Chapter 121: Miss Saintess’s Skill in Pilfering Love
Fifteen minutes later.
Yui, who had finally finished analyzing the two mechanical constructs and was excitedly running back to report to Shaya, fell into thought upon seeing the silent and blindfolded barrier made of black mosaic in front of her.
“Master, Mama, what are you doing inside?”
Yui knocked on the barrier.
It could sense Shaya and Solun’s auras within, but could not obtain any specific information.
Could it be that Father and Mother had fallen into a trap and been captured by bad guys?
Yui’s gaze sharpened.
The next moment, a light golden Alchemy Matrix appeared on her fingertips.
After analyzing the two constructs, Yui’s strength had also leaped a level, vastly different from before.
But it was at this moment that the barrier, which appeared like a mosaic to outsiders, quietly opened.
“Mama and Papa are fighting,” Solun said, stroking Yui’s little head.
The Saintess of Dawn’s clothes were worn tightly, appearing very proper and meticulous. Only her plain white cute face still held a trace of blush.
“Fighting? Who is the enemy?”
Yui immediately became alert, and the magical fluctuations emanating from the Alchemy Matrix intensified.
But then, Shaya also ruffled Yui’s little head.
“There’s no enemy, it was Solun Mama and I fighting.”
“But why are you fighting Mama? According to the definitions in my database… ‘fighting’ is a synonym for combat. One only fights enemies, but you and Mama are clearly not enemies. Is there any difference in the process of fighting?”
Although Shaya was frantically patting her head, Yui still opened her eyes wide and spoke with great curiosity.
The information in her database was shared and input by Shaya. With Shaya’s current vision, Yui’s database was quite complete in areas such as Mysticism, supernormal knowledge, and basic knowledge.
However, it was severely lacking in certain areas.
“Master, I’m very curious.”
Shaya couldn’t help but feel speechless.
In order to give his artificial intelligence a spirit of progress and inquiry, he had specifically maxed out Yui’s “desire for knowledge” attribute. He never expected it to be useful in this situation.
Shaya picked Yui up and placed her into the Soul Pact Space.
“Children shouldn’t ask about adult matters.”
Adult matters… Does Master mean that this information will only be unlocked when I reach adulthood?
The age of human adulthood is eighteen. I wonder what the age of artificial intelligence adulthood is.
Returned to the Soul Pact Space, Yui shook her head in confusion.
But then, she noticed two intense gazes directed at her from other Soul Pact Spaces.
“Weep weep weep! (Although Solun’s stock is soaring, our Little Ai party will not admit defeat!)”
The Little Mink looked at Yui, as if facing a formidable enemy, its face solemn.
“Mew mew mew~ (Long live the Shaya-Xue faction!)”
The white Silver Spirit also looked resolute.
“Mew mew mew~ (If true love has a color, it must be witch white!)”
“So that’s how it is…”
Yui sensed the tense atmosphere within the Soul Pact Space.
With the wisdom of a super artificial intelligence, she quickly understood everything.
It was like speculating on stocks.
“Kukuku… You know I’m from the Solun party, yet you still approach me?”
Yui spread her hands towards Yin and Chihong.
“Shaya and Solun reign supreme!”
…
Looking at the well-behaved, serene, and pretty black-haired maiden standing before him, Shaya felt refreshed.
He couldn’t help it.
Solun was too good at it.
Although they hadn’t seen each other for six years, upon their reunion, all of Solun’s attire perfectly hit Shaya’s sweet spot.
Furthermore, the wicked woman had seduced him to this extent.
He had to be punished by a righteous hero.
To go further would be to be a beast, and to not would be worse than a beast.
And when Shaya truly began to “eat meat,” he discovered that Solun was actually a glass cannon with high attack but low defense.
Although her words were extremely strong and proactive, during their first intimate encounter, she was surprisingly sensitive, her beautiful eyes shimmering as if about to cry.
She was, in short, a master in theory but a novice in practice.
The way her cute face turned into a hot apple, yet she still boldly cooperated with Shaya in various playful and youthful ways, perfectly satisfied Shaya’s desire for conquest.
“Speaking of which, where did you learn these little tricks…”
“Have you forgotten that you wrote ‘Brave Abin’?”
Solun glanced at Shaya and tidied her slightly messy black long hair.
“How did you feel just now?”
She leaned close to Shaya’s ear again, speaking gently, “I can do what Little Ai can’t, you know…”
Shaya looked at Solun’s chest and recalled the soft sensation of the facial cleanser from earlier, nodding in agreement.
When he first met her, Solun’s figure was as flat as Little Ai’s.
But after six years, Solun had become graceful and curvaceous, full and deep. Little Ai, however, remained a flat steel plate with no signs of development.
The best friends and sisters they once were were now separated by a regrettable and thick barrier.
“During this time, the Holy Court has been quite busy with the Borgia Family’s affairs, so I haven’t been able to leave for long periods.”
Solun extended her slender hand and meticulously adjusted Shaya’s collar. “When the Holy Court’s matters are concluded, I will come to the Imperial Capital to visit you.”
“Remember not to let Little Ai find out.”
Shaya felt his recently extinguished desire flare up again.
However, Solun’s last half-sentence quickly calmed him down.
