Chapter 133 Shaya, My Shaya! (Two-in-one)
Arcane City, Lokiia.
The magic lamp on the bedside table emitted a soft orange radiance, illuminating the soft, clean bedding.
It illuminated the faces of the young man and the maiden.
Aerora rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the side profile of the sleeping young man resting on her lap.
Just as she did every early morning.
Normally, Shaya carried a faint mysterious aura. Although he was the same age as Aerora, his every word and action held a maturity like an adult, arranging all their plans meticulously, making him hard to fathom.
But when sleeping, Shaya would reveal his childish side.
Like that innocent sleeping face.
Or sometimes, when half-awake and half-asleep, Shaya would hug her waist.
And then utter nonsensical dream murmurs like “Hehe, my Little Ai, hehehe… my Little Ai,” “Little Ai, take me away…” “Little Ai, let’s have a whole basketball team, no, a soccer team.”
Every time this happened, Aerora would suppress the overwhelming joy in her heart.
Then, without making a sound, she would take out a recording crystal and silently capture Shaya’s state during his delirious moments.
Of course, Shaya absolutely could not know about the existence of these recording crystals.
This was a secret belonging only to Aerora, and also valuable material for when Shaya left the Imperial Capital to travel and conduct archaeological research, leaving her tossing and turning at home.
However, accidents sometimes happened.
Just like when the recording crystal was recording, the young man’s dream murmur subject suddenly changed.
It became Solun, or Sylvia, whose presence had gradually become more frequent recently…
And so, when Shaya woke up, he would find a pile of shattered recording crystals in the trash can, never understanding their origin.
The fireplace sent out heatwaves, and the warmth in the air drifted, causing Aerora to become a little lost in thought.
This kind of waiting made her a little unhappy.
Unlike their usual sharing of the same bed.
At that time, although Shaya was also deeply asleep, Aerora knew he was still by her side, just like that late night in the Ceylon Snowfield when he carried her on his thin shoulders.
And Shaya’s body was still in the hotel room at this moment.
But Aerora understood that he was actually in another world, in another strange space-time that she could not reach, experiencing everything.
He was even fighting for another woman.
Just like when the current Shaya fainted in the washroom for three whole days for Miss Sylvia.
Sigh—
The maiden’s sigh, accompanied by the flickering light of the magic lamp, vanished into the evening breeze.
Not long ago, when Solun left Lokiia.
Perhaps out of some unspeakable guilt, perhaps out of their plastic-like best friend bond, or perhaps out of wariness towards women other than Aerora.
In the end, the Saintess of Dawn gave her silly best friend a few reminders.
“Be proactive when necessary, Little Ai.”
“After all, our competitors are no longer just each other, but have added some other foreign big bad wolves.”
“Act when you should, never hesitate, keep the benefits within the family.”
Thus, harboring such thoughts.
Aerora leaned down slightly, letting her light golden long hair fall, cascading on both sides of the young man’s face.
Then, she slowly drew closer to Shaya’s sleeping face.
The two faces were very close, Aerora could even count the number of Shaya’s eyelashes.
Normally, Shaya was her beloved and her everything, the person she could unconditionally trust and rely on.
And the sleeping Shaya was more like a child, evoking a sense of pity and protectiveness in Aerora.
However, she loved both versions of Shaya equally.
Thinking this, the ring on Aerora’s finger flashed with light.
Spatial fluctuations surged, and a notebook quietly appeared in the blonde maiden’s hand.
The Empire’s recent portable spatial magic device technology was nearing maturity, and Shaya, as a Sword Holder, had also obtained several storage rings as prototypes earlier.
But Shaya had his own sparkling Spatial Pocket, so he didn’t need those inferior storage rings and gave them to Little Ai.
And this notebook, taken from the storage ring, was one of Aerora’s biggest secrets, unknown even to Shaya.
Shaya’s lecherous nature was never a secret.
As the one who had stayed by Shaya’s side the longest, Aerora naturally knew about Shaya’s little quirks.
