Chapitre 69: Chapter 68: Painting Nail Polish?
"Lady Agnes, welcome to my homeland."
Char stood in the sky, standing beside Miss Witch, and spoke softly.
The highly modern city, constructed of reinforced concrete, that stood before them was the miracle he wanted to showcase to her.
When Ember first saw this scene, as a semi-divine being, she was completely shocked.
Similarly, despite being a deity, Miss Witch had never experienced worldly changes while trapped in the Abyss Palace for thousands of years. She spent her days reading books in that confined space, imagining things she had never seen before.
If one has not actually seen or had a concrete understanding, it is impossible to create things from imagination.
Moreover, this scene before them was a dimensional impact from a parallel world.
Therefore, Miss Witch was somewhat stunned by the scene before her.
Her fair and slender fingers twisted together lightly, as if unsure of what to make of the sight before her.
Although in the outside world, all it took was a wave of her hand to engulf the entire city in black mist and bring everything to an end, at this moment, a deep reverence from the depths of her soul towards another great civilization unexpectedly arose.
Sensing Miss Witch's emotional fluctuation, Char didn't speak but instead lightly snapped his fingers.
As a god-like existence in the realm of consciousness, he could achieve instantaneous teleportation simply by thinking about it.
Agnes felt a momentary blur before she and Char appeared on a pedestrian walkway in the city.
Surrounding them were hurried pedestrians wearing strange yet bold clothing. On the nearby main road, peculiar vehicles were constantly moving back and forth. Although there were no horse-drawn carriages, they were surprisingly fast and smooth.
This... was his hometown?
The shift from the aerial view to being present in the city gave Agnes a sense of reality, even though strictly speaking, this place could only be considered a dream.
"What is this place called?" she asked after a moment, regaining her composure and returning to her usual tranquility and silence.
"It's called 'Mage City,'" Char replied. "Shall I take you around for a little tour?"
Miss Witch nodded gently.
So they walked along the edge of the sidewalk side by side.
There were quite a few passersby around, and occasionally someone would cast a glance at them, seemingly captivated by Agnes's beauty.
"..."
Agnes frowned imperceptibly.
She hadn't seen this many humans in thousands of years. Despite considering herself a seasoned recluse, she didn't have social anxiety. However, after such a long time, it still felt a bit strange to reintegrate into human society.
Especially as an evil god.
Seeing her expression, Char explained, "After all, this is the realm of consciousness. Although it looks lifelike, they are merely manifested appearances and do not possess the ability to think for themselves."
In reality, even within the realm of consciousness, it was somewhat challenging for Char to maintain the perfect functioning of a city. So he granted Ember partial access to his memories and taught her the simulation methods for many details, allowing her to control the city in his place.
Of course, if he wished, he could easily revoke that authority with a single thought.
Upon hearing this, Agnes nodded gently.
And so, the two of them strolled quietly along the streets. Char, as if transported back to his childhood, carefully stepped on the edge of the curb, his hands outstretched for balance.
Agnes watched him, gradually feeling more relaxed.
When they reached the end of the road, traffic lights and an intersection appeared before them.
Char pondered for a moment and said, "Would you like to try one of the transportation vehicles here?"
Agnes furrowed her brows lightly and gazed at the vehicles playing on the road. "Although they are quite different from carriages... overall, they aren't anything novel."
After all, both carriages and these vehicles were enclosed spaces using alternative power sources instead of human labor.
Little did she know, Char mysteriously shook his head. "No, no, no. It's not that kind of transportation."
Saying that, he reached out his hand to Agnes.
Miss Witch subconsciously thought that Char needed her power to materialize that transportation vehicle, so without much thought, she gently held Char's hand.
But then she suddenly realized something and discreetly withdrew her hand.
She looked at Char calmly without saying a word.
Char smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I subconsciously thought this was the outside world."
Then, he snapped his fingers, and instantly, a brand-new bicycle appeared in front of them, catching Miss Witch's puzzled gaze with its shiny exterior.
A transportation vehicle without external propulsion, how should one ride it?
Moreover, it seemed like there wasn't even a seat to sit on.
Just as she was getting confused, Char took a step forward and straddled the leather seat. Then he pointed to the back seat and said, "You can sit here."
"Sit... here?"
Miss Witch looked at the back seat made of a metal frame and instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Accustomed to sitting on sofas and velvet chairs, Agnes couldn't imagine herself coming into contact with such a cold, hard object.
"I can teleport."
Miss Witch pondered for a moment and discreetly refused.
Char smiled and said, "You forgot, this is my realm of consciousness, and your presence here is just a projection of your consciousness. Your authority has been greatly diminished."
