<p>Chapter 55: Lady Agnes, welcome to my home!</p>
<p>Although there was no curfew in the Royal Capital, the city gates between the upper and lower towns were not open all day.</p>
<p>Fortunately, Shaya’s current identity was a low-level inspector of the Judgment Tower, so after presenting his identification, the guards respectfully let him leave the city.</p>
<p>At this moment, the dawn was breaking, and the faint sunlight lightly scattered on the streets, waking up this somewhat dilapidated city.</p>
<p>From the faces of the people, Shaya could only see numbness.</p>
<p>“This season’s harvest in York Town has been significantly reduced again; I really hope the Goddess can bless us.”</p>
<p>“I heard that all the food and crops died overnight, and even the Church of Abundance was alarmed.”</p>
<p>“What does it have to do with us? It’s just one less place for laborers to work.”</p>
<p>“Sigh, at this rate, we won’t even have food to eat…”</p>
<p>“Poor little Mary at home, only two years old, has to suffer hunger alongside her useless old dad every day.”</p>
<p>“I wonder how those noble lords in the city are doing; with such a low food yield, they must be experiencing the same ups and downs as us, right?”</p>
<p>“Do you have time to worry about them?”</p>
<p>Similar dialogues continuously reached Shaya’s ears as he passed through Sike Street.</p>
<p>York Town was the closest town to the Royal Capital, known for its abundant wheat production, and was described as the “granary of the Royal Capital.”</p>
<p>But from their tone, it seemed they were affected by some unusual circumstances that drew the attention of the Church of Abundance.</p>
<p>Recalling the scenes from last night at the Violet Mansion, Shaya had some bold speculations.</p>
<p>Perhaps there was something wrong with the Goddess.</p>
<p>After thinking about it, Shaya decided to inquire with Miss Agnes after he arrived at the Witch’s Palace.</p>
<p>And Jin was still digesting the memories of that High Sorcerer, so he set that aside for now.</p>
<p>As he passed by the shed where Aileen lived, he slowed down.</p>
<p>Previously, on the way to perform the ceremony, he found that the little one was not home. At the time, he didn’t think much of it, assuming Old Peter was taking care of the child, and he hurried off to meet the Witch.</p>
<p>This time, however, looking through the somewhat worn wooden door, Shaya found the shed was still empty.</p>
<p>The shabby bedding and pillow were placed at one end of the straw bed, seeming like they hadn’t been used for several days.</p>
<p>Shaya frowned.</p>
<p>In this chaotic place in the lower town, anything could happen.</p>
<p>So, he returned to the street and stopped a cobbler by the roadside.</p>
<p>“Do you know where Old Peter lives?”</p>
<p>After handing him a copper coin, the cobbler gratefully accepted it and pointed him in a direction.</p>
<p>Before long, Shaya appeared at the door of a somewhat dilapidated single-story house.</p>
<p>After knocking several times, Old Peter opened the door for him.</p>
<p>“Mr. Shaya?”</p>
<p>He was taken aback momentarily, then happily invited Shaya in for tea while leaning on his cane.</p>
<p>But Shaya shook his head and frankly said, “Is Aileen here with you now?”</p>
<p>“I was worried I wouldn’t be able to tell you this,” Old Peter gently tapped the ground with his cane and replied with a smile, “Recently, several nuns from the Church of Abundance passed by here, and upon hearing little Aileen’s story, they felt compassion and, after getting permission, took her back to the church as an adoption.”</p>
<p>“The Church of Abundance?”</p>
<p>Shaya asked in confusion.</p>
<p>It felt like words related to the Church of Abundance had constantly been surfacing in his life these past few days.</p>
<p>“Are those people reliable?”</p>
<p>Old Peter nodded, “Of course, of course. I’ve been to the church to see the little one several times with my wife, and those nuns are very kind; they treat her like a sister.”</p>
<p>“By the way, would you like to go visit little Aileen with this old man later?”</p>
<p>Recalling that dark and thin figure that resembled a little beggar, Shaya gently shook his head: “Let’s skip that for now. I don’t want to trouble you.”</p>
