Chapter 794
This is so damn awesome
“Don’t worry, just go promote yourselves.” Isabelle said lightly, “I should still be some distance away from Fifth Tier… but it won’t be too far. I won’t be dragged down by you too much—and I certainly won’t hold you back—”
—These words, full of confidence and unwavering resolve, were things the “Lulu” Eivass first met would never have dared to say.
Alistair was somewhat dazed. *So much time has passed already…*
“I only recently discovered,” Isabelle said, putting Eivass’s bottled soul back into her chest, “that I actually had the potential for the Path of Love…”
“…What?” Alistair blinked. According to Eivass’s memories from his past life, Isabelle should have been a pure Extraordinary of the Path of Beauty. In this life, under Eivass’s guidance, Isabelle had gradually developed adaptability for the Path of Authority. However, she hadn’t actually stepped into the Path of Authority… She had taken the lead as an example, as a pioneer for the openness of the paths. Isabelle herself was a banner; people were paying attention to her. If she were to become a queen of the Path of Authority, then the policies she promoted might not be effectively implemented. People would say things like, “Look, even Her Majesty the Queen couldn’t help but return to the Path of Authority. The Path of Authority must still be the best choice,” and heave a sigh of relief, returning to their old ways.
Suddenly, Alistair’s eyes widened slightly. She suddenly realized—the power that could revive the barren land of Avalon came from the Flower Power inherited in Isabelle’s bloodline, and the Flower Inheritance she mastered. However, although her mother was the half-elf Enilis Flower, her own strength was not enough. It was highly likely that Isabelle’s mother’s mother, Bettinaydia Flower, was strong enough. However, the elven bloodline within Isabelle was too weak… With only a quarter elven bloodline, the Flower Power within her had never awakened.
And the ritual to purify bloodlines undoubtedly belonged to the Path of Love. In another timeline, Isabelle sacrificed her fertility in that forbidden ritual… and fertility also belonged to the Path of Love. However, generally speaking, merely fertility should not be enough to make a person suddenly become so strong, improving from an ordinary level to the strength to participate in a Heavenly Envoy battle. Unless, what Isabelle sacrificed was not fertility at all… but her entire Path of Love. Or rather, her entire self belonging to the Path of Love—one-ninth of her complete soul! As it turned out, that was the second strongest self, second only to the Path of Beauty. And the ritual itself should be related to Hengwo’s secret art of abandoning the self ten times…
No wonder Isabelle in that timeline became a ruthless, tearless, self-disciplined, and cold Iron Queen. And no wonder Eivass always felt that Isabelle had strong desires and showed considerable proactivity and curiosity in Morgan’s Wonderful Dream House. —This was clearly a vivid manifestation of the Path of Love! It was just that Eivass had never expected Isabelle to develop adaptability to the Path of Love, and thus hadn’t thought in that direction at all.
“Alain.” Isabelle pleaded, “Can you turn into… the appearance of that little girl? The one I saw in my dreams.”
“Do you want to hold me?” Alistair tilted her head and replied with a smile, “It’s not impossible.” She was quite happy now… not because Isabelle was pregnant, nor because Isabelle’s child named “Alistair” was about to be born, but because Eivass would no longer argue with her over this reason.
Then, Alistair’s body suddenly shattered. The “Eivass” who had been holding Isabelle from behind turned into a little girl nestled against her. Isabelle scooped Alistair up, pulled her close, and sniffed her deeply, “I finally see you in reality… So cute! I hope my future child is as cute as you!”
“Be careful! Careful! Don’t squeeze so hard!” Alistair was terrified and dared not move, fearing she might accidentally elbow Isabelle—the body of a Fourth Tier Child of the Moon was almost as strong as a slide tackle into a tank. And Isabelle was, after all, a fragile mage… Morgan’s blessing could only be used once… Once Eivass reached Fifth Tier, her blessing might not be effective. In other words, the child in Isabelle’s belly was essentially a limited-edition item, a limited pool that could basically never be replicated.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Isabelle said lightly. “I’m a Fourth Tier Extraordinary too… Don’t underestimate me. Speaking of which… I have a new understanding of the Mask of Secrets Grimoire. I can now wear other people’s masks. Do you want to try?”
“…So amazing?” Alistair, held in Isabelle’s arms, suddenly became excited. “Let me see!”
“All right.” Isabelle said briskly, reaching out and grabbing at the void. A white mask materialized out of thin air. She then placed the mask on her face. Alistair felt the softness behind her suddenly become hard, and turned back in surprise, “Whose mask is this…”
But soon, Alistair was pressed down by a pair of strong hands and turned over. Her arms were held by Isabelle and pressed onto the bed. She didn’t dare to resist, fearing she might accidentally injure Isabelle.