“I’ll try.”
Shaya took out a mirror and skillfully activated Tsukuyomi on his reflection.
“Since I entered the manufacturing room, I have been fully focused on signing the Fifth Soul Pact and mastering the constructs.”
“Solun and I have been respectful of each other, and nothing has happened.”
Although he had performed self-hypnosis, Shaya did not have much hope for this matter.
After all, players who relied on intuition were too unfair; they could always find flaws from various tricky angles.
He had been caught red-handed several times before, so Shaya lacked confidence now. His wife’s ability to catch him cheating was truly first-class.
“Just this won’t fool Little Ai,” Solun gave Shaya a sidelong glance.
She took out a delicate perfume bottle, smeared the potion with her finger, and then wiped Shaya’s face. The cool touch of the maiden’s fingertips moved downwards, all the way to his neck.
“Girls invariably have some perfume on them. This special potion is needed to remove it.”
“The reason you can’t fool Little Ai, Shaya, is that men mostly care about logic, while we girls focus more on details.”
As she spoke, her eyes flickered slightly, and she plucked a few strands of fine, pitch-black hair from Shaya’s collar.
“Although both are black hair, long hair and short hair are different.”
“Of course, this can be explained with various excuses, such as accidentally sticking to you… But intuition means that once there’s suspicion, it’s considered proof. There’s no need for 100% certainty.”
After finishing, Solun took a step back and surveyed Shaya.
She tapped her finger in the air, and with the expansion of free metal particles, a small metal photo frame quietly appeared.
The photo frame showed Shaya waving to Solun as he entered the hall. Yui didn’t know when Solun had secretly taken it.
The Saintess of Dawn thus adjusted Shaya’s appearance in the photo frame meticulously.
“Your hair is a bit messy compared to when you came in… Although others wouldn’t care, with Little Ai’s attention to you, such a subtle difference would definitely be noticed.”
“The hem of your clothes is also different. Hmm, this should be about right.”
“And here on your pant leg, it wasn’t turned out when you came in.”
A moment later, Solun nodded with satisfaction. “Alright, that’s it.”
She tidied her ink-black long hair and was about to stand up when Shaya grabbed her hand.
“If you’re tired, you can come back.”
“It doesn’t matter if you’re not the Saintess of Dawn. Our home in the Imperial Capital will always have a place for you.”
This time, there was no teasing in Shaya’s words.
Upon hearing Shaya’s words, Solun’s beautiful eyes drooped, and she was silent for a moment.
A few seconds later, when she looked up again, her plain white cute face had regained its usual elegant smile.
“Shaya, you’re really greedy…”
“You already have Little Ai, yet you want me to give up my esteemed status as the Saintess of Dawn and stay by your side like her?”
Shaya didn’t pay much attention to Solun’s teasing reply, but instead looked deeply into the black-haired maiden’s eyes.
“If that’s the case, give me two years.”
“Within two years, I will be promoted to Legend and then come to the Holy Court to bring you home.”
Solun’s figure trembled slightly.
She bit her lip, avoiding Shaya’s gaze. “Although the Holy Court doesn’t reject free love, the requirements for choosing a partner for the Saintess of Dawn are very strict…”
“It doesn’t matter, they have no choice.”
As soon as Shaya finished speaking, Solun felt her palm grow heavy.
She looked down and saw an ancient pocket watch lying quietly in her palm.
“Press it.”
Solun gently pressed the button on the pocket watch.
*Click.*
As the brass button was pressed, the hour and minute hands of the ancient pocket watch, which had been ticking, froze.
“Keep it safe. Wear it when you bathe too,” Shaya’s voice whispered in Solun’s ear.
This was a life-saving item he had prepared to deal with Goodrian.
But with Goodrian’s death and Shaya’s newfound Undying Body, this life-saving item had lost its meaning for Shaya.
The current situation in the Imperial Capital was relatively stable, with two powerful individuals nearing Throne-level strength guarding it. Little Ai always stayed by his side, and coupled with Shaya’s favor, Little Ai had plenty of one-time life-saving items.
Only Solun was in the Holy See, not under Shaya’s control.
Of course, given her identity as the Saintess of Dawn, her status within the Holy Court was unimaginable. Forget about ordinary assassins; even a regular Legend who dared to harbor killing intent towards Solun would likely be dead within half a minute.
However, Shaya would naturally not entrust the safety of his girl entirely to the religious fanatics of the Holy Court.
Solun was the second “big fish” he had marked in his “fish pond” long ago, only slightly later than Little Ai.
The black-haired maiden gazed at the old pocket watch in her hand.
Then, she carefully took out a necklace chain, threaded it through the pocket watch, and wore it around her swan-like fair neck.
She reached out and caressed the pocket watch.
After a long while, Solun smiled charmingly. “Is this Shaya-kun’s token of love for me?”
“Although it looks a bit simple, as the saying goes, ‘marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog.’ Since it’s a gift from you, I will cherish it.”
As she spoke, she took Shaya’s hand and stood up, walking towards the door of the manufacturing room.
Only her pitch-black hair scattered in mid-air.
“Wouldn’t you agree, the father of our child?”
PS: Two consecutive updates.
