58 Chapter 57: The Curse of the Goddess

"This is a gas stove, which consumes more energy compared to a magically powered flame stove, but it has its pros and cons."

"This is tissue paper. Look, it's so lightweight and convenient, ready to use anytime."

"This is a showerhead that releases water flow for cleaning the body. And these are shampoo and shower gel."

"This is a walk-in closet, a place to store clothes. Hey, this... This is the school uniform I wore in high school."

"This is a computer. Unfortunately, I don't play games much, and I can't connect to the internet now."

"And this is..."

As Char spoke, he led Miss Witch on a tour of his home, introducing various everyday items to her.

Of course, it wasn't just an introduction; it was also a recollection and organization of past memories.

Those long-forgotten memories gradually resurfaced in his mind.

Miss Witch remained silent, quietly following behind him, never leaving his side. Sometimes, she would silently gaze at a particular item of interest, and other times, she would space out into the air.

Throughout, she held a box of strawberry ice cream in her hands.

...

After scraping away the last spoonful, Miss Witch paused for a moment, gently swallowing the melted sticky liquid in her mouth, then glanced at Char.

Upon noticing that he was enthusiastically introducing the details of the house, Agnes subtly moved her finger.

The box trembled slightly, and the ice cream, which had been completely eaten, was once again replenished.

After a while, Char turned around, still wanting more, and looked at Miss Witch, then glanced at the ice cream in the box.

"Why does it feel like there's more?"

Char blinked his eyes.

Miss Witch put down the spoon in her hand and spoke in a cold voice, "I eat slowly."

"Oh, okay," Char replied without suspecting anything, nodding his head.

Then, his gaze fell on a corner, his eyes brightened, and he walked over with big strides.

In that corner, there was a large box that appeared to be an unopened package.

After opening the box and seeing its contents, Char felt somewhat disappointed because the box was empty, indicating that Miss Witch's manifestation hadn't reproduced that particular detail.

"Um..."

Char's gaze drifted towards Miss Witch.

Agnes looked at the ice cream she was holding, pondered for a moment, then put down the spoon and took two steps forward, wearing pink cotton slippers.

She calmly held Char's hand.

With the familiar ripple effect, the object inside the box appeared before Char and Miss Witch.

Char chuckled lightly, then let go of her hand, turned around, and faced her.

"Miss Agnes, allow me to ceremoniously introduce to you one of the most outstanding inventions in human history." As he spoke, Char bent down and took out the item from the delivery box. "At least, it's what I personally consider to be one of the most outstanding inventions."

"It is called a foot spa massager!"

"No one can resist a foot spa massager, just like no one can resist piloting a Gundam."

Char said with enthusiasm.

"..."

After looking at the foot spa massager in Char's hands with its dark and dirty exterior, she looked at Char.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that this guy was very childish.

While watching him, Miss Witch scooped up a spoonful of strawberry ice cream and put it in her mouth.

Seeing her indifferent reaction, Char smiled faintly.

Allow me to show you the wonders of 21st-century human technology and be amazed beyond measure!

With this thought in mind, Char said, "Would you like to give it a try?"

Miss Witch shook her head.

"That's a marvelous sensation you've never experienced before. I believe that after trying it once, you'll completely fall in love with it."

Char skillfully enticed her.

Perhaps the idea of experiencing a "marvelous sensation she had never experienced before" struck a chord with Miss Witch. With the intention of leaving behind more memories, she pondered for a moment and finally nodded gently.

"You sit on the couch over there, the one in front of the television."

Char pointed and then ran to the bathroom with the foot spa massager in his arms.

Gazing at his back, Miss Witch held the ice cream and slowly walked over to the side of the couch, adjusting her dress before sitting down.

In an instant, an unprecedented softness and comfort enveloped her entire body.

Miss Witch suddenly became greatly interested in the "human technology" that Char had mentioned.

She glanced in the direction of the bathroom, then reached out her hand and gently patted the surface of the couch, as if comparing it to her own red velvet chair.

The conclusion was an overwhelming victory in all aspects.

"..."

Miss Witch furrowed her brows slightly.

After sitting on such a plush couch, perhaps she could never go back to her previous way of living.

Recalling the events that had taken place from earlier until now, she let out a soft sigh, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

It seemed that as long as Char was present, the experiences she had gone through were more interesting than the monotonous daily life she had lived for tens of thousands of years sealed in the palace.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

When Char appeared in the living room again, he was holding a black foot spa massager filled with water.

