I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Roland's words were incredibly hurtful to his sister.

If O'Reilly were here, she would definitely jump up and strangle Roland.

O'Reilly never hesitated about Olivia—she was a thousand times against it in her heart!

The two used to be good friends, but now she doesn't even want to see Olivia.

If O'Reilly were here, how could she possibly say something like Roland?

She regrets it terribly now—she shouldn't have pretended to be a strange man to tease Olivia back then.

Olivia already had deep feelings for Olivia, but after that prank, her feelings gradually changed.

Ever since Olivia confessed her feelings, Olivia has been very cold towards her. When they occasionally meet, she only gives her a perfunctory response out of politeness.

Sometimes, after receiving letters from Olivia, Olivia would get so annoyed that she would only reply with a few words occasionally.

But Olivia didn't think so. She felt that if the goddess replied to her message, it meant that she still cared about her!
She believed that the goddess wasn't unwilling to talk to her, but was just struggling and hesitating!

Therefore, although it's impossible for O'Reilly to say something like what Roland just said, the presence of others today would remind Olivia that it couldn't possibly be O'Reilly.

But! Even if an outsider offers a warning, whether the person involved will listen is another matter entirely. Moreover, no one has offered a warning yet.

O'Reilly would never say such a thing, but Roland's words were exactly what O'Villa wanted to hear!

He hit Olivia right where it hurts.

Olivia was overjoyed. At this moment, she was filled with mixed emotions and wanted to cry her heart out—after all, hard work pays off!

No. She's always been rewarded! O'Reilly never hated herself; she just hadn't figured it out before!
Olivia said, "Olélie, you are indeed different from before."

Roland's heart skipped a beat. He raised an eyebrow in a mocking manner and forced a smile as he asked, "How is it different?"

Before he could finish speaking, Roland discovered that 'Little Roland' had been ambushed!

—Feeling the trembling hand that was tightly holding little Roland's hand, Roland couldn't help but shudder and stare wide-eyed at Olivia.

Perhaps out of embarrassment, or perhaps out of nervousness, Olivia's face was flushed red, and her voice trembled as she asked, "You really did this for me, and not for Him? You...you guys tried it?"

Roland thought to himself, 'He? Which He?! Tell me the name, elder sister!'

Roland replied with a smile, "How could that be? Olivia, she and I are just friends. You're the only one in my heart. I haven't tried with anyone else yet."

Olivia was so happy she almost fainted.

Looking at her beloved sweetheart, she blinked her big eyes and asked with a blush, "Darling, would you like to give it a try?"

Roland: "."

Looking at the beautiful yet incredibly dangerous goddess before him, Roland hesitated for half a second.

Roland found himself hit by the boomerang he had thrown.

He said you became a man for someone else, that you only love that person, and that's how the atmosphere got. Now it's time to get serious. If you tell someone, "I don't have those feelings for you," then who do you have feelings for? Who did you become a man to accept?
That scumbag! Today, he was trying so hard to coax someone just so he could steal their things.

As a result, after some coaxing, she ended up getting him into bed.
Sitting on the edge of the pool, Roland looked at the mist above his head and thought to himself, 'Olivia is blinded by love right now, so she's overlooking many suspicious points. Once she comes to her senses, she'll discover the problem.'

Isabella, Isabella! You absolutely must steal it! If we don't run away tonight, we might not see the sun rise tomorrow! Ah... I was just as clumsy the first time, I really miss those days.

Despite the pain, Roland grimaced slightly and looked down at Miss Olivia, who was kneeling and busy in front of him.

Seemingly sensing Roland's gaze, Olivia stopped what she was doing, looked up, and asked softly, "Darling, did I hurt you?"

Looking at the stunningly beautiful goddess before him, Roland's heart skipped a beat.

Roland had never really looked closely at this goddess before, nor did he dare to look her directly in the eye. So, Roland's impression of her had always been vague: she had beautiful big eyes, was a great beauty but not exceptionally pretty, but had a fantastic figure, and so on.

Now, upon closer inspection of Olivia, Roland found her to be increasingly beautiful.

Her face is very distinctive; she's a square-chinned beauty—her features are somewhat reminiscent of a young Cate Blanchett, and she evokes the Elf Queen from The Lord of the Rings.

But her eyes were larger and more beautiful, those blue pupils like stars. Whenever Roland was gazed at with that deep affection, he felt his heart melt, even though he knew Olivia wasn't actually looking at him.

Roland couldn't resist lifting Olivia's chin with his hand and saying, "It's alright, darling. I like you like this. Continue."

Miss Olivia, like a kitten that had been praised, happily continued with her work.

Feeling comfortable, Roland couldn't help but hum softly and stroke Olivia's long hair.

Only then did he realize that the person's long hair was actually made up of many tiny braids with patterns—or rather, divine runes.

After observing the divine inscriptions, Roland suddenly realized what was going on.

The divine runes are simple and are often used on spatial artifacts—Olivia's hair should actually be very long, but she braids it in this way for ease of movement.

Roland suddenly realized something.

I probably don't know anything about this woman.

Roland could tell that Olivia's true character might not be the gentleness and humility she was currently displaying.
Roland's intuition told him that this woman was extremely resolute, decisive, and determined. She was a calm leader and a proud warrior angel.

Olivia appears to be low-key, but she has an aura that says "don't mess with her".

Of all the women Roland had ever met, there was only one who could give him this feeling—the 'senior' he pretended not to know when he met Roland, namely Alexandra.

Roland didn't know what level of power this archangel, whose divine appearance blotted out the sky, possessed—he couldn't see it clearly.

Moreover, this is only the divine aspect that Olivia can reveal in this small plane. Even so, it gives the impression of a big shot at the level of a father-in-law.

