Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Nolan lay quietly in bed, the door locked, lest a stunningly beautiful young woman appear in his bed the next morning.

The bright moon peeked out from the thick clouds, and a pair of dark red pupils shone faintly from the darkness.

The girl rolled out of bed and, like a cat, silently jumped out of the window.

Nolan, wearing only a thin nightgown, walked barefoot through the woods, gradually moving away from the Crystal Campus.

Behind the fluid school building lies the southeastern cape of the highlands, from which one can see the lighthouse and the docks of Lense.

A silver-haired girl, her hair disheveled, came alone to the edge of the cliff, where only the tide and sea breeze awaited her.

Nolan tilted his head slightly and noticed an owl with gray and white feathers perched on the tallest tree by the sea cliff.

The owl was somewhat chubby and goofy, tilting its head and staring blankly at the girl.

Nolan smiled, then noticed the dark shadow hanging upside down in the tree.

The dark figure trembled slightly, fell to the ground, and dissipated into a puff of smoke that filled the surroundings.

A thin mist enveloped the cliff, without malice, yet it blocked outside observation, particularly from the gaze of the Starry Obelisk.

Just then, a hoarse voice came from behind the girl.

"You must have many questions, but unfortunately, I cannot answer them all in my capacity."

Nolan turned around, and standing there was a kind-looking old man.

The old butler's tuxedo was as clean and crisp as ever, revealing his true appearance without any attempt to conceal it.

Night Owl, is that the old man's name?

Nolan shook his head and said, "Curiosity and the thirst for knowledge are too fleeting things for me; they will eventually lead to nothingness."

"Hehe, the tone of your voice reminds me of Miss. Hmm, the Miss of the past. Before she fell in love with Roland, she was just as audacious and reckless, just a little less arrogant."

The old butler had a kind expression, but his laughter was somewhat sinister, accompanied by a few coughs, indicating that his injuries had not yet fully healed.

Strangely, the old man treated Tess and the three young ladies with great respect, yet addressed the Duke of Destruction by his first name, as if he were an insignificant figure.

This detail brought a knowing smile to the girl's face as she brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear.

The true owner of Night Owl is not named Joestar...

Joseph Joestar's low-key words and actions contrasted sharply with his high-profile behavior, creating a strange contradiction, which is the exact opposite of Alicia's.

But in the old man's memory, Tess seemed to be the one who was consistent in word and deed, fierce inside and out.

Nolan thought about the Duchess's beautiful face, but could only recall her silly, tearful appearance. He chuckled and said, "I can't imagine that scene at all."

The old butler squinted, and even his smile was chilling.

"No matter how powerful a creature is, it will have natural enemies, even dragons, let alone humans. I'm really looking forward to seeing which man you will eventually fall to, and willingly become his prisoner. Hmm, maybe it'll be a woman too. Love is a very strange thing."

"Never."

Nolan rolled his eyes.

"That's what Madam said at the time, however..."

"......"

Besides his aged face, the old man also made no attempt to conceal his powerful dark energy.

Compared to when they had spied on him in the past, the spirit lurking within the old butler's withered body was now more sinister and powerful, carrying a heavy stench of blood.

A Dark Soul Spirit at the peak of the sixteenth rank is at the limit of the Quasi-Saint realm, hovering at the threshold of the Saint realm, just one step away from achieving it. This is his true strength.

The old man wasn't there to chat with Er Qiao.

"Did that woman send you to protect me?"

This cold address made the old butler twitch the corner of his mouth again.

"Yes, but the situation has changed slightly. The lady wanted you to escape the Duke's control for the time being, but she did not expect that Saint Rensa would witness the awakening of both young ladies at the same time. Perhaps, this place is really the lucky place of the Joestar family."

"Because of it?"

Nolan opened his palm, and a flower of blood appeared on his fingertip.

Lockrean's colorless soul allows him to perfectly utilize all spirits, including but not limited to the seven celestial elements, making him a true child of the elements.

The Crimson Stance, however, can simulate the compositional sequence of any kind of spirit, interpreting the spirit with blood, and the two are fundamentally different.

"good."

The old man nodded, took off his right white glove, and released a burst of vibrant blood flames.

He also possesses a blood spirit!

"I saw how you defeated Mary, it was incredible. You were so skilled in the first stage of the Crimson Stance, far surpassing me, an old man who has studied it for decades and still can't figure it out. If Madam hadn't taught you beforehand, and it was an innate instinct, the Second Miss might have become the most terrifying Blood Disciple in history."

"Uh?"

