Chapter 66: Will You Marry Me?

Agnes, dressed in a white gown, stood gracefully in front of the two-story building at the center of the palace.

The presence of a duplex house for domestic living in such a place seemed somewhat out of place, but Miss Witch did not erase it as usual after Char left.

These past few days, she would occasionally come here, go inside, and look at the novel objects from Char's hometown.

At the same time, she was curious.

It had been over ten thousand years since she was sealed here. What kind of earth-shattering changes had occurred in the outside world?

Although she could conjure any book and acquire all knowledge, there was no way to truly experience the wonders of things she had never seen before.

Miss Witch let out a soft sigh.

Ever since Char started appearing in this palace from time to time, her originally dull and lifeless existence seemed to have gained a hint of vitality.

And Agnes began to show more expressions.

Apart from smiling.

She still didn't understand how to express the laughter Char spoke of.

Was it just a slight upturn of the corners of the mouth?

But if there was no corresponding change in emotions, making that gesture would be meaningless.

Only when Char changed her shoes for her and when she tasted strawberry-flavored ice cream for the first time did Agnes feel a little bit lighter in mood.

Agnes remained silent for a while, quietly walking into the courtyard, then lowered her head to gaze at the blooming flowers in the flowerbed.

The plant named Red spider lily, a red-colored flower.

Agnes gently closed her eyes, pondering thoughts unknown to others.

At that moment, a familiar spatial fluctuation occurred. She instinctively opened her eyes and waved her hand somewhat frantically. The building in front of her instantly disappeared as if rippling water.

"..."

It wasn't until after erasing the building in front of her that she felt a tinge of regret.

Miss Witch took a deep breath and turned her gaze toward the entrance of the hall.

She had expected to see the familiar figure of that young boy, but instead, standing before her was a petite girl covered in blood.

The girl had shoulder-length white hair, and her eyes were tinged with blood—a standard characteristic of the vampires.

Agnes frowned.

Not because she was curious about the girl's identity, but because she felt somewhat displeased with her own careless act of erasing the building just now.

In the end, it seemed to be caused by this unknown intruder in front of her.

So Agnes looked at the vampire girl with a slightly sour mood.

Octavia, in this moment, was somewhat bewildered.

She trembled as she lay on the ground, struggling to lift her head and look at the figure in front of her, whose lines seemed distorted and enveloped in black mist. Her already weak body felt a chilling sensation that gradually deprived her of life.

The resilience of vampires was unquestionable. Even if they were injured in critical areas, as long as they replenished themselves with enough fresh human blood, they could quickly recover.

But now, Octavia felt that with the invasion of that chilling force into her body, the powerful life force inherent in vampires was experiencing irreversible depletion!

Octavia attempted to get up, but under the influence of the black mist, her body grew cold, and her limbs refused to obey.

After all, she was a vampire!

A cold-blooded creature!

And yet, she could feel cold?

It was truly terrifying.

This is definitely the most powerful being she has ever seen!

Perhaps even on par with the legendary progenitor of the vampires.

"Y-Your Excellency..."

Octavia's voice unconsciously carried a hint of a sob.

Right now, she wished she could point at Char's nose and curse him out. Originally, in the real world, if she could rest for a while and replenish some blood, maybe she could still escape.

But now, what kind of pit has he thrown her into?!

"Who are you?"

Agnes glanced at her indifferently, aware that the other party was feeling physically uncomfortable due to the faint residual curse of the black mist in the hall. She gently waved her hand.

Suddenly, a moon-like cold radiance descended from the sky, enveloping Octavia.

Just as humans receive the sunlight, as a member of the lunar clan, Octavia felt a warm sensation spreading through her once icy body.

She instinctively let out a comfortable murmur.

"I-I am a friend of Char's. My name is Octavia. I am a member of the Caess family, a pure-blooded vampire."

Octavia clung to some strange pride as she persisted.

Miss Witch lightly furrowed her brow.

She glanced at Octavia and softly said, "The Caess surname does sound somewhat familiar."

"Oh, I remember now. It seems like the one who used to always follow around Beatrice... that lapdog."

Miss Witch contemplated for a moment and suddenly felt that the term Char used last time perfectly described the other's previous behavior.

Upon hearing this, Octavia felt somewhat stunned.

Beatrice, as a member of the Caess family's core, she had certainly heard of that name.

That was the name of the Moon Goddess!

In the mortal world, people who believed in the moon would never mention it because to call out the name directly was a blasphemy against the divine!