Agnes was taken aback for a moment, then averted her gaze.
She suddenly realized that she had agreed too readily to Char's invitation, without even questioning the basics.
It was as if she subconsciously believed that the young man before her wouldn't harm her.
She took a deep breath, remained silent for a moment, and adjusted her white dress slightly. Then, following Char's instructions, she sat on the back seat.
Her small feet, wrapped in high-heeled sandals, slightly lifted off the ground, tapping lightly for support.
"You... never mind," Char looked at Miss Witch.
With her knees slightly together and her legs apart, revealing slender, white legs, Agnes gently intertwined her hands, placing them on her thighs.
Char had intended to remind her, but after considering Miss Witch's personality, he decided not to speak up proactively.
"Are you settled? Let's go!" Char lifted his leg and stepped on the pedal.
A gentle breeze brushed Agnes's fair and exquisite profile, lifting her black hair slightly. As her legs left the support of the ground, she instinctively reached out and held onto Char's waist.
"..."
Feeling the peculiar transportation vehicle with two wheels swaying but moving steadily on the road, Agnes wanted to retract her hand but felt that she might fall off the bike in the next moment.
She suddenly felt caught in a dilemma.
She looked up and glanced at the slender figure of the young man in front of her, not knowing what to say.
However, Char seemed to overlook the movement of Agnes's hand. He slightly turned his head with interest and spoke, "Madam, shall I plan the rest of the journey?"
"Agnes..." Miss Witch hesitated for a moment, "Just call me by my name if we're only here."
Perhaps in order to blend into the atmosphere of the city, or perhaps because she saw herself as an ordinary woman with little power, Miss Witch spoke out of character.
"Um..."
Char hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
After a while, Char, pedaling the bicycle, whispered, "Ag... Agnes..."
Char.
In a place he couldn't see, Miss Witch's expression remained calm as she silently responded in her mind.
After asking Octavia about Char's name, it was something Agnes had wanted to do.
...
"Where is this?"
As Agnes lightly stepped on the ground from the back seat of the bicycle, her previously anxious heart suddenly felt at ease.
She gazed at the shop-like place in front of her and asked.
"This is a clothing store," Char propped up the bicycle and stood next to Miss Witch. "We still maintain the appearance of the outside world here, and we might stand out a bit. So let's buy some clothes first."
Actually, Agnes was fine with her white dress and high heels. They weren't too unusual.
But perhaps due to some strange psychological reason, Char felt that her outfit was too conservative. He wanted to see how modern fashion elements would collide with Miss Witch and what kind of spark it would create.
"Welcome."
She silently followed behind Char and entered the simply decorated clothing store.
"Your girlfriend is really beautiful, like a natural clothes hanger. Would you like to try our newly launched styles?"
Although she knew that everything and everyone here was artificial, Miss Witch still felt uncomfortable with the enthusiastic salesperson.
Moreover, there was a term that caught her attention.
"What does 'girlfriend' mean?" She approached Char a little closer and asked softly.
"Um... it's a special term used in my hometown," Char remained silent for a moment. "It refers to a relationship with an opposite-sex friend that is somewhat more than just friends. The kind of friend you can go out and have fun with."
"Hmm."
Miss Witch's confusion was resolved, and she nodded slightly.
I am Char's girlfriend?
That's quite novel.
Agnes silently thought to herself.
If it were her former self, she would never have believed that she would become friends with a weak human in the future.
But now, things strangely happened right before her eyes.
Char wiped off a bead of sweat and, seeing that he had managed to deceive her, pointed to a set of clothes in the display cabinet, saying, "Bring that over for her to try on."
"Alright, sir."
The salesperson left and returned with a set of clothes and a pair of shoes.
Char pointed to a small cubicle in the distance and said, "That's the fitting room. Change into the clothes inside."
Upon hearing this, Miss Witch glanced at him with confusion.
After a moment, she whispered, "Alone?"
Well, of course.
Should I also check on her physical development?
Of course, Char couldn't possibly say such words.
"The curse of the Goddess shouldn't extend to my realm of consciousness."
After some thought, Char replied.
Miss Witch was taken aback for a moment, then she silently took the clothes from the salesperson's hand and turned to leave.
After entering the fitting room, Agnes let out a deep sigh.
Perhaps she had been overwhelmed by today's events, causing her to forget even the most basic things.
Would he think that I'm relying on him?
Agnes furrowed her brows lightly, feeling displeased with her recent display of vulnerability.
After a small internal struggle, Agnes gazed at the full-length mirror in front of her and gently loosened the tie of her dress from her shoulders.
The fabric slowly glided over her fair and graceful body, falling to the ground.