Nolan was no less surprised than the old man; the same blood and spirit did indeed come from the old man's right hand.

However, only a small portion was sufficient to allow him to fully enter his crimson form.

The old butler noticed the confusion in the girl's eyes, then opened his left hand and condensed dark elements into a dark, glistening elemental mass.

"You have dark creatures from the abyss by your side, so you must have already figured out my origins."

Nolan nodded. Such a pure dark soul could only come from one place.

The Abyss Dark Clan, the bloodthirsty Nightwalker—all signs point to Night Owl being a vampire. Joe had already sensed this when the assassin's body was discovered.

“If it weren’t for Miss taking me in, I, this crippled demon, would have died long ago. This right hand was a gift from my master, and from that day on, I swore to protect the young master forever.”

The blood flames in his right hand kept changing into the shapes of flowing water and flames, but the speed was much slower, and he was still unable to quickly switch the element sequence.

Then, the old man smiled awkwardly, "Unfortunately, my abilities are limited, and I'm only at the first stage, so I can no longer guide you."

The laws governing all things in the world are not as complex as chaos. Even if the beautiful girl god-king doesn't understand them, she can probably grasp them after trying it out.

Nolan was more interested in something else than that.

"You mean, the Crimson Stance has a next stage?"

"Of course, the crimson is only the first awakening. The second awakening will sublimate the bloodline again. At that time, the soul will no longer be just the color of blood. However, some people never awaken in their entire lives, while others remain in the crimson for their whole lives."

interesting......

Nolan's eyes lit up slightly; this body seemed even more interesting than he had imagined.

But this also reminded her that Asteria had arbitrarily altered the destination of Chaos's descent, or did she have other intentions?

How many individuals with impure motives are using their power to interfere with this game within the Supreme Divine Court?

The wager between the two god-kings seems to be getting more and more complicated.

"Alas, if it weren't for Roland, the lady would certainly have advanced to the third stage."

The old man sighed, seemingly quite displeased with the Duke's presence.

161. Stealing food without wiping one's mouth

Friday should be the happiest time for girls.

There was no simulated battlefield training that resembled corporal punishment, no theoretical exams piled high with handouts, only leisurely and silly elective courses.

Boredom means relaxation; these two young ladies didn't come to school looking for excitement like their dorm leader.

Nolan sat at the dining table with a frown. In less than a semester, he had gone through countless sets of his pristine white school uniform.

The girl's silver hair was tied into a ponytail with a blue ribbon, and her two slender legs, wrapped in white stockings, swayed restlessly.

At breakfast time, Nolan shoveled spoonful after spoonful of the grotesque dish into his mouth. The greenish-blue paste, which looked like the fluid from some unknown animal, sent chills down the spines of Chinara and Messiah.

This made the maid dragon beam with joy and overflow with love, frantically adding dragon-flavored snacks to her beloved's bowl.

It was obvious that Nolan was acting strangely today. No matter how much Messiah poked her cheeks, her rosy lips just pouted, and she was in a very bad mood.

Nolan was sullen, his eyes widening whenever he thought of the old butler's words.

"I am merely a servant, unworthy to speak of my master's bloodline. You only need to know that no god is worthy of our noble lineage's worship, not even the destroyer of all realms, the legendary Chaos God King!"

The owl's words revealed a powerful pride, reminding Joseph Joestar that he should not entrust his faith to a vague and ethereal being.

The old man didn't take Invincible seriously at all, nor did he take the Chaos God King seriously.

The Duchess's special lineage is shrouded in mystery. The three young ladies who succeeded Joestar are not natives of the secondary plane Isheran, nor are they newly rich families in the less than 100-year-old Kingdom of Plantagenet.

Only half of them could be considered human!

but......

Excuse me?

Hearing the perfect girl God King made him unhappy, and he didn't care about the old butler's flowery words.

Does that mean she, the beautiful goddess, isn't worthy of the king?

What arrogance! Even the divine bloodline descendants born of the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother wouldn't dare to boast like that.

Arrogant!

Madness!

Arrogant and disrespectful!

What do you mean I'm not worthy to have faith in me?

Mere mortal!

Nolan pouted, his cheeks puffing out more and more, sulking at himself.

"Oh dear, there's a flaw! Awooo!"

Messiah licked his lips, seized the opportunity to pick up Nolan and kissed her rosy lips several times with soft moans.

"Well!"

Nolan was startled; her little hands had already been pressed down on the chair.

The symbolic resistance was not met by the Messiah's weak hand, but by the allure of the Star Diva. After struggling for only a moment, she was indiscriminately defeated and left to be slaughtered.