Chapter 300: Chapter 167: Girls Must Guard Their Own Romance (Three in One) _2
Throughout this journey, Shiayar had always protected and nurtured me well, which is why, even though I have now ascended to the Mythical Rank, my nature remains relatively pure and unaffected. Naturally, I couldn’t grasp the implications behind Shiayar’s rambling words. In the end, it all boiled down to having to do chores, right? Serving as a tool isn’t new to me; I have long grown accustomed to it.
On the other hand, Enola remained silent, merely passing the bucket full of water to Shiayar quietly.
Compared to Shiayar’s worries about losing his humanity in the future, she had never wavered for a single moment.
For her, as long as she could remain by Shiayar’s side—
Whether it was sitting beside him atop the lonely Divine Throne, slowly losing touch with humanity,
Or falling into the Abyss along with him, corrupting into an Evil God, Enola truly didn’t care.
She would follow him, from life until death.
Beyond that, Enola didn’t care, nor did she wish to.
"Done."
Two hours later, Shiayar lay down on the sofa in the living room. On the sofa beside him, Silver and Shiny collapsed helplessly as well. Only Jayee, in her Metal Fairy form, remained floating mid-air, flapping her wings made of Undying Metal, staring down discontentedly at the little white ferret and the snub-nosed monkey.
"Big Sis Silver, you slacked off for fifteen minutes, and Shiny, you slacked off for nineteen minutes."
However, facing Jayee’s accusations, neither Silver nor Shiny had the strength to retaliate. As High Order Pet Beasts, their physical fitness was enough to split mountains and crack rocks. Cleaning a mansion should have been child’s play for them and shouldn’t have been this strenuous. But their Beastmaster was simply inhuman.
Under the pretense of "reflecting on hardships to appreciate the good times," he ruthlessly blocked all their Pet Beast skills with the Soul Pact. He even created a gravity field hundreds of times heavier using the skill "Sovereignty Domain," which was derived from the "Heart of the Tyrant." The gravity made every action of theirs extremely difficult, let alone cleaning the entire mansion. Moreover, the gravity field was specifically customized for each individual. Take Silver, who had now advanced to Mythical Rank, for example: the "Sovereignty" Domain’s gravity she had to bear was several times heavier than Shiny’s. The main goal was to push the pets’ potential to the extreme; he was not treating them as beings with feelings.
If Shiayar hadn’t also joined the training in the Sovereignty Domain to lead by example, the Pet Beasts would probably have started chanting, "Your sun is setting, you beast!" and then they would have rebelled by tearing the house apart.
Only the little silver spirit, Crimson, blinked innocently on the side, in good spirits. Before being contracted by Shiayar, it had been a pure training fanatic, somehow managing to train its Slash skill to "Extraordinary Sainthood" proficiency despite only being at the 1st Order. To Crimson, this amount of training was like a drizzle; it completely couldn’t understand why the pampered Silver and Shiny had such poor stress tolerance.
Shiayar didn’t pay too much attention to his Pet Beasts’ squabbles. After resting for a moment, he moved over to Enola’s side. Like Crimson, his childhood friend was also a training fanatic. She had voluntarily joined the Sovereignty Domain training and hadn’t even broken a sweat.
At that moment, Enola was wiping an old silver-white frame on the bookshelf with a piece of paper. It was a magical portrait of Shiayar and Enola when they first arrived in the Empire Capital, depicting their youthful faces, their features still unformed. The boy looked mature beyond his age, with hands in his pockets, while the little girl held his arm, smiling brightly at the camera. Enola wiped the silver-white frame for a long time before placing it on the bedside table in the bedroom.
"At that time, we probably never imagined that, in just a few years, we would achieve as much as we have today," Shiayar remarked with some emotion as he saw the frame, placing his hand on the golden-haired girl’s thigh, which was clothed in white silk.
"But the past is just the past, and we must look forward. We can still create many new memories," he said, enjoying the pleasure of touching her leg, while his other hand snaked up along the golden-haired girl’s soft waist. "We didn’t sleep at all last night. Let’s rest early today."
Upon hearing Shiayar’s suggestion, a flicker of eagerness flashed through Enola’s azure eyes. But quickly, she shifted slightly to evade Shiayar’s restless right hand. "I’ve invited Miss Silvia and Her Majesty the Empress to be our house guests. They should be arriving soon."
"You invited them to be our house guests?" Shiayar asked dubiously.
Although, for that matter, he himself would have wished for nothing more. As the saying goes, the more soldiers, the better. Shiayar, the man who dreamed of writing an "Evaluation Guide to Customs of Exotic Tribes," naturally considered it the more the merrier for these girls. He had already maxed out their affections and was just waiting for the final step. But hearing it from Enola’s mouth always gave Shiayar an uneasy feeling. Wasn’t Ennie always on guard against those women as if they were thieves? Why was she suddenly so proactive and considerate today, starting to look after his carnal happiness?
"It’s nothing. It’s just that over the past ten years, I’ve also come to understand some things," Enola said, her azure eyes fixed intently on Shiayar. "Anyway, no matter how I try to guard against them, Shiayar, you’d still be thinking about them in your heart, right?"
Shiayar nodded.