Octavia clumsily climbed to her feet and knelt on the ground.

It was initially thought that the other party was a being of similar strength to the progenitor of the vampires, but now it seemed like a laughable conjecture.

When the other party mentioned the name "Beatrice," there was clearly a condescending and even slightly mocking tone in their voice.

A divine being!

That was Octavia's conjecture after reevaluating the situation.

Therefore, she immediately abandoned the trace of pride in her heart and became humble.

"As for this person you mentioned, Char... who is he?"

Miss Witch remained silent for a moment before asking.

She had some guesses in her mind but was not certain.

"He... He should often come to this place. He also said that if you don't know who he is, I should tell you one phrase."

"What phrase?"

Octavia cautiously glanced at Miss Witch. "Cinderella and the glass slipper."

Although she didn't understand the inherent meaning behind the phrase, at this moment, she suddenly felt that Char was somewhat remarkable.

To establish a connection with such a being, what kind of formidable person must he be?

After regaining her composure, Octavia slowly began to notice certain things.

She looked at the black mist shrouding the hall and recalled Char's previous request for the forbidden book from her. She had a rough idea of the true identity of the being before her.

The witch who nearly destroyed the world!

With that thought, a hint of panic subconsciously flashed in Octavia's eyes.

It seemed that Miss Witch noticed her unease, and she glanced at her before turning around and walking back to her own velvet seat, stepping on high-heeled sandals with slow steps.

As Agnes stared at the seat she had been sitting on for countless years, memories of the sofa in Char's house involuntarily came to her mind.

After discreetly pursing her lips, Agnes waved her hand gently.

Instantly, an exact replica of a leather sofa appeared before her eyes.

She adjusted her skirt and delicately sank her slender and graceful body into the soft sofa. Her legs crossed, and the tips of her high-heeled shoes slipped off slightly, revealing her tender and fair soles.

She remained silent for a moment before speaking, "His... what is Char's full name?"

Miss Witch suddenly recalled that since the first time they met, Char had deceived her with a false name. Despite meeting each other many times afterwards, she didn't even know what he was called.

Perhaps they had become too familiar with each other, causing her to never really think about or pay attention to this question.

It was only now, after Octavia brought it up, that Agnes became somewhat curious.

"Char Adelaide."

Octavia answered while covering the wound on her shoulder blade that had been continuously unhealed by the [Hymn of Light].

Seeing this, Agnes waved her hand gently, causing the lingering power of light to dissipate instantly.

"How much do you know about his situation in reality?"

She asked calmly.

"I know most of it."

Octavia replied softly.

"Most of it..."

Agnes pondered over the term, feeling slightly uncomfortable for some reason.

It was as if she knew nothing about him.

"Tell me about anything related to him."

Agnes glanced at Octavia and waved her hand once again.

Immediately, a glass vessel containing dozens of liters of blood appeared next to Octavia, with a long straw inserted into it.

Agnes had discovered it in the kitchen after Char left and found it quite useful, so she materialized it without much thought.

Octavia's eyes lit up as she caught a whiff of the fresh blood scent, and she couldn't help but salivate.

She cautiously glanced at Agnes, like a child asking their parents if they can have a snack.

However, facing this being who had a lifespan of at least ten thousand years, Octavia truly resembled an inexperienced child.

"Go ahead and drink."

Agnes seemed to be in a good mood and nodded in approval.

So Octavia eagerly took hold of the straw and began sucking on it greedily.

After a few gulps of blood, a satisfied expression appeared on her face.

It was sweet, refreshing, and delicious.

Just like Char's blood, it had excellent quality.

Agnes seemed to understand her thoughts and spoke, "This was created using his blood as a template."

Uh.

Octavia was somewhat surprised, but then nodded.

After collecting her thoughts, she wore a reminiscent expression and began recounting from her own memory, "The first time I met him was five years ago, um, it was on a night with a full moon."

"At that time..."

Speaking as someone who had experienced it firsthand, Octavia started her narration.

She hadn't interacted with Char much, so every detail of these five years was quickly recounted by Octavia without missing a beat.

From the time Char saved her and took her in, to the recent teleportation due to her injury.

Throughout the entire account, Miss Witch listened quietly, occasionally asking a question that piqued her interest.

"...That's roughly it."

In the end, Octavia took a sip of blood and spoke softly.

Miss Witch nodded.

After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Has he been like this for many years, just like he is now?"

"What?"

Octavia was taken aback.