<p>His concern for Aileen stemmed from an impulsive act of compassion; he didn’t want to develop this relationship into a responsibility nor overly interfere in her life.</p>
<p>Since everything was well now, he felt relieved.</p>
<p>After bidding farewell to Old Peter, Shaya went straight to the ceremonial base.</p>
<p>At this moment, nothing was more important than increasing his strength.</p>
<p>……</p>
<p>Silver flames surged up, and a mirror-like teleportation passage unfolded before Shaya.</p>
<p>Stepping in, accompanied by a slight turbulence of spatial transmission, he arrived again at the Abyss Palace.</p>
<p>The scene from last time was still fresh in his memory.</p>
<p>Looking up, he gazed at the interior of the palace.</p>
<p>He had thought that sitting quietly on the cold steps of the palace and reading had become the Witch Miss’s daily routine, but surprisingly, this time, she didn’t seem to be reading.</p>
<p>Before him appeared a serene scene reminiscent of rural fields.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss sat in a gently swaying rice paddy, dressed in a tattered black gauze dress, allowing her beautiful long hair, as dark as ink, to flutter in the wind.</p>
<p>In the distance, a windmill turned slowly, and occasionally a few birds swooped over the endless green fields.</p>
<p>And Agnes was quietly sitting on a wooden chair, her left hand holding a palette smeared with various colors, her right hand twisting a paintbrush as she faced the blank canvas, seemingly pondering something.</p>
<p>She indeed possessed the authority to create physical objects within a certain range.</p>
<p>Was this… somewhat akin to a creator deity?</p>
<p>Shaya inexplicably harbored some wild guesses.</p>
<p>In his imagining, even a plot like “the Witch Miss was actually a creator deity who had her powers seized by vile people and was then sealed in the Abyss” could come to mind.</p>
<p>Returning to his senses, Shaya shook his head.</p>
<p>“……”</p>
<p>As if sensing Shaya’s presence, the Witch Miss gently put down her paintbrush, stood up, and gazed at the boy standing at the entrance of the palace, as if welcoming him.</p>
<p>“Lady Agnes, good afternoon.”</p>
<p>Shaya greeted her as usual.</p>
<p>Surprisingly, this time, the Witch Miss lightly nodded in response.</p>
<p>Then, she raised her hand, transforming the scene before her into a ripple-like illusion, which disappeared into the air, and the originally cold and silent great hall reappeared before him.</p>
<p>It seemed she was in a good mood today.</p>
<p>Recalling the events from their last meeting, Shaya instinctively glanced at her ankles.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss was slowly walking up the steps, her black gauze dress fluttering gently, occasionally revealing a slender, fair calf.</p>
<p>On her crystal-like tender little feet were the high-heeled sandals that Shaya had personally put on for her last time.</p>
<p>The black lace-up high heels and black gauze skirt became a striking contrast against the Witch Miss’s pale skin, creating a stunningly beautiful sight.</p>
<p>As if… the already beautiful Cinderella put on crystal shoes and became even more radiant.</p>
<p>It was just a pity that the gauze dress she wore now was somewhat too worn.</p>
<p>He wondered if there were certain reasons behind this, just as she had previously insisted on walking barefoot.</p>
<p>Reaching the red velvet chair at the top of the steps, the Witch Miss adjusted her long dress and gently sat down, crossing her long legs.</p>
<p>Unlike Selly, the Witch Miss had no hobby of painting her toenails, so her ten glistening white toes were tightly arranged, the nails at the front glimmering with a subtle light pink.</p>
<p>“……”</p>
<p>As if sensing his gaze, the Witch Miss subconsciously recalled the strange feeling when Shaya gently held her feet in his hands last time.</p>
<p>At that moment, the sensation of her feet being cradled created a peculiar emotional turmoil within her, a mix of ticklishness and an unprecedented warmth.</p>
<p>No one had ever done such a thing for her.</p>
<p>With a hint of indescribable sentiment, the Witch Miss discreetly pulled her feet back beneath her dress.</p>
