Lily's voice came clearly from the door: "Would you like to put it on first and try it on?"
"OK."
Aiwass agreed and got up to open the door.
When the door opened, a familiar figure suddenly crashed into his arms like a small cannonball.
Isabel, wearing an elf-style short skirt that facilitates movement, jumped up lightly.
She wrapped her hands around Aiwass's neck and jumped up with the power of a light jump, causing her toes to lift off the ground.
"Did you miss me?"
Isabel said with a smile, and the white leather shoes naturally slid down after running out of jumping power, and lightly stepped on Aiwass's instep.
But Aiwass didn't feel much weight from Isabel.
She stood lightly on tiptoes, looking as cute and cute as a fairy. Even though there were no wings visible behind her, she seemed to be able to rest on a blooming flower like this.
He stretched out his hand in surprise and subconsciously touched Isabel's cheek. But even so, he did not feel the trace of the connection between the mask and her cheek.
Isabel did not avoid it, but pouted and moved her face closer to let Aiwass examine the details more carefully.
She joked: "If you can find traces with just a touch like this, then the Puppet Tantra is too useless."
Aiwass looked at Lily, who was quietly holding the cardinal's robe at the door, her presence as low as a phantom, and suddenly said: "This is... Selene?"
"She was so restless that she ate half of the ham in the kitchen without me looking at her. The same goes for sausages - the most hateful thing is that she only took one or two bites of each item. Not only could she not hold it down if it was stained with saliva,
, and no one else can eat it."
Lily's expression was serious, half admonishing and half complaining: "Why don't we let her be quiet for a while first."
Obviously, the separation between Lily and Selene is different from the pattern of Aiwass and Huantiansi. Their memories are interconnected.
In other words, Selene definitely knows these common sense of life and is not an innocent and ignorant child.
——She gnawed everything in the kitchen with clear knowledge of this common sense. This behavior is also easy to understand, just like a child licking the ice cream she bought evenly around it to prevent
My friend shared the same bite. She had already eaten like this, so these things could only be left to her.
"Why don't you give the child more food?"
Isabel took two steps back and jumped lightly from Aiwass's feet.
She patted Aiwass's chest gently and complained in a low voice: "I remember you said that the child calls you daddy... You can't let the child go hungry."
This slap on the chest seemed like a small reproach.
But Aiwass knew that she was actually just curious about the real feel of the huge gem on her chest. Because in the dream world, it was just a shadow, and Isabel had not really touched it yet.
——Yes, the two of them finally met again in my dream last night.
In addition to being happy, Aiwass and Isabel also shared what happened with each other.
Aiwass is quite pleased with Isabel's growth - now it seems that there is no need for him to be busy in Avalon. Isabel, who is now fully awakened, is already a decent queen as a competent queen.
As political creatures, ministers are very sensitive.
They are as keen as small animals before an earthquake: they can sense any disturbance before others notice it. Speculating on the monarch is naturally also an important part - to put it simply, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They are too aware.
After understanding the monarch's attitude and determination, when Isabel became completely firm, her opinions would no longer encounter obstacles.
This is also the commonality of those who are extraordinary on the path to authority.
After all, the essence of the authoritarian path contains some traces of the transcendent path.
Aiwass encouraged Isabel and also learned about Isabel's progress in practicing the "Puppet Tantra". When he learned that Isabel was very confident, he invited Isabel to watch the Pope's succession ceremony.
This is a truly "once in a few hundred years" spectacle.
Although almost the entire Theocracy can watch the "live broadcast", the live broadcast is definitely different from the scene.
——For example, even if the Spring Festival Gala has become a one-on-one show, if you are lucky enough to be able to watch it live, it will still be very interesting and honorable.
Aiwass especially likes to join in this kind of fun, and is keen to bring people around him to join in the fun.
Shylock made it clear that he did not plan to read it anymore because he planned to continue studying hard and delving into the tantra book... This kind of excitement was a boring waste of time for him.
And Isabel accepted Aiwass's invitation and "teleported" to the Theocracy through the mask previously sent through the church.
"I didn't give her less to eat..."
Aiwass shook his head, and for a moment he had the wonderful illusion that "my wife came home from a business trip and blamed herself for starving the child."
Seeing that Isabel continued to reach out, reaching under her collar to rub the huge emerald, Aiwass finally couldn't hold himself any longer and reached out to push her hand back.
"What's the matter," Isabel said reluctantly, "don't you try on the clothes?"
Since confirming her relationship with Aiwass, Isabel has become more bold and enthusiastic.
Aiwass just reminded: "But you are using Selene's body now...your consciousness, your mask, has descended on the body of Selene's child. So is this considered you or Selene?"
Woolen cloth?"
"Of course you count me in."
Isabel answered without hesitation.
Her eyes were shining like stars, without any wavering.
"...What if you make a mask for someone else, and then let that person come to your body? Does that count as another person different from you?"
"No, that's me too."
Isabel said with a smile, her narrowed eyes reminiscent of a cunning kitten: "Whether it's my body or my consciousness - it's undoubtedly me. Because I am Isabel, the Queen of Avalon...because
I am the one who controls these masks."
The awe-inspiring aura on her body surprised Aiwass.
Is this... the adaptability of the authoritarian path?
"Such a double standard?"
Aiwass asked jokingly.
And Isabel just hummed, and then she stuck to Aiwass again: "Hmm, do you like it?"
"like."
Looking at Isabel, who had become much more domineering after not seeing her for half a month, but was so attached to him, Aiwass unexpectedly felt a sense of pride.
——I brought this child out with my own hands!
"By the way. If it's your mask that's put on, or if I ask you to put on my mask...then it can be you."
Isabel whispered in Aiwass's ear: "You play me...or I play you."