The hot water in the basin rippled, and steam slowly rose.

Placing the basin of water next to Miss Witch's pink slippers, Char squatted down and adjusted the settings on top.

"You can take off your slippers and put your feet in here," Char said as he tinkered with the controls, his head lowered.

In fact, Miss Witch had mentally prepared herself after hearing the name of this contraption.

Moreover, for Agnes, Char had seen her feet so many times, even touched them, so her psychological threshold had significantly lowered.

Her fair and tender bare feet emerged from the slippers, and her delicate toes gently tapped before slowly submerging into the basin. They resembled two cute little white fish swimming in the water, becoming even more attractive with the gentle ripples.

Miss Witch had beautiful feet, a fact even Char admitted.

The arch of her foot was elegant, her skin fair, the soles smooth and tender, and her toes arranged neatly and closely, like pristine seashells. Every part was perfectly proportioned.

Feeling the suitable water temperature and the slightly stimulating water flow adjusted by Char, Miss Witch unconsciously exhaled a breath.

She felt as if her entire body had become much more relaxed.

"Click."

Char suddenly pressed a button.

In the next moment, she felt two uneven rollers rise on the left and right sides of the foot basin, pressing against the soles of her feet and rapidly rotating!

"?!"

Miss Witch's body trembled, and her little foot instinctively kicked upward.

As water splashed around, Char, who was squatting on the ground, felt a warm and smooth bare foot suddenly step on his face, and then quickly retract as if startled.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

After a long silence, Char tried to defuse the situation. "Um... Maybe the stimulation was too strong. I'll lower the intensity a bit."

After saying that, he stood up, unable to look Miss Witch in the eye anymore.

It seemed like it was his first time seeing her embarrassed.

In order not to completely ruin the positive impression he had built up, Char chose to save face for Miss Witch.

"...,"

Agnes lowered her head, her black hair hiding her profile, making it hard to discern her current expression.

After a moment, she softly said, "It's not dirty..."

"What?"

Miss Witch paused for a moment. "I am a goddess, different from humans. Even if I don't clean my body for ten thousand years, it remains as clean as new."

"Oh," Char responded vaguely.

Miss Witch's deliberate explanation of this matter was itself quite peculiar.

"You can soak here for a while. There are some ingredients in the fridge. I'll go cook, and you can taste my cooking later."

Leaving these words behind, Char walked straight towards the kitchen.

Only then did Miss Witch gently lift her head, remaining silent for a while before placing her bare foot back into the hot water.

"Chop, chop, chop, chop—"

Not long after, the sound of chopping vegetables resonated from the kitchen.

Behind her was a soft sofa, and beneath her feet was a warm foot spa basin, a sensation of relaxation that Agnes had never experienced in over ten thousand years.

Quiet and peaceful.

She gazed at Char busy in the kitchen, a hint of gentleness flickering in her eyes.

Holding a strawberry-flavored ice cream in her hands, enjoying the sensory comfort, a television in the distance played a program she had never seen before, and rhythmic chopping sounds came from the kitchen.

Somehow, this scene seemed quite pleasant.

Miss Witch gently narrowed her eyes.

At some point in the past, she had longed for such a leisurely and tranquil life.

...

When Char finished cooking two dishes and a soup and brought them to the dining table, he returned to the living room and found Miss Witch leaning against the soft sofa, her hands clasped and resting on her abdomen.

At this moment, she had her eyes closed, appearing as if she were sleeping.

Sensing Char's approach, Miss Witch's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she then opened her eyes.

The gaze of Agnes, who had just opened her eyes, lacked the usual coldness and indifference. It seemed like she had just snapped out of a long reminiscence.

"Are you okay?" Char pointed to the dining table and asked.

Miss Witch silently looked at him for a moment, then nodded.

She put on her slippers and stood up, walking towards the dining table together with Char.

On the table were two plates and a large bowl filled with steaming hot food.

Char hadn't made rice because the purpose wasn't to fill their stomachs; it was just to taste the familiar flavors.

Considering the social background and dietary habits of the other world, although Char prepared cuisine, the flavors were relatively mild. The dishes consisted of steamed sea bass, braised pork, and chicken soup.

"Give it a try," Char handed her a spoon while he picked up a pair of chopsticks for himself.

Miss Witch picked up a bowl of soup, gently blew on it, and took a small sip.

Suddenly, a delicious taste filled her mouth!

Although she was a revered goddess, the era in which Miss Witch lived was filled with chaos and bloodshed. The overall tone of human civilization leaned towards barbarism, and the standard of living was far inferior to that of Char's Earth.