<p>After a moment, she coolly asked, “Is there something you want?”</p>
<p>Shaya thought for a moment and decided to get straight to the point.</p>
<p>“Did you know the Goddess of Abundance before being sealed here?”</p>
<p>“……” The Witch Miss lightly rested her right hand against her cheek, pausing in silence for a moment, “I did.”</p>
<p>So she really is a big deal.</p>
<p>He then continued to ask, “How is that existence doing?”</p>
<p>“Has she encountered some extreme situation that weakened her control over the human world?”</p>
<p>“You only want to ask these things?”</p>
<p>Surprisingly, the Witch Miss’s expression turned a bit colder after hearing Shaya’s inquiries, and she did not answer directly.</p>
<p>“Uh……”</p>
<p>Shaya was taken aback.</p>
<p>Seeing him completely stumped, the Witch Miss did not hide her emotions.</p>
<p>“I ask you.” Her voice was ethereal and drifting, “Every time you leave here, it means undergoing the torment of the curse once more; although you won’t truly die, that excruciating pain exists.”</p>
<p>“Is it worth it?”</p>
<p>At the same time, her gaze fixed on Shaya, as if trying to see the answer from the depths of his eyes.</p>
<p>“Of course.” Recalling the benefits he received from the Witch Miss, Shaya nodded without hesitation, “For me, encountering you in this palace… is the one thing I have never regretted.”</p>
<p>Nonsense.</p>
<p>Dying once to level up so much, and the cost is just the pain of habitual death, a little endurance will see it through; who wouldn’t want that?</p>
<p>Furthermore, there are also benefits and mysterious gifts given by the Witch Miss from time to time.</p>
<p>“You……”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss seemed to want to say something more, but looking at Shaya’s clear and tranquil gaze, she let out a soft sigh.</p>
<p>She believed in Shaya’s words.</p>
<p>But because of that, her mood became even more helpless.</p>
<p>In Agnes’s view, she was merely a dirty sinner imprisoned here, and even if she had some connection with Shaya, it would ultimately lead him to certain death.</p>
<p>Although Shaya didn’t care about such things at all and never proposed a trade, just self-harming and giving of himself.</p>
<p>But it was such an attitude that left Agnes somewhat exhausted.</p>
<p>After a moment of silence, she leaned back softly against the comfortable chair.</p>
<p>“I do not understand the situation outside for now,” the Witch Miss slowly said, seemingly answering Shaya’s earlier question, “But I can make some guesses based on your questions.”</p>
<p>“The Goddess of Abundance existed even when I roamed the continent; she is not a specific individual but rather a being comprised of countless converged consciousnesses, like a big tree with a common trunk, from which many branches diverge.”</p>
<p>“From what I knew before I was sealed, her main body had suffered severe injury.”</p>
<p>“If I’m right, she… should have disintegrated or fallen.”</p>
<p>This statement struck like thunder, exploding in Shaya’s mind!</p>
<p>My God!</p>
<p>Initially, he thought it was just the state of the deity being off.</p>
<p>But now, based on the Witch Miss’s words, the actual situation was likely to be even more explosive!</p>
<p>Shaya’s breath involuntarily grew heavier.</p>
<p>After calming his mind, he looked longingly at the Witch Miss, eager to hear more.</p>
<p>However, she seemed uninterested in continuing to discuss secrets and history related to deities and instead cast a calm gaze at him.</p>
<p>“Do you… have any wishes you want to realize?”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss appeared disinterested in everything outside, quietly observing Shaya.</p>
<p>Damn, he really wanted to hear more!</p>
<p>Finally experiencing the feeling of readers urging for updates!</p>
<p>But seeing the Witch Miss’s noncommittal demeanor, Shaya could only let out a sigh and temporarily cast aside his curiosity.</p>
<p>“There is indeed one thing I’d like to ask of you.”</p>
<p>“Speak.”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss said lightly.</p>
<p>“Do you possess the ability to create environments and influence reality to a certain extent?”</p>
