Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Now, she's being bullied again by that philandering cat, Messiah!

27. Dancing with the stars and the sun

There is actually no connection between the two, but the sentimental Chinara is in the most beautiful and dreamy season of her life, and she is in a foreign land and has lost her support. She is anxious and sensitive, so of course she will try her best to feel sorry for herself and make herself look more like a tragic heroine with a tragic fate.

Zinora sat on a bench by the park, chin in hand, clutching her gorgeous dress, reluctant to get it dirty. She apologized and declined invitations from one man after another, while watching the other students' clumsy dance steps with envy.

I was just wandering around the Galactic Sanctuary, and I didn't find Nolan. I bumped into a lot of people and twisted my ankle. I can only rest and daydream here.

"Nothing good has happened since she showed up!"

The little princess angrily cursed her childhood sweetheart, who was actually a fake friend.

However, given her laning skill level, the vocabulary in her mind is limited to cute words like "idiot," "fool," and "bad thing."

If you hold back for a moment, you'll only get angrier; if you back down, you'll only feel like you've lost out!

The beautiful dream of dancing with her beloved under a sky full of stars was shattered, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back. The little elf, who had been holding back her grievances, finally cried out "Wah!" and buried her face in her knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Are you hungry?"

A strange greeting suddenly appeared.

"Get out of here! I didn't dress up all this way just to dance with you!"

Chinara covered her wet face, not wanting anyone to see her in such a state, assuming she was just another one trying to pick her up.

Why did that person suddenly barge into my world, firmly establishing himself with unparalleled dominance...?

Why is it a girl?

Regardless, from that desperate night onward, the pact between the two could never be erased, and the innocent elf princess was determined to be the one who wanted to become the only true god in her life.

"Okay, it just so happens that I can't dance either."

"Ok?"

The neutral voice sounded extremely familiar. Zinora stopped crying and secretly looked up. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw the silver figure.

Nolan was squatting on the grass in front of him, holding a plate full of large chicken legs, with one stuffed in his mouth, looking very satisfied, as if he still wanted more.

To be fair, the Federation's cuisine is renowned, and even the Destroyers of All Realms would never be willing to harm the free cities of any plane.

"How could you...?"

Chinara burst into laughter through her tears, overjoyed.

She wanted to throw herself into Nolan's arms, but then she felt it would be too humiliating to forgive her so easily. So she crossed her arms, turned her head away, and snorted, giving the insincere girl a haughty look, as if waiting for a more sincere apology.

"Hmph, so you've finally decided to come back to me? Where's that little wildcat?"

"She seems to have run into some trouble; she looks very unhappy."

Nolan seemed thoughtful, then grabbed a chicken leg and placed it in front of Chinara. "It smells really good. Are you sure you don't want to try it? Once we get back to the dorm, we'll only be eating our dorm leader's terrible cooking."

Chinara sniffed, the aroma of meat mixed with special spices filling her nostrils. She hadn't had dinner yet, and her stomach was empty and rumbling with hunger. She was momentarily tempted, but then she remembered something, blushed, and spat, "Idiot! That's not the problem! Messiah's in trouble? Are you alright? What are you standing there for? Go help her!"

Nolan paused for a moment, then patted Zinora's head.

"Not urgent."

A touch of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), a hint of Mary Sue, and a tiny bit of princess syndrome—these elements combine to create this kind-hearted, silly girl with a uniquely imaginative mind.

Chinara possesses all the wonderful qualities of an elf, except for that haughty arrogance, which makes her all the more endearing.

Nolan wiped away the princess's tears and said with a smile, "She hasn't offered her faith to me yet, so of course I have to take care of my first believer in Iserland first!"

"Well."

Zinora blushed, feeling a sweet sensation in her heart, but then she realized something was amiss.

"Wait, you don't mean you're planning on having a second, a third, or a fourth one, do you?"

"Of course! One day my followers will be numbering in the tens of thousands and spread throughout the world!"

Nolan nodded, gazing confidently at the night sky; she was moving towards this great goal!

"Tens of thousands!?"

Chinara's eyes widened in disbelief. Was she building a harem or raising pigs?

That's outrageous! She must be completely cuckolded. How can this philandering woman say such things with such self-righteousness?

"Dream on! I... I'll only allow you to have two concubines at most, no more! Once I inherit the throne, you'll be a prince. An elf can only have one mate in her lifetime. If you dare to betray me, I'll... I'll bite you to death!"

Zinora wrinkled her nose, grabbed Nolan, and gave him a fierce look that looked like she was going to eat him alive!

"what?"

Nolan tilted his head, "Empress, Prince, concubine, what a bunch of nonsense."

Two aren't enough.

Wait, are they really talking about the same thing?

"Before that, you'll... dance with me..."

Zinora whispered in Nolan's ear, her voice barely audible, growing softer and softer, her pretty face now as round as a ripe apple.

"What did you say?"

"I said, dance with me!"

Chinara blushed and roared, wiping her smeared face clean as she jumped off the chair, puffing out her cheeks in anger.