“This is…” Alistair’s eyes widened. The clothes were the same clothes—but the person inside the pajamas was someone else she was incredibly familiar with. —It was Eivass! Even Alistair herself couldn’t tell if it was Eivass or not. From appearance to physique to aura, even the temperature of their palms was identical…
And not only that—Alistair also clearly sensed a resonance from the “Eivass” opposite her. Although the real Eivass was still asleep in the Church, Isabelle was playing the role of the real body of Pope Eivass! This allowed her to escape her fragile body and directly gain a more powerful physical strength.
“Wait, wait…” Alistair’s face instantly turned red. She turned her head away and whispered, “These clothes are too weird… When did I ever wear this kind of women’s clothing!”
“—Why have you become ‘me’ at this time?” the “Eivass” said leisurely. “Aren’t you Alistair?”
“I…” Alistair was speechless for a moment. Then, while still astride Alistair, Eivass reached out and removed the semi-transparent pajamas that belonged to Isabelle, tossing them aside onto the floor. He held the bottled soul at his chest, a slight smile on his lips. “You want this, right?”
“…You can sense it?” Alistair wasn’t too surprised.
“Because I noticed your gaze.” Isabelle, playing Eivass, said gently. “I know what kind of look Eivass has when he wants something. Since Eivass gave this to me, it should belong to me, right? So if I want to give it away again, I should be able to… right?”
“…Yes!” Alistair nodded forcefully.
“Eivass” smiled, took off his necklace, and placed the bottled soul on the small round table by the bed. “Then it’s yours. As for why, I won’t ask.”
Alistair was about to reach for it when her wrist was again grabbed by Eivass and raised above her head.
“However, before that…” Isabelle said slowly. She realized what Isabelle intended to do.
“…Wait, wait, this is no good! This is too weird!” Alistair felt her brain burning. “This is my own body… but… I am also myself… but you are you… Our relationship…” If this had happened in Star Antinomy, Alistair would probably have been ecstatic—but less than half a day after leaving Star Antinomy, the chaotic and urgent desires that filled her brain had already dissipated. The current Alistair was completely lacking in the madness and greed she had in Star Antinomy… She was even a little shy.
“So, you don’t like it?” Eivass’s gentle voice echoed in her ears, and at this moment, Alistair imagined Isabelle’s voice in her mind. “If you’re unwilling, I certainly won’t force you.” —These words were exactly like Eivass’s.
“But…” Alistair hesitated to speak, but still closed her mouth stubbornly. She closed her eyes in a state of despair, her head tilting slightly to the side. Her most beloved Eivass and Eivass’s most beloved Isabelle overlapped… This was something the Alistair, who possessed the Path of Love, could not resist. She was even somewhat expectant.
At this moment, Eivass, in the space between reality and the Dream Realm, sensed that his body had merged with Isabelle’s consciousness. As long as he wished, he could descend his consciousness into this body at any time, as if it were his own avatar. The moment he transferred his consciousness, he clearly saw Alistair and felt the softness and warmth of Alistair’s skin in his hands.
“…Your Path of Love.” Eivass shook his head helplessly. Perhaps he could understand it before, but Eivass, who had now stripped away the Path of Love, looked like his two daughters were fooling around. For a moment, he couldn’t sort out this complicated relationship. —This is so damn awesome. Awesome in the “Winter Solstice” sense.
Eivass’s body then spoke again, “Don’t you like it, Eivass? If I’m not mistaken, the other you, who is called ‘Eivass,’ probably won’t exist for much longer, right? That which is separated will eventually return, like a closed ring, the beginning is also the end… I am a greedy and jealous woman, Eivass. I fear loneliness and am afraid of being abandoned. Therefore, I don’t want to share even a sliver of you; I want to possess you completely. But at the same time, I don’t want you to have any regrets.” Isabelle lowered her head slightly, pressing her forehead against Alistair’s. “So, as long as I participate too. To Eivass, I am Alistair; to Alistair, I am Eivass. I am a twin mirror, reflecting a love that will never be reconciled, but is complementary in its essence…”
“Eivass” murmured softly, his pupils filled with emerald green radiance—Eivass’s originally sapphire blue pupils were now as serene and pure as a lake surface, like a mirror. *Bless me, twin mirror.* Isabelle thought to herself. *Let me become a mirror… capable of bearing light and love.* She slowly released her grip on Alistair and gently embraced her instead. She rested Eivass’s chin on her head, letting Alistair’s warm breath flow down along her collarbone.
“—I love you, Eivass.” Her final words seemed to be spoken by two people to two people at the same time. Although there was only one voice, it seemed to create an echo.
(End of Chapter)