<p>Shaya tightened his grip a bit as he nervously inquired.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss remained silent but nodded lightly.</p>
<p>“Can you materialize a specific scene imagined in someone’s heart?”</p>
<p>“The person must have a concrete understanding of everything within that scene for it to work.”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss answered softly.</p>
<p>“Then, Lady Agnes, I would like to ask you to cooperate with me for a bold attempt.”</p>
<p>……</p>
<p>Five minutes later.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss stood before Shaya, her finger lightly touching his forehead.</p>
<p>The distance between them was unprecedentedly close, but Shaya had no romantic notions in his mind.</p>
<p>What mattered more was whether this attempt could succeed.</p>
<p>After completely opening his memories to her with no resistance, the scenes in Shaya’s mind suddenly appeared before the Witch Miss’s eyes.</p>
<p>“Can you materialize it?”</p>
<p>For some reason, Agnes sensed a hint of nervous tremor in Shaya’s voice.</p>
<p>“Yes.”</p>
<p>Agnes nodded, then gently raised her hand.</p>
<p>As the scene gradually shifted, images and objects from Shaya’s memories materialized out of thin air within the great hall.</p>
<p>Soon, a strangely shaped house, according to Agnes’s perspective, rose up from the ground, with various details gradually being perfected alongside Shaya’s memories and supplements.</p>
<p>Shaya’s fists slowly clenched.</p>
<p>It actually succeeded.</p>
<p>What began as an attempt to restore the scene in the sea of consciousness unexpectedly managed to be materialized in reality, thanks to the Witch Miss reading his consciousness.</p>
<p>Of course, this success also depended on Shaya’s absolute familiarity with the scene.</p>
<p>“What is this place?”</p>
<p>Agnes looked at the strangely shaped building in confusion and asked.</p>
<p>“This is my home.”</p>
<p>The one I had on Earth in my past life… that home.</p>
<p>A hint of nostalgia stirred within Shaya.</p>
<p>Gazing at the familiar scene before him, he took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled invitingly at the Witch Miss.</p>
<p>“Lady Agnes, welcome… to my home.”</p>
<p>Although there was no curfew in the Royal Capital, the city gates between the upper and lower towns were not open all day.</p>
<p>Fortunately, Shaya’s current identity was a low-level inspector of the Judgment Tower, so after presenting his identification, the guards respectfully let him leave the city.</p>
<p>At this moment, the dawn was breaking, and the faint sunlight lightly scattered on the streets, waking up this somewhat dilapidated city.</p>
<p>From the faces of the people, Shaya could only see numbness.</p>
<p>“This season’s harvest in York Town has been significantly reduced again; I really hope the Goddess can bless us.”</p>
<p>“I heard that all the food and crops died overnight, and even the Church of Abundance was alarmed.”</p>
<p>“What does it have to do with us? It’s just one less place for laborers to work.”</p>
<p>“Sigh, at this rate, we won’t even have food to eat…”</p>
<p>“Poor little Mary at home, only two years old, has to suffer hunger alongside her useless old dad every day.”</p>
<p>“I wonder how those noble lords in the city are doing; with such a low food yield, they must be experiencing the same ups and downs as us, right?”</p>
<p>“Do you have time to worry about them?”</p>
<p>Similar dialogues continuously reached Shaya’s ears as he passed through Sike Street.</p>
<p>York Town was the closest town to the Royal Capital, known for its abundant wheat production, and was described as the “granary of the Royal Capital.”</p>
<p>But from their tone, it seemed they were affected by some unusual circumstances that drew the attention of the Church of Abundance.</p>
<p>Recalling the scenes from last night at the Violet Mansion, Shaya had some bold speculations.</p>
<p>Perhaps there was something wrong with the Goddess.</p>
<p>After thinking about it, Shaya decided to inquire with Miss Agnes after he arrived at the Witch’s Palace.</p>
<p>And Jin was still digesting the memories of that High Sorcerer, so he set that aside for now.</p>
<p>As he passed by the shed where Aileen lived, he slowed down.</p>
