Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Joanna rubbed her eyes, still feeling groggy. She was sleeping when she heard the noise and ran downstairs.

The girl he was trampling under his feet was a tall, aloof and androgynous girl. Despite wearing men's clothing, she was more charming and alluring than any other girl.

Her beautiful long silver hair had been turned into a mess, and sticky egg white was smeared all over her face. Her calm eyes were like two rubies.

Silver hair, red eyes...

This isn't it!?

The two stared at each other for a long while.

Nolan sighed softly, his smile indulgent. "Is this how you welcome me?"

Joanna's eyes trembled slightly, and her eyes gradually reddened. Even though she was the one who was being unreasonable, she bit her lip with a pitiful expression.

mua!

Before Nolan could get up, Joanna pounced on her, grabbed her older sister's neck, and showered her with kisses, not caring that she was covered in dirt from her antics.

"Waaaaah! Why did it take you so long to save me?!"

Qiaoqiao burst into tears of joy, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Alright, alright, here I am."

Although he wasn't there to rescue her, he was there to visit her in prison.

Nolan patted the girl's vest gently, his tone more tender than ever before. If Mrs. Tess and the other silly girls saw this, they would probably be driven mad with jealousy.

Jojo is the most adorable little angel the Goddess King has ever seen in her life. If there is such a thing as a God of Cuteness, then she must be the one who was banished to the mortal world. Just being able to watch her little sister grow up makes Nolan feel that her journey has been worthwhile.

Qiao Nana wiped away her tears and stammered in a sob, "Then when are you going to take me away? I just want to be with my second sister!"

"Hmm, not now...."

Nolan looked away, unable to bear looking directly into those large, tearful eyes.

"Whoa! I knew you were in cahoots with Alicia and Tess! You're all big assholes!"

Her three daughters all addressed her by her first name, showing absolutely no respect. The Duchess may be the least authoritative mother in history.

"Isn't this great? So many people want to be personally guided by His Holiness the Pope but don't have that opportunity yet."

Nolan gave an awkward smile and glanced at the clock tower's structure.

The first-floor hall was filled with magic crystal experimental equipment, the second floor was the living and dining room, and the third floor where the two were located was a small library, where all kinds of ancient secret spells were treasured by the temple.

The Windwhisperer's Clock Tower was a decent place, at least more comfortable and peaceful than her mother's manor and the Duke's palace, and Joanna was not mistreated at all.

Looking at the untouched dinner on the table, this was hardly pig slop. It consisted of three meat dishes and three simple dishes. While it wasn't exactly gourmet food, the nutritional balance was excellent. Even the school cafeteria food wasn't this satisfying.

As for the incantation being chanted in her ear, it was probably the nun reciting sacred texts to the little girl, the one the trap was truly meant to trick.

"What's so great about it! That old geezer only knows how to make me solve elemental puzzles. Every time I solve one, he throws out another one. I'm about to throw up!"

Joanna clung to Nolan, her legs wrapped around her sister's slender waist, constantly complaining about this awful place.

"So you've come up with all these things to cause trouble for people?"

"puff!"

Qiao Qiao tapped her head and grinned mischievously.

"Let me tell you, Sister Sistar is a monster! She's as strong as an ox and incredibly powerful. My secret techniques are no match for her, so I'll have to think of another way."

An ambush without any spiritual fluctuations is indeed difficult to guard against.

Nolan scratched the back of his head, realizing he was in a sorry state, almost skinned alive.

Speaking of the realm of secret arts, the beautiful goddess king glanced at the little angel sister unintentionally, and the powerful soul fluctuations contained within the girl's delicate body almost blinded her.

"Uh!"

Nolan's heart skipped a beat. This was undoubtedly an eleventh-tier Wind Whisper Soul Spirit, and not just a beginner, but at its peak.

A twelve-year-old peak eleventh-tier high-level wind whispering sorcerer—this girl's cultivation level is almost catching up with her age!

"I remember the last time we met... you were a level 5 elementalist?"

Nolan was both amused and exasperated, her voice strained. Her apparent strength had never surpassed that of her sister.

"Hmm."

Joanna rested her chin on her hand and said nonchalantly, "The old man gives me several questions every day to test my ability to arrange and integrate elements. Recently, he's even crammed in rune analysis. He's a complete sadist who abuses young girls. I've been living here without even realizing it."

"..."

Is it the magic of the Elemental Well or the unique and profound understanding of the soul by extraordinary sages?

