Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Nolan swallowed hard; the energy needed to reshape his body was a bottomless pit.

"Idiot, what are you looking at! Take my hand! Do you even know how to lead a dance?"

Messiah was furious. She finally got a chance to be alone with this bastard, but he was only looking at the dining table. Was she less attractive than a chicken leg? Others never had this chance in their entire lives!

"But I can't dance."

"Just consider it keeping me company!"

Before Nolan could say anything more, Messiah pressed his index finger to her lips, lowered his head, and whispered, "Just for one night. Will you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

Ok?

pretend?

"Boyfriend" is a term used when a man and a woman are not yet ready to commit to a lifelong relationship, but maintain an ambiguous and intimate relationship that goes far beyond that of ordinary friends.

Free citizens also have open views on love, and this relatively frivolous way of speaking is unique to the Free Federation. In contrast, a noblewoman from the Golden Flower Duchy who has had more than two boyfriends in her lifetime is considered quite promiscuous.

"What happened out of the ordinary?"

Nolan chuckled to herself. She had gradually become familiar with Messiah's little jokes and would no longer be easily manipulated.

But the moment the girl looked up, her flawless face was filled with a lost and dejected look, her eyes tired and extremely lonely, no longer sparkling with starlight.

"Because I may never have another chance, so I want to experience what it feels like to fall in love with someone."

It was only then that Nolan realized he was wrong. Messiah wasn't just looking for a replacement that wouldn't cause trouble out of a whim; she genuinely wanted to experience the feeling of falling in love as an ordinary girl.

Through this vibrant and beautiful body, the Destroyer of All Realms saw a heart weathered by time.

When a girl becomes accustomed to seeing the possessiveness hidden beneath others' impeccably dressed exteriors, she will no longer be able to distinguish who is sincere and will completely lose the right to love.

It seems being too popular can be a troublesome thing. I'll take some notes.

Having grown accustomed to Messiah's vibrant energy, her sudden vulnerability was all the more heartbreaking. Nolan's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know how to comfort her.

It's a little embarrassing to say, but she also wants to borrow this pathetic power so that the Starry Night Diva can continue to bear the tragic price and work for the Chaos Throne!

(?ω?)

Messiah took a deep breath, shook his head, and forced a smile. "Um, what am I talking about? I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

She was about to back away when she was suddenly grabbed and had her slender waist wrapped around her.

The two were pressed tightly together, their breaths audible, and the strange atmosphere gradually intensified.

Nolan nodded as if possessed, and said, "Well... just for a little while, honey, I'm starving. I'll play house with you after I finish eating."

Messiah paused, then her eyes softened, and she burst out laughing in anger.

"Pfft, alright, alright, I'll eat you to death!"

What follows is quite predictable: the dark corner is filled with the Star Diva's pitiful screams and Nolan's insincere apology, as if they are secretly doing something shameful.

"Ouch!"

"Feel sorry."

"Oh!"

"Excuse me."

"hiss-------"

"sorry."

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh... I'm begging you, please let me go. I'll go eat with you. If this keeps up, I'll have to have my leg amputated."

A few minutes later, Messiah collapsed to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes, clutching her foot. All she wanted to do was beat up her worthless shared boyfriend!

"I told you I can't dance."

The beautiful goddess king shrugged, and a brilliant idea suddenly popped into her head: to get a powerful general for free.

26. Unreasonable desires

Nolan then went to the rest area and started eating and drinking to his heart's content. With a flaming steak in his left hand and a lobster in his right, he devoured everything in his path, leaving the waiters and other students speechless.

The elegant and handsome young man moved methodically, but his cherry-like mouth ate at an astonishing speed, both elegant and ferocious.

Messiah rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at Nolan's profile, occasionally chuckling to herself, seemingly enjoying admiring her most authentic self.

Eat when you're hungry, sleep when you're tired.

She could never do what she wanted as freely as an ordinary person...

The blue-haired girl, barefoot, was huddled on the grass, holding her high heels. Her pink toes were red and looked like they had been trampled quite badly, making her look both comical and pitiful.

If I could really spend three years in college with a silly but handsome boyfriend, that would be a pretty good thing.

Messiah's starry eyes were hazy and tender, and every now and then she would gently roll up her sleeve to wipe the grease from the corner of Nolan's mouth, which aroused a jealous and heartbroken sound.

Suddenly, she shuddered and realized something.

Outside the Galactic Sanctuary, in the tulip garden, a blue-haired youth was quietly watching her, seemingly waiting for something.

Messiah bit her lip, her pretty face pale as if all the color had been drained from her. She glanced deeply at the lively ball that was reaching its climax, gave a self-deprecating smile, and already had a premonition of her fate.

Although it was brief, it was indeed the happiest time of her life...

"Honey, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going back to my dorm first. You should go find Chinara quickly; she must be furious. Apologize to her for me and then dance with her."