<p>Previously, on the way to perform the ceremony, he found that the little one was not home. At the time, he didn’t think much of it, assuming Old Peter was taking care of the child, and he hurried off to meet the Witch.</p>
<p>This time, however, looking through the somewhat worn wooden door, Shaya found the shed was still empty.</p>
<p>The shabby bedding and pillow were placed at one end of the straw bed, seeming like they hadn’t been used for several days.</p>
<p>Shaya frowned.</p>
<p>In this chaotic place in the lower town, anything could happen.</p>
<p>So, he returned to the street and stopped a cobbler by the roadside.</p>
<p>“Do you know where Old Peter lives?”</p>
<p>After handing him a copper coin, the cobbler gratefully accepted it and pointed him in a direction.</p>
<p>Before long, Shaya appeared at the door of a somewhat dilapidated single-story house.</p>
<p>After knocking several times, Old Peter opened the door for him.</p>
<p>“Mr. Shaya?”</p>
<p>He was taken aback momentarily, then happily invited Shaya in for tea while leaning on his cane.</p>
<p>But Shaya shook his head and frankly said, “Is Aileen here with you now?”</p>
<p>“I was worried I wouldn’t be able to tell you this,” Old Peter gently tapped the ground with his cane and replied with a smile, “Recently, several nuns from the Church of Abundance passed by here, and upon hearing little Aileen’s story, they felt compassion and, after getting permission, took her back to the church as an adoption.”</p>
<p>“The Church of Abundance?”</p>
<p>Shaya asked in confusion.</p>
<p>It felt like words related to the Church of Abundance had constantly been surfacing in his life these past few days.</p>
<p>“Are those people reliable?”</p>
<p>Old Peter nodded, “Of course, of course. I’ve been to the church to see the little one several times with my wife, and those nuns are very kind; they treat her like a sister.”</p>
<p>“By the way, would you like to go visit little Aileen with this old man later?”</p>
<p>Recalling that dark and thin figure that resembled a little beggar, Shaya gently shook his head: “Let’s skip that for now. I don’t want to trouble you.”</p>
<p>His concern for Aileen stemmed from an impulsive act of compassion; he didn’t want to develop this relationship into a responsibility nor overly interfere in her life.</p>
<p>Since everything was well now, he felt relieved.</p>
<p>After bidding farewell to Old Peter, Shaya went straight to the ceremonial base.</p>
<p>At this moment, nothing was more important than increasing his strength.</p>
<p>……</p>
<p>Silver flames surged up, and a mirror-like teleportation passage unfolded before Shaya.</p>
<p>Stepping in, accompanied by a slight turbulence of spatial transmission, he arrived again at the Abyss Palace.</p>
<p>The scene from last time was still fresh in his memory.</p>
<p>Looking up, he gazed at the interior of the palace.</p>
<p>He had thought that sitting quietly on the cold steps of the palace and reading had become the Witch Miss’s daily routine, but surprisingly, this time, she didn’t seem to be reading.</p>
<p>Before him appeared a serene scene reminiscent of rural fields.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss sat in a gently swaying rice paddy, dressed in a tattered black gauze dress, allowing her beautiful long hair, as dark as ink, to flutter in the wind.</p>
<p>In the distance, a windmill turned slowly, and occasionally a few birds swooped over the endless green fields.</p>
<p>And Agnes was quietly sitting on a wooden chair, her left hand holding a palette smeared with various colors, her right hand twisting a paintbrush as she faced the blank canvas, seemingly pondering something.</p>
<p>She indeed possessed the authority to create physical objects within a certain range.</p>
<p>Was this… somewhat akin to a creator deity?</p>
<p>Shaya inexplicably harbored some wild guesses.</p>
<p>In his imagining, even a plot like “the Witch Miss was actually a creator deity who had her powers seized by vile people and was then sealed in the Abyss” could come to mind.</p>
<p>Returning to his senses, Shaya shook his head.</p>
<p>“……”</p>
<p>As if sensing Shaya’s presence, the Witch Miss gently put down her paintbrush, stood up, and gazed at the boy standing at the entrance of the palace, as if welcoming him.</p>
