Chapter 59: Can You Move Over in the Bed?
In the void, within the divine realm of the War Goddess, Conqueror’s Canyon.
Tebella returned in a huff from her endless dreams, no longer finding joy even in her favorite brawls with her brother. She sprawled out like a starfish on the Nine Dragon War Chariot, her expression one of utter dejection, questioning her very existence.
Not only had she been outwitted by that Wooden block, Olseya, but she had also been mocked to the point of speechlessness. It was infuriating!
It was all the Empress of Eternal Night’s fault!
If only she hadn’t expelled the Seven Gods’ church, Tebella wouldn’t have caused trouble, and wouldn’t have lost her avatars…
Therefore, she could not let the Empress of Eternal Night go, nor could she let the Azurevine Empire go.
One day, she would turn it into the Azurevine “Brother” Empire, where eating pork would be forbidden nationwide!
Wicked thoughts swirled in her mind as she considered instigating another god to attack the Azurevine Empire.
Just then, she sensed some interesting scenes.
As she watched, Tebella couldn’t help but smile.
Through her connection with her core believers, at the moment of Jostar’s extreme pleasure, the War Goddess also witnessed Angelina “personally” kill Roger.
She couldn’t help but let out an intoxicated smile.
Fratricide, Jostar really knew how to play!
Ooh-hoo-hoo, look at her sister’s regretful little expression!
Tebella’s morbid curiosity was thoroughly satisfied.
However, she felt Jostar was still too crude.
If it were her, before delivering the killing blow, she would definitely arrange some sort of sibling tragedy to make the survivor suffer even more, sink deeper into despair…
Still, on such a frustrating day, having such a spectacular performance to witness was enough cause for contentment.
A smile spread across Tebella’s lips, and as she pondered how to reward Jostar, her smile suddenly froze on her face.
Roger pulled out the Heart of the Deep amulet, Jostar was forcibly teleported, and then obliterated by a single shot from the Empress of Eternal Night.
Immediately after, Roger was reborn from the ashes!
After that, because Jostar was truly dead, she could no longer see any broadcast signals.
“Useless, useless, useless! I gave you so much power, and you couldn’t even kill a useless little brother!”
Tebella was so angry that she hammered through the bottom of her war chariot.
She wanted to laugh at the Azurevine Empire’s predicament, but in the end, the clown was herself?
Jostar’s every move had been within their calculations!
This Roger Charles had something going for him!
Tebella regained her composure.
After all, she was a god; although many troublesome things had happened today, as long as her strength remained, there would be time in the future!
So what if Roger was very smart?
Her church was also filled with capable individuals!
For example, Jostar’s father, the former Grand High Priest Old Jostar, also known as Jostar II, was an exceptionally intelligent, bald blue man…
Ah, my mistake, an exceptionally intelligent, extremely insidious old man.
And precisely because he was too insidious, posing a threat to other believers, even Tebella couldn’t control him. She could only imprison Old Jostar at the very bottom of the divine prison in Conqueror’s Canyon to cool down.
But isn’t such an old scoundrel perfect for dealing with the Azurevine Empire now?
The man who gives me a headache should be given to the Empress of Eternal Night to deal with!
She appeared in a sealed room, her smile blooming, and frowned as she looked at the man sprawled on the ground, admiring two nests of fighting ants.
Tebella asked, “I have some bad news and some good news. Which do you want to hear first?”
“The bad news would probably be if one of my little ones died? As for the good news, you’re finally going to let me out to bite people, aren’t you?”
The man with a full beard and a cowboy hat turned around.
His face was angular and well-defined, showing hints of his youthful handsomeness.
However, his attitude towards the War Goddess seemed to lack much reverence.
Tebella didn’t get angry; instead, she chuckled, “It seems being locked up here hasn’t addled your brain. You’ve answered correctly, but there’s no reward.”
“To receive the Goddess’s approval is the greatest reward for me.”
Old Jostar bowed to Tebella, his eyes openly revealing his yearning for the goddess.
Jostar only dared to secretly admire the goddess, but his father was certain that Tebella needed him, his desires written clearly on his face.
Tebella sneered, “Heh, if you can deal with that empire, what’s wrong with agreeing to a date with you?”
“Believe in my charm. One time will lead to countless others,” Old Jostar declared, patting his chest.
“Deal with the problem first.”
Tebella lifted her small foot and kicked Old Jostar’s soul out of the divine realm.
Gossip Goddess versus Sea King Believer, a high-level exchange, stopping just short of anything serious.
But in the end, might made right.
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A little earlier, in the City of Mysteries.
After Roger pushed Angelina out of the private room, the scroll she tore open was a message to the nearby City Defense Army and the Arcane Society who were lying in wait near the Second National Welfare Institute.