Then, Agnes shifted her gaze to the set of clothes she had hastily received earlier.
Instantly, an expression of surprise appeared on her face.
Why... Why is it so revealing?
.....
Ten minutes later, the fitting room door was pushed open slightly.
A fair and slender hand reached out, but the person seemed to be unable to face reality and stayed hidden behind the door.
Char, who had been watching, paused for a moment and then took a few steps forward, whispering, "Is there anything you need help with?"
"It's too revealing..."
Agnes's voice, cold yet tinged with hesitation, came from behind the door.
Upon hearing this, Char smiled and said, "This is our fashion style here. In reality, when walking on the street, no one will look at you with strange eyes."
"..."
After a moment of silence, Agnes finally walked out of the fitting room.
Char's eyes lit up as he looked at Miss Witch, who had completely transformed her style.
At this moment, Agnes was wearing a slightly oversized white blouse, with the fabric at the waist tightened into a knot, revealing a small portion of her slender waist and a cute navel.
The lower half of her body was slightly daring, with denim shorts that barely reached the top of her thighs tightly hugging her voluptuous curves. Her two slender and well-proportioned legs were flawless and fair, and her fair feet adorned a pair of wedge sandals.
Overall, it was a style that fell between urban chic and youthful girl.
There was a hint of youthful beauty amidst her maturity.
This transformation also successfully turned the previously ageless Miss Witch into a young girl.
"Wow, your girlfriend is absolutely stunning!" The female salesperson's eyes brightened as she approached, applauding repeatedly. "I feel like she looks so much better than the celebrity models signed by the brand!"
As she spoke, she even pointed to the Western models on the promotional posters.
Char looked at the blonde girl on the poster and couldn't help but sneer.
In terms of appearance, Miss Witch leaned more towards a combination of Asian and European features, with black hair and black eyes, but her facial features were relatively three-dimensional, without any sense of disharmony.
And when it came to her figure, she easily outshone them by miles!
With these thoughts in mind, Char couldn't help but shift his gaze to Miss Witch's chest.
Then he blinked slightly.
He quickly looked around and realized that besides the female salesperson, there was no one else. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Even in the realm of consciousness, he cared about such matters.
Then Char blocked Miss Witch's path and whispered, "Um... Are you not wearing underwear?"
"Underwear?"
Miss Witch looked at him with a puzzled expression, chewing on the word.
It seemed that in the era before Miss Witch was sealed, human society hadn't evolved such convenient things for women.
Upon careful consideration, when he first met Miss Witch, she had only condensed a tattered black veil with black mist to wear, seemingly without any other awareness of protecting her body.
So Char cleared his throat gently and explained this matter to Miss Witch.
She was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to accept the reality, and then deeply lowered her head.
Her black hair concealed her current expression.
After a while, Agnes reached out to cover her chest and walked slowly back to the fitting room.
...
"Sir, we recommend matching your girlfriend with some dark-colored nail polish and lipstick, as the overall style of the clothing leans towards light colors and a forest theme, which can enhance the sense of layering."
While Miss Witch was putting on her underwear, the female salesperson started recommending to Char.
Seeing that Char didn't seem to understand much about this issue, the female salesperson pursed her lips and smiled, "If you need, we can provide matching cosmetics and makeup artists here."
"Not necessary for now."
Char shook his head.
Miss Witch was already incredibly beautiful, and makeup would only conceal her natural beauty. That much Char was certain of.
Besides, even if it was a woman, Miss Witch probably wouldn't agree to let someone touch her face.
So far, she had only agreed to physical contact with Char.
However...
Char thought for a moment and said, "Um, nail polish and lipstick, if there are any recommendations, give me a set."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
"What are nail polish and lipstick?"
Just at that moment, Agnes's voice came through.
She changed into her underwear and walked out of the fitting room with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
Char looked at Miss Witch's slender fingers and cute fair toes, with a natural light pink color on her nails.
Char patiently explained to her.
Deep in thought, Miss Witch nodded.
She hadn't expected that human women in this world would go to such lengths to enhance their appearance.
After thinking for a moment, she didn't seem to object and quietly waited with Char for the female salesperson.
After a while, the salesperson returned with a small branded paper bag in her hand.
"Here, this lip gloss and nail polish are the recommended combination by the brand. The models in the posters use them."
After the female salesperson finished speaking, she quietly left, giving the couple some time.
Since items from the sea of consciousness couldn't be brought into reality, and Miss Witch had no awareness of them, they couldn't manifest.
Therefore, Char took out the lipstick and nail polish and said, "Do you want to try them now?"
Miss Witch stared at the sparkling sakura-colored liquid in the transparent glass bottle and furrowed her brows slightly. "How... do I use them?"