<p>“Lady Agnes, good afternoon.”</p>
<p>Shaya greeted her as usual.</p>
<p>Surprisingly, this time, the Witch Miss lightly nodded in response.</p>
<p>Then, she raised her hand, transforming the scene before her into a ripple-like illusion, which disappeared into the air, and the originally cold and silent great hall reappeared before him.</p>
<p>It seemed she was in a good mood today.</p>
<p>Recalling the events from their last meeting, Shaya instinctively glanced at her ankles.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss was slowly walking up the steps, her black gauze dress fluttering gently, occasionally revealing a slender, fair calf.</p>
<p>On her crystal-like tender little feet were the high-heeled sandals that Shaya had personally put on for her last time.</p>
<p>The black lace-up high heels and black gauze skirt became a striking contrast against the Witch Miss’s pale skin, creating a stunningly beautiful sight.</p>
<p>As if… the already beautiful Cinderella put on crystal shoes and became even more radiant.</p>
<p>It was just a pity that the gauze dress she wore now was somewhat too worn.</p>
<p>He wondered if there were certain reasons behind this, just as she had previously insisted on walking barefoot.</p>
<p>Reaching the red velvet chair at the top of the steps, the Witch Miss adjusted her long dress and gently sat down, crossing her long legs.</p>
<p>Unlike Selly, the Witch Miss had no hobby of painting her toenails, so her ten glistening white toes were tightly arranged, the nails at the front glimmering with a subtle light pink.</p>
<p>“……”</p>
<p>As if sensing his gaze, the Witch Miss subconsciously recalled the strange feeling when Shaya gently held her feet in his hands last time.</p>
<p>At that moment, the sensation of her feet being cradled created a peculiar emotional turmoil within her, a mix of ticklishness and an unprecedented warmth.</p>
<p>No one had ever done such a thing for her.</p>
<p>With a hint of indescribable sentiment, the Witch Miss discreetly pulled her feet back beneath her dress.</p>
<p>After a moment, she coolly asked, “Is there something you want?”</p>
<p>Shaya thought for a moment and decided to get straight to the point.</p>
<p>“Did you know the Goddess of Abundance before being sealed here?”</p>
<p>“……” The Witch Miss lightly rested her right hand against her cheek, pausing in silence for a moment, “I did.”</p>
<p>So she really is a big deal.</p>
<p>He then continued to ask, “How is that existence doing?”</p>
<p>“Has she encountered some extreme situation that weakened her control over the human world?”</p>
<p>“You only want to ask these things?”</p>
<p>Surprisingly, the Witch Miss’s expression turned a bit colder after hearing Shaya’s inquiries, and she did not answer directly.</p>
<p>“Uh……”</p>
<p>Shaya was taken aback.</p>
<p>Seeing him completely stumped, the Witch Miss did not hide her emotions.</p>
<p>“I ask you.” Her voice was ethereal and drifting, “Every time you leave here, it means undergoing the torment of the curse once more; although you won’t truly die, that excruciating pain exists.”</p>
<p>“Is it worth it?”</p>
<p>At the same time, her gaze fixed on Shaya, as if trying to see the answer from the depths of his eyes.</p>
<p>“Of course.” Recalling the benefits he received from the Witch Miss, Shaya nodded without hesitation, “For me, encountering you in this palace… is the one thing I have never regretted.”</p>
<p>Nonsense.</p>
<p>Dying once to level up so much, and the cost is just the pain of habitual death, a little endurance will see it through; who wouldn’t want that?</p>
<p>Furthermore, there are also benefits and mysterious gifts given by the Witch Miss from time to time.</p>
<p>“You……”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss seemed to want to say something more, but looking at Shaya’s clear and tranquil gaze, she let out a soft sigh.</p>
<p>She believed in Shaya’s words.</p>
<p>But because of that, her mood became even more helpless.</p>
<p>In Agnes’s view, she was merely a dirty sinner imprisoned here, and even if she had some connection with Shaya, it would ultimately lead him to certain death.</p>