"Not caring about his own feelings, not seeking anything in return." Miss Witch hesitated for a moment. "Simply... simply being kind to others, even at the cost of his own life."

After uttering those words, Agnes suddenly realized something.

Just a moment ago, we were talking about how Char is like a "licking dog," but upon careful consideration, when it comes to his interactions with her, there seems to be some resemblance in their behavior as well.

He treats her well without expecting anything in return, but most of the time, she always responds with a cold demeanor.

As Agnes recalls her past actions, she feels a slight hint of regret.

Next time she talks to him, she should be more affable.

If only she could learn to smile.

"It seems... that way."

Octavia recalls their first meeting, when he heard that she was being pursued by a group of powerful heretics, he was incredibly enthusiastic.

It was because of that encounter that Octavia began to see this human youth in a different light.

"In reality... does he have someone he cares about?"

Miss Witch originally wanted to ask if Char had any close relationships with women, but she felt that the question was not easy to bring up.

Her intention was merely to inquire about this matter.

The series of actions Char has taken since appearing here has led Agnes to speculate.

According to books, when a man is willing to face death for a woman, it means he loves her deeply.

Could he have certain thoughts about me?

Agnes has a clear understanding of her own appearance and charm. While she may not flaunt it as a capital like that woman Beatrice, it doesn't mean she doesn't think she's beautiful.

During their first meeting, Miss Witch had asked Char if he had unsealed her because of her beauty.

"I don't think so."

Octavia pondered and decided not to mention the woman named Novala.

After all, based on what happened earlier, it seemed that Char entrusted that woman to her not just because of her appearance, but because it involved some deeper conspiracy.

.....

"Ah, Autumn!"

Char sneezed.

Who's talking about me?

He thought groggily.

In a daze, he felt as if he was resting on a soft cloud, and a pair of delicate, gentle hands were gently caressing his cheek.

At the same time, it seemed that there were a pair of somewhat heavy, soft objects on his face, faintly carrying a hint of fragrance.

He suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively trying to sit up, but he bumped into those heavy objects and bounced back.

"Ah!"

A somewhat shy exclamation came from above, from Novala.

Only then did Char realize that he was currently lying between Novala's closed knees, resting on that tender and soft flesh.

And while he was unconscious, it was Novala who was gently caressing his cheek.

Looking at the melons hanging above him, Char sighed.

Truly a woman who can't see her own toes when she looks down. Even now, when she's giving Char a knee pillow, her face is completely blocked from below.

"Where is this place?"

Char wanted to reach out and move those obstructing objects to sit up, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Novala glanced at his hands that had nowhere to go and blushed, "This is the divine realm of Lady Selina. We were transported here together just now."

"Al-also, Mr. Char, if... if you want to... touch, you can..."

Novala said shyly.

Recalling his unbridled actions consumed by desire just now, her face blushed and her heart pounded.

"Hiss..."

After Novala reminded him, Char vaguely recalled some things.

Then he fell silent.

It seemed that in his state of urgency, he did something unforgivable to the noblewoman before him.

This was quite awkward.

Char thought with a headache.

Although he was a man who dared to take responsibility and act decisively, after taking a shower, he became a pure-hearted young man again. But as someone who had experienced two lives, this was the first time Char had encountered such a situation.

He was actually more of a conservative type. After having a relationship with someone, he couldn't just leave like Poseidon did.

"... I'm sorry."

After struggling for a long time, Char finally managed to squeeze out these words.

Seeing his thoughts, Novala shook her head, "That's not the case at all. I'm the one who seduced Mr. Char."

"You're probably inexperienced, right?"

"Yes."

Char admitted honestly.

"So, it's me, this old woman in her thirties, who took advantage of you. You don't mind, do you?"

Novala chuckled softly.

Then she reached out her hands and gently pressed them on the temples of Char, giving him a massage.

"I'm sorry... In the end, I made you do something you didn't want to do."

Feeling the comforting pressure from the two warm hands, Char spoke softly.

He gradually recalled everything that had happened just now.

Although he shamelessly claimed that he wouldn't let Novala do anything he didn't want to do, in the end, Char was defeated by the corruption of the evil god and also by Novala.

Damn it.

Is human willpower really so weak?

Char thought in shame.

"It's not like that, Mr. Char." Novala shook her head and lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips. "I did it willingly."

"Although... Although I am already married, when you were so urgently in need of me earlier, I felt... very satisfied."

"And, it's really wonderful that you were my first."

Novala said softly.