"After you finish dancing, bring Messiah back. Don't be fooled by her nonchalant appearance; she's actually a super withdrawn and gloomy person inside. We absolutely can't leave her alone to overthink things."

"you sure?"

"Of course!"

"Ok."

Nolan reluctantly put down the plate, wiped his oily hands, bowed slightly, and extended his hand to the girl, extending the long-awaited invitation to dance.

His etiquette was impeccable, but ballroom dancing was clearly not part of the mandatory course for tough men that Duke Joe had prepared.

"Yes, Your Highness. Don't regret it, I've already persuaded an ignorant mortal to leave."

Zinora bit her lip, placed her hand in Nolan's palm in response, and smiled sweetly.

"It's okay, just leave it to me."

The two stepped into the Milky Way dance floor together, their feet landing on countless stars to the beat, a scene that immediately attracted many curious glances.

Starry Night Diva and Sun Princess are arguably the two hottest stars among the new generation. Not only are they of noble birth and beautiful, but their talents are also outstanding. The number of suitors they have could probably conquer the secondary plane of Iselan.

At this very moment, the most alluring sunflower in the Elf Kingdom was being held in the arms of an unheard-of silver-haired pretty boy, their posture sweet and intimate, just like lovers.

First it was Lord Messiah, then Princess Zenora; everyone was filled with intense curiosity about this excessively handsome young man.

To Nolan's surprise, the two did not embarrass themselves; instead, they led the audience with their stunningly beautiful dance moves.

Chinara's dancing skills were surprisingly good. Under her guidance, even Nolan could keep up with her graceful steps, simply by relaxing his mind and body and moving to the rhythm of the music.

It has to be said that this is a unique experience that the beautiful goddess king has never had before.

28. The Vanished Queen

Zinora rested quietly on Nolan's shoulder, her pointed ears twitching up and down—a sign of contentment and happiness.

As the song ended, the dancers around them released their hands to greet each other, and according to custom, they could exchange dance partners at this time.

With Messiah suddenly gone, the restless crowd turned to Zenora and several other beautiful women, many eager to snatch the princess from that damned man.

Beside them, a tall figure, who had also finished a dance with his female partner, bowed slightly, greeted Nolan and Zinora, and politely inquired, "Your Highness, how have you been? May I have the honor of requesting a dance from you?"

"You too, Your Holiness, it is my honor."

After a moment's hesitation, Zinora, who did not dislike the man who had helped her, accepted Lockrean's invitation out of respect for the Septian Temple.

She was quite familiar with this kind of social occasion, but she shouldn't assume that just anyone could exchange pleasantries with the princess of the Sunrise Royal Court. There were probably no more than a handful of celebrities here who could reach the level of these two.

Nolan also ran into the woman he least wanted to meet: Bella, of course, was Lockrean's dance partner.

The female warrior, having removed her armor, changed into a well-fitting dress with a novel and unique design featuring black-edged rose embroidery, revealing her sexy back.

Bella's shoulder-length flaxen hair fell softly over her shoulders, and her muscular body was well-proportioned and slender, giving her a unique allure. She was also a very eye-catching beauty in the Sanctuary.

Her face was stiff and expressionless, ruining her beautiful features.

It was clear that Bella wanted to turn away, but remembering the Holy Son's instructions to shake hands and make peace, she forced herself to hold back her displeasure and reached out her hand to that odd woman dressed as a man.

She sympathized with the Qiao sisters' experiences and background, but that was no reason for them to be arrogant.

Nolan hesitated. It would be a sign of sincerity for the reserved girl to take the initiative to invite the other party to dance, but she really didn't know how. And Bella didn't seem like a noblewoman as skilled in dance as the two next to her.

This brief hesitation made Bella frown and feel somewhat annoyed.

Does this guy not even understand the most basic etiquette? Refusing a woman's invitation at a ball is a very impolite and contemptuous act. Even if he doesn't appreciate it, he should at least pretend to.

Does she really think she's happy about it?!

During a break between dance partners, a strange man in an extravagant green suit suddenly jumped onto the central platform, grabbed a microphone, and started shouting.

"That's right, it's me again, the student council president who's number one on the list of the most troublesome students and teachers in the whole school! How was everyone's holiday? Did you miss me?"

There was no applause, but boos rose and fell, though they were just good-natured teasing.

This student council president seems to have a very high reputation among the students.

The strange man in green had an unusual appearance. He was dressed in a suit but wore slippers. He was tall and thin, and wore thick glasses that made it difficult to see his face.

Bella and Nolan couldn't help but take a second look; most of the freshmen didn't recognize or understand what this guy was doing.

The student council president, holding the microphone, pushed up his glasses and said with a mischievous grin, "I'm sure everyone's been waiting impatiently. The moment everyone's been waiting for is about to be revealed. Now I'm going to announce the most popular stars of the back-to-school season. Please welcome our King and Queen this year!"

Is this even a possible setting?

Nolan shook his head and chuckled.