So, although she didn’t understand anything at first, Aerora had been silently deepening her knowledge and skills over the years.
While helping Shaya manage his luxury and clothing stores, she had been observing.
She watched the renowned noblewomen, female teachers, female nurses, female doctors, and other types of women who could arouse men’s desires, recording their attire, styling, even their actions, demeanor, speech patterns, and personalities.
Then, she learned how to present it to Shaya alone through role-playing.
However, in the past, Aerora had never had the chance to use these learned skills.
This was mainly because her relationship with Shaya was too deep, and they shared the same bed openly every night, so she couldn’t pull herself together like Solun, who, fueled by years of longing, brazenly attacked.
Of course, the more important reason was shyness.
Moreover, Aerora had no competitors in the past; figures like President Diris couldn’t shake her position, so Aerora had always cautiously expanded her repertoire.
She planned to use these techniques and tricks after marrying Shaya to add some spice and novelty to their married life.
The “seven-year itch” after marriage… Aerora had seen it in Shaya’s books and was terrified just thinking about it. She didn’t want to experience it herself at all.
However, the current situation was different.
New women kept appearing around her Shaya, and each one was terrifyingly threatening.
Furthermore, Shaya had already reached adulthood last month, and she would reach the empire’s legal marriageable age in two months.
Since that was the case, before then, experiencing a little of the unspeakable forbidden things that should have been experienced after marriage with Shaya, wouldn’t that be alright?
Thinking this, her mental power swept over the interior of the shield-like storage ring, hesitating between a teacher’s uniform and a nurse’s uniform.
Based on Aerora’s familiarity with Shaya, she naturally knew that Shaya preferred the teacher outfit over the nurse uniform, or rather, he preferred the thrill of role reversal.
But she also knew that Shaya had a Golden Elf teacher at the Black Tower, one of the Black Tower’s Eight Pages.
If she wore the teacher’s outfit, would she become a substitute for Teacher Heiser?
She absolutely did not want to be a white moonlight or a replacement!
However, just as the maiden’s little thoughts expanded and, in her constant struggle, she finally settled on the nurse’s uniform and was about to take further action.
“Cough, cough.”
A soft cough came from the night curtain not far away.
The blonde maiden sprang up from the bed as if electrocuted, shielding Shaya behind her.
The radiance of the Holy Spear shone, and the star-crafted armor, accompanied by ancient mystery, transformed into brilliant knight armor, manifesting and covering her entire body.
A sharp aura erupted, locking onto the direction of the approaching person.
However, it was not until this moment that Aerora could clearly see the visitor’s appearance.
It was an Azure Silver figure clad in a long dress.
The solidified twilight bathed in the deep night curtain, her flawless long hair cascading down like liquid mercury.
“Miss Sylvia?”
…
Crackle—
Crackle—
The firewood in the fireplace crackled with a burning sound.
“I’m sorry, Little Ai.”
“I just finished dealing with White Tower matters and came in a hurry. It seems I’ve disturbed you and Brother Shaya’s rest.”
The Azure Silver Witch took a sip of the red tea on the table, and light golden text appeared in mid-air.
This was a lie.
Sylvia’s true form had arrived some time ago. She had originally intended to find a suitable opportunity to visit.
However, after witnessing the scene just now, Sylvia couldn’t help but reveal herself.
Being cuckolded right in front of her?
Could she stand this?
It was one thing to be a third wheel when she was still a cat. Now that her true form had arrived, this kind of marital infidelity was absolutely not allowed.
“It’s alright.”
“But does Sect Master, Your Excellency, have any instructions for visiting us so late at night this time?”
Aerora knelt on the ground, resting her head on the sleeping Shaya’s lap, her plain white fingers gently stroking the young man’s facial contours, and spoke calmly.
Her words carried the confidence of asserting ownership, like an elegant and self-assured virtuous wife, watching other women who admired her man pestering him but failing to succeed.
This pronouncement, akin to that of a queen, left Sylvia momentarily speechless.