<p>Although Shaya didn’t care about such things at all and never proposed a trade, just self-harming and giving of himself.</p>
<p>But it was such an attitude that left Agnes somewhat exhausted.</p>
<p>After a moment of silence, she leaned back softly against the comfortable chair.</p>
<p>“I do not understand the situation outside for now,” the Witch Miss slowly said, seemingly answering Shaya’s earlier question, “But I can make some guesses based on your questions.”</p>
<p>“The Goddess of Abundance existed even when I roamed the continent; she is not a specific individual but rather a being comprised of countless converged consciousnesses, like a big tree with a common trunk, from which many branches diverge.”</p>
<p>“From what I knew before I was sealed, her main body had suffered severe injury.”</p>
<p>“If I’m right, she… should have disintegrated or fallen.”</p>
<p>This statement struck like thunder, exploding in Shaya’s mind!</p>
<p>My God!</p>
<p>Initially, he thought it was just the state of the deity being off.</p>
<p>But now, based on the Witch Miss’s words, the actual situation was likely to be even more explosive!</p>
<p>Shaya’s breath involuntarily grew heavier.</p>
<p>After calming his mind, he looked longingly at the Witch Miss, eager to hear more.</p>
<p>However, she seemed uninterested in continuing to discuss secrets and history related to deities and instead cast a calm gaze at him.</p>
<p>“Do you… have any wishes you want to realize?”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss appeared disinterested in everything outside, quietly observing Shaya.</p>
<p>Damn, he really wanted to hear more!</p>
<p>Finally experiencing the feeling of readers urging for updates!</p>
<p>But seeing the Witch Miss’s noncommittal demeanor, Shaya could only let out a sigh and temporarily cast aside his curiosity.</p>
<p>“There is indeed one thing I’d like to ask of you.”</p>
<p>“Speak.”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss said lightly.</p>
<p>“Do you possess the ability to create environments and influence reality to a certain extent?”</p>
<p>Shaya tightened his grip a bit as he nervously inquired.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss remained silent but nodded lightly.</p>
<p>“Can you materialize a specific scene imagined in someone’s heart?”</p>
<p>“The person must have a concrete understanding of everything within that scene for it to work.”</p>
<p>The Witch Miss answered softly.</p>
<p>“Then, Lady Agnes, I would like to ask you to cooperate with me for a bold attempt.”</p>
<p>……</p>
<p>Five minutes later.</p>
<p>The Witch Miss stood before Shaya, her finger lightly touching his forehead.</p>
<p>The distance between them was unprecedentedly close, but Shaya had no romantic notions in his mind.</p>
<p>What mattered more was whether this attempt could succeed.</p>
<p>After completely opening his memories to her with no resistance, the scenes in Shaya’s mind suddenly appeared before the Witch Miss’s eyes.</p>
<p>“Can you materialize it?”</p>
<p>For some reason, Agnes sensed a hint of nervous tremor in Shaya’s voice.</p>
<p>“Yes.”</p>
<p>Agnes nodded, then gently raised her hand.</p>
<p>As the scene gradually shifted, images and objects from Shaya’s memories materialized out of thin air within the great hall.</p>
<p>Soon, a strangely shaped house, according to Agnes’s perspective, rose up from the ground, with various details gradually being perfected alongside Shaya’s memories and supplements.</p>
<p>Shaya’s fists slowly clenched.</p>
<p>It actually succeeded.</p>
<p>What began as an attempt to restore the scene in the sea of consciousness unexpectedly managed to be materialized in reality, thanks to the Witch Miss reading his consciousness.</p>
<p>Of course, this success also depended on Shaya’s absolute familiarity with the scene.</p>
<p>“What is this place?”</p>
<p>Agnes looked at the strangely shaped building in confusion and asked.</p>
<p>“This is my home.”</p>
<p>The one I had on Earth in my past life… that home.</p>
<p>A hint of nostalgia stirred within Shaya.</p>
<p>Gazing at the familiar scene before him, he took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled invitingly at the Witch Miss.</p>
<p>“Lady Agnes, welcome… to my home.”</p>