She arrived at the banks of the River Angel immediately—this place was indeed important, but the real responsibility she had to bear was probably not such a trivial matter.

He didn't know what mission she had come to this world to undertake. But Roland hoped she could leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, every day she remained in this world would be a day of anxiety for him. Knowing he shouldn't provoke her anymore, Roland couldn't resist his curiosity and made a special request.

"Olivia, can you untangle your hair?"

Olivia smiled slightly and said, "I knew it, you love your sister's hair the most, don't you?"

Roland's expression turned cold, and he said, "I don't like you calling me that—from now on you have to call me brother."

Olivia quickly coaxed the 'little sister Olivia' in front of her for a few words, and then untied her long hair.

The moment his long hair was untied, Roland felt as if the Milky Way had fallen into a lake.

Olivia's hair was extremely long, so long that it shone like a mirror, and it flowed like a fairy.

Stroking her long, mirror-like hair, Roland couldn't help but sigh in his heart: 'I have seen many beautiful women, and I have also seen paintings depicting beautiful goddesses.'

Heracles' bathing picture is beautiful, but she has a mental illness, which is a big drawback—she doesn't deserve to be selected.

My senior is beautiful, definitely someone who will go down in history. Her cunning personality and arrogance are both downsides, but I still like them a lot—but she's already my wife, and I've taken her hand, so that's a downside.

Olivia is beautiful, but not perfect; her features aren't soft enough and she looks a bit too assertive. However, her long hair is a big plus.

Unbeknownst to him, this scumbag had already started comparing the woman in front of him to his wife—to split them equally.

If Roland were to choose two women from the entire world to paint, Heraca would certainly not be among them—from a painter's perspective, both the senior student and this Olivia could be painted as perfect works.

So, here's a question.

Now, one of these two women asks the painter to paint her picture. Should the painter do it or not?
The painter Roland knew one thing very well—his sister, the succubus Olelie, was the darling of heaven, not just any ordinary goddess.

An angel who dares to express his love to such a goddess, even forcing her to hide everywhere, must either possess extraordinary strength or hold an extraordinary status.

Today, Roland has already gone far too far. If he continues to go any further...
After hesitating for half a second, Roland looked at the goddess with long hair combing in front of him and said, "Baby, come sit here and let me hug you, sweetie~"

At this moment, the guy who was planning to do something bad had only one thought in mind—what kind of bullshit is this that we can't mess with?
I've already gotten myself into this mess, even if I turn back now, I'm doomed!

Since they've already taken a full-on bath, how can they only take a half-bath?!

If you're going to wash, wash the whole set!

Naïve Olivia genuinely thought Roland just wanted to hug her, but a moment later she realized what her beloved was about to do.

Roland thought to himself, 'Senior, your man didn't let you down. Although I'm definitely going to die this time, even God bleeds!'

I wonder if the senior student would be struck dead by lightning if she heard Roland's words. But Roland treated today as if it were his last day.

Olivia was overwhelmed with happiness, nestled tightly in her beloved's arms, tears welling in her eyes. Less than ten minutes later, she broke down in tears, overcome with overwhelming joy.

After a while, Roland also shuddered.

At that moment, two thoughts flashed through Roland's mind.

My first thought was—damn, it's been too long since I've done *that*, and it was too exciting, I didn't perform well.

My second thought was—what the hell am I thinking?! Roland, Roland, are you out of your mind?! Just get out of here!

By this time, Roland had calmed down and was no longer so emboldened.

Although he didn't know if Isabella had sorted things out, Roland planned to make an excuse to slip away.

Roland said, "I'm sorry, darling, I didn't consider your feelings. You must be feeling terrible. How about we..."

Before Roland could finish speaking, he was tightly embraced by Olivia.

Olivia, her face flushed and her expression enigmatic, leaned on Roland's shoulder and said, "No, I'm so happy. It's alright, Olivia. What just happened doesn't mean anything to me. I feel great."

Olivia meant that she was physically strong. That's nothing, so as long as her sweetheart liked it, she could do whatever she wanted.

But Roland blushed deeply after hearing this. He thought, 'Damn, what do you mean by "it's nothing"? I've been looked down upon?!'

At this moment, the images of his senior, O'Reilly, and Isabella involuntarily surfaced in Roland's mind.

"Ha, fine, I accept your reasons. But you can't even steal a woman properly, you're truly useless!"

"Brother, I forgive you for faking it on me. But don't do it again next time, or you'll embarrass us both."

"—Senior, what happened to stalling for time? Just a few minutes?! Just a few minutes?!"

In a fit of rage, Roland scooped Olivia up from his lap.
That night, Olivia experienced something unlike anything she had ever done before.

At first, she felt that love was like a duster woven from peacock feathers, making people feel both happy and itchy, unable to resist.

In the end, she discovered that love is the devil's poison; even the purest angel, once ingested, will fall into that abyss of love and hate, never to climb out again.

Olivia was enveloped in a sweet and fatal happiness, forgetting everything. This small sacred pool, like the Garden of Eden where she was born, made her want to embrace her lover here forever.

She longed to stop and have some heartfelt words with her 'lover'.

Her lover understood her feelings and was willing to talk to her—which moved Olivia deeply, because her sweetheart had never been good at sweet talk before and rarely considered her own feelings.

She could finally confide in someone. And her 'lover' understood her very well (understood women very well).
But each time, before the two could exchange more than a few words—especially when Olivia brought up their past—her 'beloved' would end the conversation, silencing Olivia.

Olivia believed she must have fallen, because she didn't know whether she loved her beloved's body or his soul more.

After countless absurd acts, Olivia's reason finally prevailed over her desires. She pushed away her 'beloved,' nestled against his chest, and began to talk about what happened between them.

Unaware of what his 'beloved' was thinking, he listened silently to Olivia's whispers without responding. (End of Chapter)