Char thought for a moment and felt that she might not be able to apply them openly in public.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered, "Do you want me to help you?"
"Okay."
Without much thought, Agnes nodded.
She then walked back to the fitting room and sat on the chair inside.
Nail polish, from the name, seemed to be related to the feet.
Agnes looked at her own pair of snowy fair feet without hesitation. She slowly pulled them out from her sandals and raised them in front of Char.
Her feet had been touched or seen by Char many times before, so she didn't find it a big deal anymore.
She didn't even have any resistance towards it.
Char found a small stool and sat at a slightly lower position than Miss Witch. He gently held her warm and delicate sole, which had incredibly smooth skin as white as snow.
Her toes were slender, tightly arranged and slightly curled inward, revealing a hint of conservative shyness.
The phrase "golden lotus in three inches" from the previous life was the perfect description.
Char gently unscrewed the nail polish cap, dipped the small brush into the sakura-colored nail polish, and then said, "Shall I... start?"
"Yes."
As if feeling her foot being gently enveloped by a warm hand, even the scent and sensation fully grasped, Miss Witch's reply carried a slight tremor.
Actually, I'm not really into feet... Well, forget it, I guess I am.
Char couldn't help but think shamelessly as he gazed at Miss Witch's delicate and beautiful foot.
Fragrant.
From any perspective, it was true.
...
Royal Capital, Radiant Church, Inquisition Court.
"Why have you come to see me?"
Looking at the beautiful woman in moon-white mage robes before him, High Inquisitor Nidro frowned.
It had been a whole week since the event of the ancient gods' revival.
During this week, he had been busy dealing with various matters.
Not only that, but he had also dispatched people to vigorously investigate matters related to the mysterious individual.
As the savior of the royal capital, the mysterious person carried the aura of three deities simultaneously. Did this indicate that the agents of the gods would once again descend upon the land and wield their power?
It was an urgent signal.
As a devout follower of the Radiance, Nidro had not detected the presence of the Goddess of Light during the events of that day.
And now, seeing Mevis approach him, he felt somewhat annoyed.
"Do you have any results?"
Mevis asked.
Clearly, she was inquiring about information regarding the mysterious person.
"So what if there is?" Nidro furrowed his brow. "Are you and the people behind you planning something against him?"
"I tell you, even though we don't know the true identity of that person, he is the hero who saved the empire and prevented the descent of the evil gods. He is also favored by the divine beings."
"If you want to make a move against him, you should carefully consider whether you and the people behind you are qualified."
Upon hearing this, Mevis chuckled lightly. "Why would I do such a thing?"
"Heh, as someone trusted by His Majesty, there's nothing you wouldn't do," Nidro shook his head. "I really don't understand why His Majesty believes the nonsense you promise."
"As for what you promised, I can guess it's something like eternal life or the like."
"It seems there are no results." Mevis smiled in response to his sarcasm, paying no attention to it. "Then perhaps you should listen to my speculation."
"During the events of that day, you should have felt a strong presence of the Moon Goddess, right?"
This statement furrowed Nidro's brow.
After contemplating for a moment, he answered in a low voice, "Are you referring to... the Red Moon Church?"
Mevis nodded. "Since the investigation has reached a deadlock, and the only clue related to the Blood Moon is that young man, why not start from there?"
"Perhaps this event, the mysterious person who saved the capital, is connected to the Red Moon Church and Mansfield."
"And from what I know, that young man named Char hasn't appeared at the academy for nearly two weeks... Perhaps he wasn't involved in this matter, but he definitely has a strong connection to the Red Moon Church."
After leaving these words, Mevis didn't say much more. She disappeared within the Inquisition Court.
Her relationship with Nidro was somewhat complicated, as she could be considered half an enemy and half an ally.
So at this moment, she reminded him in a roundabout way.
And this speculation was quite reasonable.
Unfortunately, they didn't know that the hero who saved the capital and the heretical young man they mentioned in connection with the Red Moon Church were actually the same person.
High Inquisitor Nidro sat at his desk, lost in deep thought for a long time.
Finally, he called for his secretary.
"Cornwell, you handle this matter," he said wearily, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples. "Issue a warrant and apprehend that young man as soon as possible, but don't be too rough and don't harm him."
"After capturing him, check if he bears the symbolic Blood Moon mark."
"If he doesn't, let him go."
"But if he does..."
A sinister glint flashed in Nidro's eyes.
At this moment, he remembered the night of the Blood Moon massacre, where countless comrades had died miserably at the hands of Mansfield.
"Then let him face the judgment of the Radiance's holy fire beneath the Pillar of Faith, amidst the scorn of the people."
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