from his position of succession.
Once this fame spread, the little boy's childhood was not exactly pleasant.
[Imprisonment] Studying in the palace was his only option.
He has been trapped in the palace and the empire, unable to leave, for the past seven years.
His so-called soul was constantly monitored and spied on to see if it was thinking about dangerous things;
But in the end, those old guys failed because they hadn't obtained any special information despite seven years of surveillance.
So in the end, everyone knew that the heir had been wronged, and that his childhood had been exposed to naked surveillance, and they felt guilty about it.
So they released the heir, freeing him from that shadowy space and bringing him to the so-called "Pleasure" nation to restore his mental state.
But—how could the torment he suffered in the past be simply dismissed like that?
Rod calmly recounted these stories.
These things were naturally known to the creator of the character Rhodes.
However, when he actually used his true identity as [Rhodes] to experience [memories], the feeling of resonance became even more intense.
However, for him, these past stories are not the point.
after all--
"Therefore, I will not betray my past self; in fact, I will work even harder to save my past self."
Rhodes' voice was deep, but it was spoken close to Ivina's hair, so every word and every utterance would clearly reach her ears.
The girl in his arms remained silent, neither denying the story nor considering those troublesome matters.
She finally raised her eyes, her nose a little sore, and asked, "Anyway?"
"Well, anyway."
"Just like Cecilia turned into a bad person, even if I turned into a bad person, would you still help me?"
"I'll tie you up and keep you by my side to teach you a lesson. I don't want another Cecilia like that, someone I spent so much time trying to redeem only to be betrayed."
Ivina's fingers tightened around Rhodes's collar—
"Then, will you give me a good scolding?"
"No, I will teach you properly what is right and what is wrong."
"Then... will you stop caring about me altogether?"
"If I were teaching you, binding you, how could I not care about you?" Rhodes replied. "You must remember this: desire is not my true purpose in getting close to you. The reason I get close to you, appreciate you, and feel you is because I understood what kind of being you were when the witch invaded that day."
"The purest and most naive, yet covered in thorns, that's you."
"So, don't worry." Rhodes stroked her head and said the last thing.
The girl felt the gentle pat on her head, and her panicked heart finally tipped towards a calmer balance. "Hmm." In the end, it was just a small response given to Rhodes.
as well as-
"If I can still be with you after tomorrow—I'll reluctantly agree to whatever you do."
The last vestige of her haughty demeanor was left behind, but it vanished without a trace.
:
In [Carmen].
Cecilia sealed Clara, the girl who had fallen into demonic possession, onto a cross.
Very strange.
Although Clara's face was contorted with rage and she was unleashing her power wildly, no large-scale mutations had occurred in her body.
A few of the mutated and swollen arms returned to their original form after Isadora left, and by the next morning, her external appearance had almost completely recovered.
However, her life force has ceased; in other words, Clara is now a fallen monster, a living dead.
Cecilia pursed her lips, looking at the young girl: "Perhaps there is a way to bring you back to life—but the problem is that your mother has probably already sensed your death and is now going berserk and starting a riot."
"The people of the Phillips coast will be hit by the greatest tsunami and swallowed by the deep ocean."
With each word she uttered, her heart grew heavier.
"Isadora's appearance has put the whole game to a standstill. Things have spiraled out of control and gotten really bad. She'll definitely be watching my moves at the Duke's mansion tonight."
To put it bluntly, Cecilia is a helper to Rhodes and his group, but aren't Rhodes and his group also helpers to Cecilia?
The Dragon God's purpose is to eliminate all threats, so if Cecilia wants to achieve her goal, she will definitely fight against the Dragon God.
But here's the problem—Isadora might let Rhodes go because of him, but what about the others?
Troublesome, extremely troublesome —
She was filled with extreme frustration, partly because she had promised Clara she could go back, only to have Clara die here instead.
But she understood that she could only continue following the procedure. She took a step forward, walked to the resting space of the other witches, and stood in the highest position.
"Everyone, assemble."
dong dong dong.
The moment the sound faded, the witch who was still eating bread wolfed down the remaining crumbs, while the witches who were swaying in their chairs quickly got up and ran to Cecilia's side.
At the very front of these hundred-plus witches were two leaders—
Sheila Marshall, Mira Marshall.
The two twin sisters with light pink hair are Cecilia's other two powerful individuals who have advanced four times.
"Cecilia—don't be sad, it's all Isadora's fault," the girl with the single ponytail said cautiously.
"Mmm-hmm." The other younger sister nodded quickly as well.
"It's nothing serious," Cecilia said calmly, looking at them. "For the future of the Demon Race, occasional sacrifices are inevitable."
"Therefore, it's time to infiltrate the Duke's mansion and launch a grand hunt, everyone. Let's go."
All the furnishings for the Duke's mansion have been completed.
The empire of the Star Gods is naturally the azure ocean.
Whether it was the garden, the flowerbeds at the back, or the corridors and courtyard of the Duke's mansion, everything was decorated with blue patterned fabric strips.
:
The inscriptions on these strips of cloth symbolize "hope and the future," and were commonly used by nobles to mark their children's coming of age.
Ivina's banquet began at noon and continued into the evening.
In the evening, that's when she enters the hall, performs the dance, and receives blessings.
The first half of the day passed quickly, as Ivina needed to get used to her dress and familiarize herself with the procedures and makeup, etc.
So, before I knew it, it was evening.
At this moment, in the hall—
All the nobles had arrived, and the hall was filled with a great commotion.
People came and went, and four or five wine glasses were piled up next to the table. Maids moved among the people, constantly handing out glasses—
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