Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

The moonlight silently bathed the silver-haired girl, her blood-stained, fair profile alluring and captivating. Her soft, gentle voice only intensified the despair in Bard's heart.

"I beg you! Please, let me go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Bard blurted it out.

"Very good, at least you tried, that deserves praise."

Nolan nodded in satisfaction and stood up again.

"Of course I can't let you go, but you clearly saw through it yet still held onto hopeless expectations. That's fear. It makes you seize every possible opportunity to survive, and you'll do anything for it. But the ending was already predetermined. I just added a dose of chaos and accelerated its pace."

Bud's heart sank to the bottom, so weak that he was unable to even utter a curse, and he was sentenced to death.

In an instant, something indescribable enveloped him; emptiness, nothingness, and a bone-chilling coldness enveloped his entire body, dragging him into darkness.

33. Deep Blue Heart

In an instant, something indescribable enveloped Bard; emptiness, nothingness, and a bone-chilling coldness enveloped his entire body, dragging him into darkness.

"Now, tell me, does that thing you're so proud of still have any meaning in the face of death?"

Nolan stomped down hard, crushing Bard's last shred of dignity.

The blood stuck in his throat made it impossible for Bard to express his high-pitched and loud pain anymore; the intense pain in his lower body became the last unforgettable memory etched in the darkness.

Seeing this, everyone understood that Nolan didn't just want to punish Bard, but really wanted to ruin his reputation and kill him here.

The fact that such a bloody farce occurred at the freshman dance was already a dereliction of duty on the part of the student council, and that someone else would die was something no one wanted to see.

The president anxiously called out to Nolan, "That's enough, Miss Nolan. He has already paid the price for his rudeness."

"cost?"

Nolan blinked and smiled shyly.

"Let me put it this way, President, if someone pulled down your pants and mocked your promotion, could you still stand here calmly and smooth things over? If you could, then you're awesome."

The student council president fell silent, only letting out a heavy sigh as he prepared for the worst.

“Equivalent exchange is the devil’s work. What I want is neither an apology nor compensation, but for his body and soul to return to nothingness.”

She stomped on Barton's knee again, and the horrifying sound of bones tearing made the smile on the silver-haired girl's pretty face even brighter.

From the moment Bard attacked Qinora, it became a personal feud, unrelated to gender or faith.

The twitching of that pile of rotten flesh didn't last long before it fell silent, as if it had been tortured to death before losing too much blood.

A deathly silence filled the Galactic Sanctuary. Everyone present was a witness to this bloody duel, and the image of the silver demon under the moonlight lingered in their minds.

At this moment, everyone got to know Nolan Joestar all over again, the cold and ruthless devil of Girls' Dormitory 516.

After doing all this, Nolan's beautiful ruby ​​eyes remained calm and deep, or rather, they had never changed from the beginning. Neither brutal humiliation nor the cruel taking of a life could shake her.

The silver-haired girl wiped her hands and calmly walked through the crowd. The students on both sides had complicated expressions and made way for her as she left.

Zinora covered her nose and, with some disgust, lifted her skirt and moved away from the sanctuary. Having had an even worse experience last time, she managed to control her nausea this time.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, deciding that the ball should end there, and that Nolan had probably gone to fetch the Messiah.

Bard did indeed take a little while...

Meanwhile, on the cliff face of the highlands east of the Saint Lenza Academy, a blue figure who had disappeared from the ball was sitting on the edge of the cliff, hugging his knees.

Beneath his feet lay reefs and raging torrents, an extremely dangerous situation, yet Messiah remained oblivious, simply gazing blankly at the moon in the sky.

The moon over Isherland is silver, like Nolan's beautiful long hair, while her homeland is purple.

Suddenly, Messiah's gaze turned cold, for someone had appeared behind her without her noticing.

The people who were waiting for her in the tulip garden just now.

The man squinted, his blue hair exactly like the Starry Night Diva's. He slowly took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and said, "Is that all? I wanted to indulge you a little longer."

The appearance of this person was clearly a downer for Messiah, who said indifferently, "With you here, I have no good mood at all."

"Really? I'm so sorry."

The man shook his head, but there was no apology on his handsome face. He wore a blue robe covered with golden inscriptions, and seemed to come from a higher plane.

What are you doing here?

"Is that even a question? Of course, we're here to protect you. After all, such a huge thing happened. If it weren't for good luck, this garbage plane would have already disappeared under Hilde's serpent body."

It seems that the invasion of the World Serpent has spread throughout all the prime planes, and the mysterious Black Knight, who also worships the Chaos God King, has also become famous.

"Ha, that sounds nice. You just don't want to see the Deep Blue Heart fall into someone else's hands, don't you?"

Messiah sneered and touched his smooth belly, which was free of any excess fat, beneath his dress—the container of the Deep Blue Heart.