After becoming a goddess, she completely abandoned all physiological desires such as hunger, so she never had the opportunity to taste delicious food.

And what they called "delicious food" was something that could move a person.

So at this moment, Miss Witch was conquered by a bowl of chicken soup from another world.

Although her expression remained calm, Char could clearly sense a hint of delight.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Afterward, the two of them quietly began their meal as if there was no sense of discord.

After a while, Char hesitated for a moment and asked a question that had been troubling him for a long time.

"Your Excellency Agnes, you possess the power to create anything, so why do you always wear such a worn-out dress? Even your shoes..."

Miss Witch scooped up a piece of tender fish meat with her spoon, dipped it in the broth, and placed it in her mouth.

She chewed slowly for a while, controlling the disappearance of the food in her mouth before speaking softly, "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

"Can't?" Char instinctively recalled the punishment of the Will of Justice and Judgment.

"When I was first sealed here, I was cursed," Miss Witch seemed to be in a good mood after enjoying the food, "It was a curse from another deity."

"The Goddess of the Moon, Beatrice."

Once again, the name of a deity came from Miss Witch's lips.

But Char, who had already experienced the impact of the Elemental God and the Goddess of Abundance, was mentally prepared and didn't react too surprised.

Moreover, within the Hiren Empire, where the Goddess of Light was the state religion, while other beliefs were allowed to exist, the Goddess of the Moon was not one of them.

As for the reason, Char wasn't quite clear.

He cast a perplexed gaze at Miss Witch and asked, "What kind of curse is that?"

Miss Witch looked at him, set down her spoon, and calmly replied, "A curse that says, 'You can never become more beautiful.'"

What kind of curse is that?

Char felt a bit surprised; it seemed more like child's play to him.

"Because the deity's power level was insufficient, the curse could only go this far, instead of altering my appearance."

"Even so, within this Abyssal Palace, as a sinner, I have lost the power to adorn myself. This black veil dress is the last layer of modesty that was left to me by the deity."

She answered softly.

That's why she had been wearing the worn-out veil dress all along, walking barefoot.

"And another name for the Goddess of the Moon seems to be the Goddess of Beauty," Char seemed to understand something and continued, "So, is this jealousy?"

Miss Witch didn't speak, but her attitude remained ambiguous.

"You are already beautiful enough. Even without jewelry and attire as embellishments, you are shining enough to be the most dazzling moon in the night sky, earning the admiration of the whole world."

Char comforted her.

Miss Witch's small hand paused for a moment, as if she suddenly remembered something.

Then, she gently set down the bowl and spoon, gazing at Char. "That's not it."

"In fact, you are the only human who has used the word 'beauty' to describe me since the day I was born."

"For ordinary humans, all they can see is my most hideous and wicked side. And in that instant, they would lose control and go mad, and then they would die."

"In their eyes, I am still that hideous and cruel witch."

At those words, Char subconsciously recalled the scene of the black mist running amok when he and Miss Witch met for the second time.

At that time, he did indeed lose control and go berserk, but he ultimately managed to hold on with sheer willpower.

Even he, a man with a golden finger, had fallen into such a state.

It was hard to imagine how Miss Witch appeared in the eyes of other humans, what kind of indescribable image she had.

"Perhaps, only after experiencing enough 'deaths,' one can fearlessly face the 'death' within the black mist, fearlessly face me."

"And then... see my true self."

Char suddenly felt a rush of excitement.

He thought about the high-heeled shoes he had put on Miss Witch.

"Why is it that the pair of shoes I put on you seems unaffected and is still on your feet until now?"

Char asked the key question.

"Because you are the only human to have appeared in the Abyssal Palace in tens of thousands of years," Miss Witch's gaze shifted to the side, "And you acknowledged my 'beauty.'"

So, the shoes Char put on her wouldn't be affected.

That's how it was.

Though a bit convoluted, overall, it was similar to the punishment of the Will of Justice and Judgment when they descended.

The impact caused was directed solely at Miss Witch.

Even so, Char was only able to successfully put on the high-heeled shoes for Miss Witch after meeting numerous extreme conditions.

If it were another person without a golden finger, they would probably go mad at the first sight of Miss Witch.

So, I am the chosen one.

Recalling the crazy idea that popped into his mind at that moment to put high-heeled shoes on her, Char, who was now full, had another slightly crazy thought resurface in his mind.

"Would you... like to try other clothes?"