Messiah gently pecked Nolan's cheek, blinked, and looked mischievous, as if she didn't want only her feet to suffer.

"Ah."

Nolan nodded silently, watching the Star Diva quietly leave the stage. She seemed dull, but she also noticed that Messiah was not in a good mood today.

"My handsome lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance?"

A polite invitation came from behind her; the magnetic and pleasant voice sounded familiar, belonging to someone who knew her.

He was a handsome, refined young man with brown hair. Nolan glanced at him, licked the greasy tips of his fingers, and looked down at his tight evening tuxedo, as if to say, "Do I look like a lady who would accept an invitation?"

Lockrean wasn't really there to invite anyone to dance. He chuckled and sat down next to Nolan, saying, "I haven't formally introduced myself to Miss Joestar yet. I am a disciple of the Seven Luminaries from the main plane of Cyphers. I met the Duke once. He is... well, a very respectable commander."

"Your Highness is too modest."

As the proud female warrior said, Lockrean is indeed remarkable.

The holy maidens who serve Asteria exist in every plane, but at most they are merely signboard girls who listen to her commands.

The disciples of the gods in the prime plane are different; the Holy Son is Asteria's spokesperson and her apostle.

As expected, several years later, this young man with a seven-colored soul will become a pivotal member of the Holy Alliance Round Table, and can be considered one of the most noble and low-profile students in Saint Lenza.

Nolan glanced at Lockrean and smiled, "However, it's not a good idea to start by praising a notorious devil father."

The brown-haired youth smiled slightly. Duke Joestar was a brave warrior, a reliable commander, but also a terrible father.

"That's true, I was being presumptuous. Where are your other two lovely ladies?"

Thinking back to how those two dirty little girls had transformed into stunning beauties in the blink of an eye, Locke Ryan couldn't help but chuckle.

"Are you looking for Messiah? Sorry, she had to leave. Or are you talking about Zenora?"

“Oh, is that so? I was going to apologize to Her Highness the Princess and the Starry Night Diva for my previous rudeness, but strictly speaking, I am here to see you, Miss Nolan.”

"I?"

Nolan was somewhat surprised.

Lockrean was eloquent, gentlemanly, and gentle in manner, quite unlike the arrogant servant, making him hard to dislike. This was why Nolan was willing to talk to him.

The brown-haired youth cleared his throat and suddenly said solemnly, "In a necessary moment in the future, I would like to invite you to join me in accomplishing a great task!"

Since fate led them to meet and become connected, there must be some revelation behind it, a belief Lockrean, as a devout believer, thought.

Nolan's rosy lips, which had been happily devouring the food, froze.

Why does this sound so familiar?

Ah, isn't that the flirtatious thing she's always wanted to say to the Messiah but couldn't bring herself to say it?

Nolan's expression turned strange, a sudden chill running down her spine. She instinctively thought of the shy boy who had given her love letters, and asked, "You... want to have sex with me too?"

"Huh?"

Locke Ryan was taken aback, his handsome face flushing red. He forced a smile and said, "W-what are you talking about? How could I possibly have such inappropriate thoughts about you? Uh, please don't misunderstand, you are certainly very charming, but..."

While the Holy Son was still giving his rambling explanation, Nolan wiped his hands, got up, and left.

"It's not the best. Please excuse me. Although this party is boring, some people are still looking forward to it. We can't keep her waiting too long."

Locke Ryan paused, then did not continue the chase.

There's plenty of time; there's no need to rush.

In just a few days, he could see some of the excellent and reserved qualities in Miss Joestar and wholeheartedly agreed with Duke Joestar's choice of successor.

Even if the second young lady refuses to admit it, she still cannot hide the similarities between herself and the Duke of Destruction.

Nolan will become a very good Holy Knight, while what Lockrean wants is nothing more than the loyalty of the next Duchess of Destruction, who will one day swear to become his guardian knight.

However, the chaos and disorder seem to have nothing to do with holiness.

That night, under the starry sky, the students of St. Lenza harbored different thoughts, some sinister and malicious, but many more innocent and naive.

The most naive among them have their thinking still stuck at the level of their lower body, letting their emotions and impulses dictate their actions.

There's nothing to be ashamed of. Isn't that what youth is all about?

The increasingly energetic dance music brought the party to a climax, and the young men and women on the dance floor had all sorts of thoughts.

Some were disappointed, some were delighted, some were overjoyed, and some were melancholy...

No one could have imagined that Chinora was also among the disappointed. As the noble and beautiful flower of the Sun Court and the princess of the high elves, she should have been the focus of everyone's attention and the undisputed queen of the homecoming season.

However, the little silly girl's fate took an irreversible turn starting from the Storm Plains.

The Grand Knight Commander, who was supposed to protect him for life, suddenly departed without even having the chance to hold a funeral.

The internal strife among the various elven races within the royal court was so severe that even the naive little princess could guess which prince had sent the assassins.