Chapter 301: Chapter 167: Girls Must Guard Their Own Romance (Three in One)_3
Whether it was Silvia or Isadella, they both held a place in his heart. He couldn’t let go, nor did he want to.
Enola toyed with the pale-golden tips of her hair. "So, I think rather than being on tenterhooks all day, guarding against it, it would be better to simply make those matters and competitions completely transparent. According to the rules of the supernatural world, when two Beastmasters encounter something they both like and aren’t willing to give up, the natural course is to have a showdown.
"However, if I really were to fight Miss Silvia, or Empress Isadella—no matter who wins or loses in the end, no matter who gets hurt—Shiayar, you would definitely feel distressed, wouldn’t you?"
Shiayar thought for a moment and nodded. "To be more precise, unless you all teamed up to incapacitate me, none of what you said, Ennie, could possibly happen."
Enola blinked her beautiful, sky-blue eyes. "Yes... Although I’m not so willing to admit it.
"But just by listening to what you, Shiayar, have shared with me in the Garden of Eden about your past with Miss Silvia and Empress Isadella, I can tell—they, too, care about you very much.
"It’s precisely because they care about you so much that even though they both secretly wanted to have you all to themselves, they’ve still been enduring it. After that banquet, and before we returned from the Garden of Eden, Miss Silvia clearly had the absolute advantage in strength. Yet, she never relied on her status or power to force you to do anything, Shiayar. She feared making you uncomfortable, feared making you sad. More than her own desires and emotions, she cares about your feelings."
The blonde girl swept a strand of hair from her temple. "It seems that compared to Miss Silvia, I still lack some magnanimity. The me who hasn’t experienced these past ten years is, compared to Silvia, still more concerned with my own possessiveness. That puts me at a disadvantage."
A faint smile touched Enola’s beautiful, pale face. "Whereas the so-called ’elegantly supportive wife’ should always have the confidence and composure to be first in her partner’s heart."
My Ennie, where did you learn these pronouncements worthy of a first wife? Shiayar couldn’t help but inwardly criticize.
In the Garden of Eden these past ten years, having nothing better to do, Shiayar had used his now vast, ocean-like spiritual power to forcibly copy every book he had read in his previous life. The types of books among them were extremely varied, including serious classics such as "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "The Three Musketeers." Naturally, there were also less serious erotic novels, such as "Brave Abin," which was still displayed on Su Lun’s bookshelf. Even scripts from melodramatic TV shows he had watched when he was very young in his previous life were included. Heaven knows what kind of strange things his little wife read during those ten years in the Garden of Eden.
Just then, Shiayar heard Enola’s voice deepen slightly. "But—there are some things that I cannot concede."
RUSTLE—
The faint sound of flapping wings traveled from the far end of the sky. Shiayar looked up just in time to see the twilight outside the window obscure the sunlight, shrouding the entire sky. And there, at the end of the sky, was a huge Mythical Rank Crowned Griffon breaking through the air.
On the broad back of the Crowned Griffon, the new Queen of the Empire, dressed in a black and crimson military uniform, crossed her arms over her chest. The small residence at Osmanthus Street No. 32 grew larger in her crimson eyes. Behind Isadella, the Succubus Queen, in a pure white dress, pressed down her skirt that billowed in the high-altitude winds, standing quietly by her side.
After a few breaths, the Crowned Griffon landed in the courtyard of the residence. Isadella leaped down from its back, and Dyres followed closely behind her.
She extended a pale hand and snapped her fingers lightly. "Thank you for your hard work. Return to the Royal Palace, and come pick me up tomorrow morning."
The next moment, the black Mythical Rank Crowned Griffon took off, heading towards the Royal Palace. As it flew, the huge Crowned Griffon occasionally looked back, a surprising flash of relief in its fierce, beastly eyes. As one of Isadella’s earliest Pet Beasts and a true old guard, it knew a considerable number of secrets. It had even accompanied Isadella in the Soul Pact Space during her last visit to Osmanthus Street No. 32.
And this familiar location—
As well as the man its mistress couldn’t stop thinking about.
Plus Isadella’s implicit instruction to "come pick me up tomorrow morning."
In other words, Her Majesty isn’t returning to the Royal Palace tonight...
For a moment, the Crowned Griffon was moved to tears. Could it be that its mistress, who had been single for 1,030 years, was finally about to end her singlehood?
Isadella and Dyres entered Shiayar’s living room. At that very moment, CRACK—the frozen twilight shattered.
It was not a spiritual manifestation like the previous white cat. This time, it was the Gray-Silver Witch herself, arriving from the White Tower’s main spire.
Isadella nodded to the Gray-Silver Witch beside her. "Miss Silvia." She then naturally sat down on the sofa in the living room.
During the last Lantern Festival, she had visited as a guest and had a casual meal prepared by Shiayar. But now, the Silver-haired Empress’s every move carried the demeanor of the lady of this residence, imbued with a brisk and commanding presence.