Perhaps all of those, but more importantly, the pure and flawless elemental heart—this child himself is like a giant wind whisper elemental sprite!

"You've only been here for less than a year."

Nolan gasped, finding even less reason to take his sister away.

It hasn't been that long since we last met, and Nolan has already improved his Soul Spirit by cheating. But Jojo is just too overpowered.

That old Pope is something else; perhaps his true strength is even more terrifying than that of the dark-skinned Holy Archmage...

Joanna stuck out her tongue and said in a childish voice, "Who would want to come to a awful place like this? Tess tricked me into coming here by saying you'd be here too! She and Roland are such a perfect pair of scoundrels, absolutely awful!"

Well! As expected of you, to actually criticize your own parents like that!

Nolan covered his face, picked up Joanna, and carried her to the top of the clock tower, instantly moved.

"My God, you sleep with this every night?"

A huge wind elemental magic crystal floated beside the girl's bed. Its grade had reached the Saint Realm. If it were auctioned by the Trident Merchant Guild, it would be worth at least one billion.

This is the life essence of a Saint-level magical beast, enough to power the magic crystal furnace in the capital of the main plane for ten years!

Putting everything else aside, the Pope is truly speechless when it comes to Joanna. Even his own daughter wouldn't receive this kind of treatment.

"Yeah, is that so great?"

Qiaoqiao nestled against her second sister's chest, yawned, and felt especially at ease smelling the familiar scent.

"..."

Nolan was speechless for a moment, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

The girl in his arms may very well surpass Byron to become the first underage saint.

"By the way, what brings you to Avalon? Alicia said you went to Saint Lenza too, that's great! I want to go to the school to play too!"

"I'm not going there for fun, I have very important things to do."

"What's going on? Is it fun? Can I join?"

"Of course it's fun!"

What could be more fun than poaching Asteria?

Nolan smiled and gently pinched Jojo's little nose.

"You have no choice but to join. Give me a little more time and I'll come pick you up. Then no one can stop me."

Joanna pouted, which meant she would be staying for a while longer.

Despite being extremely unwilling, the Duke's most beloved little devil obediently nodded and listened to only Joe.

"Then, you must come early!"

I promise you.

191. Farewell is also a reunion

Nolan couldn't resist Jojo's pleading and stayed in the clock tower all night.

Surprisingly, the temple's master did not expel the little heretic, allowing the two sisters to sleep together in each other's arms.

As soon as it was light, Er Qiao opened her eyes. She hadn't slept at all; she had spent the entire night sharing her experiences in Saint Lenza with her sister.

The rogue of the Glorious Saints, the oddball of the Firevine Class, the succubus homeroom teacher and the drunken principal—Qiao Qiao's eyes lit up with excitement, and she was so excited that she couldn't sleep until dawn before she finally closed her eyes in weariness.

Nolan reluctantly got out of bed, her little hands still tightly holding onto her.

She had to leave; no one could bear to see the disappointed look on Joanna's pretty face when she woke up.

"Goodbye."

Nolan leaned down and kissed Joanna on the forehead.

As she turned around, a teleportation array instantly appeared beneath her feet, enveloped in a ball of light.

In the blink of an eye, the disheveled silver-haired girl had already appeared in the Blue Shield Palace, in her own room.

Outside the window, the Temple of the Seven Luminaries remained solemn and sacred in the morning light.

For such a mischievous and adorable child, this was already the greatest amount of affection the Papacy could show.

The "immortal" who never showed up also instilled a sense of dread in the young girl.

The girls had breakfast together and finally met the adorable little prince in the Hall of Flames, expressing their sincere gratitude.

You Li was aloof yet humble, and didn't waste time with idle chatter. He gave Nolan a deep look, personally saw everyone off, and dispatched a heavily armed squad to escort them to the city hall.

Thus, this "pleasant" weekend is almost over, while the chapter of the Holy Alliance has only just begun.

In Avalon, Nolan saw humanity's cunning, treachery, malice, and greed, but he also saw their loyalty, bravery, selflessness, and purity.

Astetraia has indeed taken a liking to an interesting race.

This is a city rife with sin, yet also a sacred place of faith brimming with hope.

She will come back, in a different guise.

In the eyes of the Chaos Witch, most of the people here are quite devoid of faith...

When she returns, the girl will be amidst chaos, overthrowing all the shackles that once bound this world, and allowing the Holy Alliance to rise from the ashes.

No one can remain unscathed in chaos, not even the most devout knight or the most steadfast saint.

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