"First time?"

Char was stunned, speechless.

But upon careful consideration, he suddenly felt relieved.

After all, he was the vessel meant to bear the descent of the goddess, and the purity of the vessel needed to be ensured.

And Violet Count, a mere nobleman from a human kingdom, had no right or ability to touch Novala.

Perhaps they didn't even have any physical contact.

No wonder when he first met Novala, she was living in a separate bedroom.

With this realization, Char's emotions became even more complicated.

He didn't know how to handle this relationship.

"Oh, by the way... this is for you," Novala suddenly whispered in a place where Char couldn't see.

Then she took out a piece of white fabric from the side.

The fabric was adorned with beautiful and intricate patterns, carrying a faint and elegant fragrance similar to that of Novala.

But no matter how you looked at it, this thing was triangular in shape.

An undergarment?

Char hesitated for a moment, reached out and accepted it, then gently unfolded it.

A striking red mark appeared in the center of the fabric, seemingly symbolizing Novala's purity.

She said shyly, "Although I am already married, I haven't done that kind of thing... I read in a book before that many men consider it something worth commemorating, something to keep as a memento..."

"If you don't mind, you can take it..."

Char sighed.

Then he put the piece of fabric back into the ring.

After doing all this, he gently climbed up from Novala's thigh, sat on the ground, and faced her.

Novala's face was covered in a rosy blush.

He hesitated for a moment, then calmly looked at her and said, "I bear the deep grudge of my parents' bloodshed, and there is a powerful force hidden within the capital, waiting for me to uproot them."

Novala's gaze trembled slightly, as if she understood what he was about to say.

She forced a smile and said, "I know, Mr. Char, you don't have to..."

"Listen to me first." Char's calm gaze met hers. "So, until I have exacted my revenge and resolved all these matters, I don't have the mind to think about anything else."

"It will be dangerous to be by my side, and in reality, I have already put my family in jeopardy more than once, so I don't want to burden you."

"If... and I mean if."

"If you are willing to wait for me, wait until I have completed my revenge and taken care of everything, and if at that time, you still have the same feelings for me..."

"I will marry you."

Char smiled and said.

But before that, Novala extended her index finger and gently pressed it against his lips.

"Do you want to marry me?" Novala's eyes were misty with tears as she smiled and shook her head. "N-No, don't say such things. You made me cry again. But, you're not allowed to say things like that."

"If you're choosing to do this out of responsibility, as a woman, I would have failed."

"I hope more that you can propose to me after truly falling in love with me. And before that, it's what I need to do - to try my best to make you love me."

Char's gaze trembled.

It had to be said that Novala was the most suitable person to become his wife, both in terms of appearance and character.

"Besides, there should be other women you admire in your heart, right, Char?"

After a moment's pause, Novala wiped away her tears, glanced at Char, and said softly.

"No, you're thinking too much."

Char hesitated for a moment and said with great certainty.

At these words, a hint of jealousy flashed in Novala's eyes. "Let me think... When you were pressing down on me just now, it seemed like you were losing control and calling out certain names."

"For example, Dahlia, Octavia, Sylvasta, and oh, there was also Sally."

And after mentioning the stepdaughter's name, Char could clearly see a touch of resentment in her eyes.

Then, with an unbelieving look from Char, she continued, "Of course, the frequency of calling these names seems to be much less than the one called Agnes"

"How is that possible?!"

Char jumped up from the ground as if he had been shocked, and loudly exclaimed in a tone that was absolutely impossible.

"You've been calling her name the whole time without stopping."

Novala looked at him calmly.

No way.

Am I really this kind of LSP?

Char tilted his head and looked up at the sky, but he realized that there was no concept of sky in the bountiful divine realm.

But after going out, he really should go to Miss Witch's place.

Whether it's the imminent confrontation with the "Sun" or other factors.

Since Octavia has prepared the teleportation, it means that Char can frequently go to Miss Witch's place in the future without being limited by money and materials.

With this in mind, Char looked around and then asked, "What about Lady Selina?"

"She said she went to stabilize her divinity, so she needs to disappear for a while," Novala replied, slowly standing up.

"Well, that's good. There shouldn't be many people disturbing us here now," Char said. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

"Please, go ahead!"

"Later, I may fall into a deep sleep for a period of time. Whatever happens during that time, I want no disturbances from any factors," Char said.

Before meeting Miss Witch again, he needed to prepare for the miracle he mentioned at their last parting.

The miracle from a parallel world.