Upon learning that Jostar had appeared at the Abyss Mill, the soldiers and mages jointly secured the entire Second National Welfare Institute.
They were carrying out Roger’s orders to protect the safety of the children and staff at the welfare institute.
And to eliminate any large-scale weapons of mass destruction that Jostar might have buried nearby, to prevent another terrifying incident like the Capital Blood Night from occurring in this area.
The staff of the welfare institute were awakened from their sleep, trembling as they looked at the fully armed soldiers and mages at the highest alert, while also trying to comfort the frightened children.
What? There were fanatical believers of the War Goddess lurking here?
What? That fanatic was the highest-ranking War Priest in the city?
What? He had been here for over twelve hours?
The director and security chief of the welfare institute turned pale with fear.
They had been infiltrated by fanatics without realizing it, and they would have to take responsibility.
But the most important thing right now was for everyone to evacuate the area…
Everyone feared the welfare institute would suddenly explode!
Who knew what wicked plans those fanatics were hatching in their minds!
However, the City Defense Army did not ask them to leave.
Who knew if you had already become the fanatics’ weapons? Remain here obediently for inspection!
Thus, the City Defense Army and the Arcane Society conducted a thorough search of the welfare institute together.
They truly dug three feet deep.
As a result, they did not find any preparations Jostar had made there, but they did discover several little girls who had lost their hearts, teetering on the brink of life and death.
Under the effect of divine magic, they maintained faint vital signs.
This was incredible on Earth, but in a world with magic and gods, it was not unreasonable for them to remain alive for a while without a heart by divine magic.
This was Jostar’s doing to prevent his killings from being exposed, but it gave the mages of the Arcane Society an opportunity to heal these little girls.
Since divine magic was keeping them alive, highly advanced healing spells were not necessary. Continuous casting of “Heal Severe Wounds” to ensure the regeneration of their hearts and blood was sufficient.
As the saying goes, divine magic treats the symptoms, magic treats the root cause, and divine and demonic combined…
Uh, something is wrong here.
In any case, the little girls were all saved from the brink of death, but they would certainly be weak for a while.
From their accounts, everyone learned that that scoundrel Jostar was indeed incredibly insidious and shameless, even stealing a little girl’s body!
Was this something a normal person would do?
But from now on, everyone would be more cautious of the unpredictable methods of believers.
Shortly afterward, the Arcane Society also announced that the Second National Welfare Institute was safe and no security hazards had been found from Jostar’s arrangements.
The blockade was lifted.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
No one wanted to see such heavy losses as the Capital Blood Night again.
From the outcome, Roger had overestimated Jostar.
He had primarily overestimated the morality of the rulers of this era.
This was not an era where reporters were constantly watching for trending news to report on your country’s scandals. The only newspaper was controlled by the Empress’s affiliated Arcane Society.
Therefore, Jostar and Lading, while having similar goals, had different methods. They never intended to threaten the empire with a group of commoners and orphans.
Because such hostages could not be exchanged for the life of a Marquis, it would only force the empire to deal with the person creating the threat with full force.
Upper-class individuals like Angelina, who were kind and highly moral, were truly exceptional.
Not long after, news came from the Abyss Mill that Jostar had been personally killed by the Empress.
Everyone cheered.
The threat posed by the War Goddess’s church to the City of Mysteries was temporarily resolved.
However, the conflict between the empire and the Seven Gods’ church was far from over.
The imperial army had already advanced towards the border.
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Charles Residence.
Roger lay in bed, too excited to sleep, and impulsively used his first random treasure chest ten-pull since his transmigration.
After the Capital Blood Night, he understood that it was best to convert strength into his own as quickly as possible; there was no need to hoard it.
However, before he could review the overwhelming list, he heard a knock on the door.
Upon his permission, Angelina pushed the door open.
“I saw your light was on, so I came to see you…”
The blue-haired young girl, with eyes swollen like peaches, wore an expression of the discomfort of sleeplessness.
Before Roger could say much, she sat on the bed by herself and reached out to touch his face.
Her movements were so gentle, as if she were afraid that any slight increase in force would cause this despicable younger brother to vanish like a bubble.
Although she had ultimately not caused irreversible tragedy under Jostar’s control in this world, that scene had been too bloody. Whenever she closed her eyes, the image of Roger, covered in blood from her own hand, would appear.
“Did it hurt then?” Angelina murmured.
“I don’t remember anymore. I was too focused on my acting then.”
Roger grinned; there was no need to say more to know which moment she was referring to.
However, a mature man had to learn to bear everything himself.
Could a tearful cry on her lap defeat the gods?