"That's too heartless. It's only natural for an older brother to care about his younger sister's safety."

The man sighed softly; he was actually Messiah's brother.

"Stop your disgusting act, Byron! All you care about is your own power and strength!"

"Okay, I'm not here to argue with you. People like us don't have the right to be willful. Your continued presence here won't benefit anyone."

"It's not good for you, brother."

Messiah suddenly turned around and stared coldly at Byron, who was expressionless.

Byron pondered for a moment, then said, "Think what you will, but now that I'm here, I won't allow you to continue wasting your time in lower planes."

Messiah curled his lip in disdain and walked straight toward the lights of the academy city in the distance.

"My affairs are none of your business, and what right do you have to give orders... Hmm!"

As they passed each other, a snap of fingers rang out, Messiah groaned, clutched his forehead, and collapsed into Byron's arms.

"Sorry, that wasn't a request for information."

Byron held the unconscious Messiah, chanting incantations and complex, obscure spells with his eyes closed.

A spatial ripple gradually appeared on the cliff, and after a long time, it slowly tore open a narrow crack, which was stabilized and reinforced by a secret barrier, leading to another dimension.

Byron wiped the sweat from his brow and opened his eyes again.

Creating a portal to traverse space on his own is extremely time-consuming and exhausting. With his current strength, he is no match for a monster like Hilder who roams the void.

He let out a long sigh of relief and was about to return to the main plane when suddenly there was another person in front of him.

A woman... with a chicken leg in her mouth?

Byron stopped in surprise, somewhat taken aback.

Nolan stood in front of the spatial rift, blocking the blue-haired man's path, a chicken leg dangling from his mouth as he chewed it slowly.

The faint fluctuations of the girl's soul did not arouse Byron's suspicion. In fact, the only things worthy of his attention in this garbage plane were the headmaster of Saint Lenza and the Dragonlance Demon Knight, whose whereabouts were unknown.

"Put her down, and you can leave."

Nolan said this as naturally as if he were giving orders to his subordinates.

This attitude amused Byron, who squinted and said, "Oh? Do you know who you're talking to, little girl?"

Nolan nodded, and what he said next made Byron's expression gradually turn serious.

"The Supreme Lord of Heisenberg in the Higher Dimension, one of the Seven Pillars of the Garan Temple, the newly ascended Saint [Blue Demon], and also the youngest Saint in history, Byron Star, Messiah's elder brother."

Byron looked surprised, opened his eyes a crack, and looked at the mysterious girl again.

How could a native of a secondary plane know so much about him?

34. The First Kiss of the Beautiful Girl God King

How could a native of a secondary plane know so much about him?

Ordinary people probably haven't even heard of the Temple of Garan or Heisenberg.

"Oh? Interesting."

Byron looked surprised, opened his eyes a crack, and looked at the mysterious girl again.

Even by the standards of the main plane's aesthetics, the silver-haired girl was still quite beautiful, it's just that for some reason she was dressed in men's clothing, the dress was tattered, revealing a simple bra and...

Byron didn't linger on Nolan's chest, but the bloody left hand was quite interesting; it was unclear whose blood hadn't dried yet.

Nolan smiled, chewing on a chicken bone, and asked in return, "Then do you even know who you're talking to?"

"I haven't asked yet."

Byron smiled, and the golden patterns on his robes glowed faintly.

Unexpectedly, Nolan grinned and said slyly, "I'm Messiah's roommate, and also her boyfriend tonight. She's mine tonight."

Byron was taken aback, then smiled wryly. "Well, you're interesting. It seems she's made some good friends, but I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Byron's vision went black, and the momentary sense of delusion made him feel as if he were in an ice cellar.

A deep blue elemental shield instantly opened, reflexively enveloping its master's entire body. Rolling waves rapidly gathered, creating a swirling storm in the air, and surging water elemental power spread around the cliff face.

The darkness vanished in an instant. Byron frowned and turned around, but the girl he was holding was gone.

The aloof, silver-haired girl stood gracefully behind him, holding Messiah. No unique fluctuations were visible around her, only the strong smell of blood was noticeable.

Only a saint can snatch a person from another saint, so fast that Byron has no time to react.

Is this the unbearable law she's enforcing?

"What's wrong? Aren't you in a hurry? I won't see you off."

Nolan waved his hand, showing no intention of taking further action, after all, this was Messiah's brother.

The vast waves surged and swelled with Byron's thoughts, as if his weary, drooping eyelids had lifted a crack, ready to fight with all his might.

"It seems this dimension isn't all trash. Who exactly are you?"

Nolan didn't respond, but just smiled and said, "Go, and don't let me see you again. She doesn't want to leave, and no one can take her away. I said it."

You said that?