Although her own strength and status were two major tiers higher than Aerora’s, and she was the aloof master of the White Tower, with the status of a Throne, she could look down on all beings.
But matters of the heart were never solely determined by strength and status.
It was because Brother Shaya truly loved the girl before her more deeply, making Sylvia, as the latecomer, feel envious.
Speaking of which, Brother Shaya and Little Ai were already resting, yet she visited so late at night, which was indeed a loss of decorum.
However, fortunately, she did have something on her mind this time.
And it was an extremely important matter.
The Azure Silver Witch’s exquisite and flawless cute face slightly stiffened, and in the next moment, light golden text slowly appeared in mid-air.
“Brother Shaya must have entered the Historical Echo again, right?”
“I don’t know what Brother Shaya did in that Historical Echo.”
“However, I clearly sensed that there was a significant disturbance in the river of history upstream from the current node.”
Her pair of Azure Silver beautiful eyes also fell on Shaya resting on Aerora’s lap, a hint of deep worry flashing in her eyes.
“Brother Shaya’s current physical body still remains in that space-time and has not returned.”
“And now, for some reason, the flow of past history has been greatly disturbed… It may be difficult for Brother Shaya to return from the Historical Echo.”
“If he gets lost in the temporal and spatial turbulence during the process… even if Brother Shaya’s physical body in the real world still exists, he will only be a vegetable.”
“Shaya… will he not wake up?”
Looking at the light golden text displayed in mid-air.
Aerora slightly lowered her gaze.
She couldn’t help but recall Shaya’s appearance when he fainted in the washroom not long ago.
And that sense of panic, as if abandoned by the entire world.
“It’s an extremely low probability event.”
“I don’t know how Brother Shaya managed all this, but since he saved me from desperation in the Ancient Azure Court back then… I believe he can come back this time too.”
“However, what if— I mean, what if.”
“If Brother Shaya doesn’t come back, what will you do?”
Aerora opened her mouth without thinking, “I’ll guard his body until I grow old and die.”
“If his physical body decays and dies before then, I’ll commit suicide to accompany him.”
As she uttered these words, Sylvia saw a fleeting murderous intent in Aerora’s azure blue eyes.
This further confirmed to Sylvia the blonde maiden’s feelings for Brother Shaya.
Although she was unwilling to admit it, Aerora’s feelings were no less than her own.
However, it was at this moment.
Sylvia’s mental power stirred slightly.
In the next instant, the space-time around her distorted.
The symbol of the Legend rank was to sense the flow of the river of time.
And the mark of a Throne, or a demigod, was to leave an imprint in history upstream of the river of time, possessing preliminary ability to interfere with time.
Therefore, within the Throne, there was also the saying, “the older, the stronger,” although this saying did not manifest in combat power.
Rather, it meant that the older a Throne was, the more parts of the river of time they had experienced, and thus the vaster the history they could interfere with.
In this regard, Sylvia could only be considered a newborn… Her experience in history was only five hundred years, much younger than ancient beings or ancient gods born in the old era.
Of course, this was only judged by age. As a newborn Throne that had devoured the authority of an ancient god, if it came to a direct confrontation, ordinary demigods would likely be torn to shreds by this Azure Silver Witch.
But at this moment, Sylvia clearly sensed that some hidden existence was flowing downstream along the river of time.
That existence was extremely hidden. If its exit point in the real world were not right beside her, even Sylvia could not have detected it.
From that person, Sylvia sensed the extremely familiar aura that had made her long for it during her five hundred years of deep sleep in the White Tower.
“Brother Shaya?”
She suddenly stood up.
The solidified twilight began to surge again, and a illusory river of time appeared faintly within the twilight.
A few breaths later.
“Little Ai, my Little Ai!”
“I almost didn’t get to see you. Give me a loving hug.”
On Aerora’s lap, Shaya’s body leaped up violently.
Then, he pulled Sylvia, who was opposite Aerora, into his embrace.
“Wait, Little Ai, why aren’t you flat-chested anymore? You feel so much like Xi Bao, have you finally started developing?”