Angelina, recognizing the look of a man who valued his pride and acted strong, chuckled and poked his forehead:
“Look at you showing off… When did you contact Her Majesty for help?”
Although Roger had previously recounted the process of harvesting Jostar after everyone’s curious inquiries, he hadn’t revealed who completed the plan, skipping over many details.
Of course, ordinary imperial citizens weren’t concerned.
They just needed to know that Roger had found Jostar and provided an opportunity for the invincible Empress to eliminate the enemy.
The Empress, strong!
But Angelina thought that the less Roger said, the more dangerous it must have been, as he was afraid of her worrying.
Jostar, remotely controlling her, could still beat Roger to the brink of death, let alone facing the ruthless killer himself.
Roger also felt a warmth in his heart.
Others only cared if you flew high; only those who truly cared for you would ask if you were tired from flying.
But he was already a two-faced person now, only telling a partial truth: “It was Lord Dio who deduced Jostar’s location and objective, contacted Her Majesty, and made the plan. I was just an actor following instructions.”
“It was Dio… Our Charles family owes him another debt.”
A flicker of something flashed in Angelina’s eyes.
Roger’s expression was odd. Was he going to receive his sister’s “thank you gift” again?
Ahem, it felt like Dio was about to become the great benefactor of the Charles family!
Angelina also placed her legs on the bed and casually kicked Roger.
“?”
“Oh right, can you move over in the bed?”
“???”
“I’m too lazy to go back to my room. Hurry, I’m so sleepy!”
Roger’s expression stiffened. “Sister, at my age and your age, if this got out…”
“Even if you were eight hundred years old, you’d still be my brother. Get in!”
She pushed Roger forcefully.
Seeing her resolute attitude, Roger reluctantly rolled over, making enough space for Angelina.
He even gave her half of his pillow.
After all, what happened last night was quite unusual, and her sudden clinginess was understandable.
Fortunately, his bed was quite big.
Angelina wore a satisfied expression, like “you know what’s good.” She casually turned off the magic crystal lamp and lay down beside Roger, pulling the blanket over herself as if it were the most natural thing in the world, humming, “Good night.”
“Good night.”
She looked back at Roger’s silhouette, faintly visible in the dim moonlight, and found that the once handsome youth now had a more defined look.
Her despicable younger brother was growing up.
He was taller than his sister now, and perhaps one day he would even be more capable than his sister.
Lost in thought, Angelina’s tightly wound nerves gradually relaxed, and soon she was breathing evenly in her sleep.
She was truly exhausted.
The empire had countless matters to attend to, and then the emotional rollercoaster of the day had been extremely draining.
Roger had always been a late sleeper, and now with someone else in his bed, it felt strangely unfamiliar.
He didn’t know how the original body got along with his sister, but he was an only child.
He had countless wives, but they were all on paper.
This was the first time a girl his age had slept in his bed.
And a very beautiful one at that.
But smelling her pleasant fragrance after her bath, Roger felt no carnal thoughts; instead, he felt a sense of peace.
This was family, wasn’t it?
He gradually felt sleepiness creeping in.
Suddenly, Angelina turned over.
His arm became heavy as Angelina hugged him, and at the same time, a few strands of hair brushed against his face, tickling him.
The key was that her soft, slightly warm body was pressed tightly against him, and he could feel her delicate curves.
Angelina had a slender and well-proportioned figure, but where she should have developed, she was not lacking in nourishment.
Soft and bouncy.
It felt… like a hint of familial affection was about to turn sour…
Suddenly, Angelina’s body trembled, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She mumbled incoherently, “Mom and Dad, don’t go… Little brother, don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you…”
Roger reached out and gently stroked her furrowed brow, understanding that she was having a nightmare.
Suddenly, he realized why Angelina had devoted so much energy to building the welfare institute.
Because she had also been an orphan!
When Count and Countess Charles died, she must have been only seven or eight years old, right?
Despite royal care, for a little girl to support a family with her frail shoulders to this day…
How much hardship and tribulation had she silently endured?
It was likely that after today’s events, Angelina was terrified of losing her last family member and becoming completely alone in the world.
Even if the Duke’s mansion was vast and luxurious, there would always be a part of her heart that remained unfilled.
“Don’t you be afraid either. Now it’s my turn to protect you.”
Roger gently patted her back, whispering softly like coaxing a child.
Angelina seemed to sense this, and her brows gradually relaxed. She no longer held Roger quite so tightly.
After enduring such turmoil for several rounds, he had no other thoughts lingering, and his eyelids grew heavy.
He finally succumbed to a dreamless sleep.
Some emotions were more enduring than fleeting hormones.
PS. Bounty progress (10/41)
