Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"Hmph, how naive!"

Princess and Star Songstress ran around with their staffs, chasing and playing, throwing small balls of light and small bubbles.

The most basic elemental bullets of the secret technique became toys in the hands of the two, unable to harm even small animals, and only tickling people.

The scene was so beautiful that it was unbearable to look at. Everyone else was stunned and stood there, blushing and just laughing like idiots.

Until her dream was shattered by a bucket of cold water poured down by her mentor.

The man with the mustache snorted coldly.

"Pay attention!"

Lucy licked her lips, nimbly flipped over, picked up a short dagger, and provocatively beckoned with her finger, no longer letting her guard down, seemingly taking the agile route.

Nolan also took a long, blunt sword from the weapon rack beside her. She wielded the greatsword, which was almost as tall as her, with ease, which was astonishing.

The silver-haired girl in her school uniform, with her long legs and white stockings, was tall, beautiful, and had a cool and aloof demeanor. As always, she exuded a different kind of beauty in the eyes of the other students.

Messiah looked at Nolan's profile, blinked, and still thought the men's clothes looked better. Even now, she couldn't imagine that such a cute girl could kill someone.

On the third training ground, the sounds of metal clashing frequently rang out, elemental sparks flashed, and the new students were also engaging in minor skirmishes. The instructors' axes were becoming more and more standardized, and they were at least learning how to use spirits for assistance and the correct way to use weapons.

Of course, for Nolan and the others, this was just a relaxing physical education class, not even a warm-up.

The overreacting freshmen will soon realize that this course is just a basic, introductory course, and it is far less professional in terms of combat and defense than some popular elective courses.

clang!

Nolan knocked Lucy's weapon away again and said calmly, "Lower your center of gravity, don't shrug when you attack, and also, there are too many meaningless feints."

Lucy was panting, her two breasts bouncing and swaying under her swimsuit, making one feel uneasy.

From initial annoyance to confusion, and then to admiration, the swimsuit-clad girl finally surrendered and collapsed on the grass.

"Squad leader, we're both level five Soul Warriors, so why can't I even get close to you?"

why?

This is definitely not Lucy's problem; someone capable of harming the Lord of Chaos probably hasn't been born yet.

Nolan thought for a moment, then suddenly gave a thumbs up and started spouting nonsense with a straight face.

"Because I have a faith, would you like to know more about it?"

"Huh?"

Lucy paused, stunned. "What is faith?"

"That's right...that's right...doesn't Huang Ge have his own guardian deity?"

"No, what is it then?"

"......"

The swimsuit girl's question stumped Nolan, but it also opened up new avenues for the "Beautiful Girl God King's" thinking.

Lucy seems to come from a primordial plane below the secondary plane. Primordial planes are mostly barren lands unsuitable for life and reproduction, with scarce resources and monsters running rampant. Apart from bounty hunters and adventurers, no one cares about them. What servant of the gods would be willing to go and save ignorant souls?

The indigenous people there had never even seen a temple, let alone had any religious beliefs.

There are many, many more of these primitive and backward original planes.

My God, that's a paradise of faith, a fertile ground for the soul!

A high and mighty deity like Asteria only cares about the quality of faith, but the vicious and wicked Chaos Goddess only cares about quantity!

Nolan's eyes lit up, her cold and beautiful face instantly crumbled, and she smiled like a lovesick fool, "Really? That's great! You must take me to see your hometown properly sometime."

"Uh, yes, it's possible, but it's very, very far away, and the teleportation fee is very expensive."

money?

This is indeed a problem.

Gods don't have a penchant for collecting mortal currency, but Nolan was instantly reassured when he turned his head and saw the two cheerful, wealthy young women.

Little did she know that people didn't need faith at all; as long as they were given plenty of water, they would worship and be worshipped.

Nolan stuck the blunt sword in the ground, and as soon as he sat down, Lucy pounced on him, rubbing her face against his like a puppy.

"There's a flaw! Hehe, relax now!"

The fact that Lucy dared to approach Nolan so rashly shows that she clearly wasn't interested in the freshman ball and went swimming instead, thus missing the horrific scene she witnessed.

The girl's sweat soaked Nolan's body, and the soft, damp feeling made Nolan blush slightly. She was unaware that her unique charm was fatal to both men and women.

41. Ultimatum

"You're Nolan?"

Just then, an unfamiliar male voice came from above.

Lucy and Nolan brushed off the weeds and stood up, looking puzzled.

The man, whom I had never met before, smiled broadly. He looked Nolan up and down with a brazen and rude gaze, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her body.

That was the uniform of the Black Iron Campus; the peculiar pattern of the insignia on his chest resembled a round table or an exquisite shield.

This uninvited guest was not part of the general training course at the third training ground.

"it's me."

Nolan rested his hands on the blunt sword, the whispers of the other students already reaching his ears.

"That is... the emblem of the Glorious Saints?"

"Hey, don't mess with those people, she's in trouble."

The society Gale mentioned seemed to be quite famous in San Lenza, though not for a good reason.

“Good, very good. I am Ferrer Salimon, the second in line to the throne of the Ironwood Kingdom. It is an honor to meet you.”

The man seemed quite pleased with Nolan; he bowed slightly, greeting his ally with the etiquette of the Holy Alliance.

"Although it's a bit late, I still want to offer my sincerest blessings to Miss Nolan on behalf of the Glorious Saints. Welcome to Saint Lenza."

"what?"

Nolan squinted, not understanding the other party's intentions.

"We respect Duke Joestar's great contributions to the Holy Alliance, which is why we chose to negotiate instead of going to war directly."

Feller's affable smile made Nolan laugh.

War... Negotiation...

How can a group of kids who have never even been on a battlefield be so immature? There should be limits to playing house.

“Everyone has to pay the price for what they do. Bard offended you and he deserved to be punished, but you should never be the one to make the judgment. Now that he's dead, you will also pay the price.”

What a price to pay.

Chinara and Messiah also noticed the strange situation and silently came up behind Nolan. This unpleasant attitude made the two of them look gloomy.

"Oh?"

Nolan smiled and waited for what was to come.

What kind of fun will this group of kids bring us? It's really something to look forward to.

Feller cleared his throat, seemingly feeling that the buildup and build-up were over, and changed his tone, "Fortunately, the Minister is very interested in you. As long as you agree to one thing for him, he can forgive and forget. We are always lenient with our own people."

Nolan smiled without saying a word, but Zinora retorted coldly, "To do something wrong and still be so self-righteous, I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Feller wasn't angry. He said in a relaxed tone, "It's nothing. It's a very simple matter. You just need to refuse Duke Joestar's demands and make it public, offer your sword, swear allegiance, and become the minister's servant."

Nolan smiled and remained silent, so Ferrer continued to gently coax, "If you've heard of that person's name, you'll know that this is actually a great honor. In this way, you can also relinquish your duties as heir, regain your female identity, and enjoy the happiness you deserve."

"Happiness? You dare call that happiness!?"

Messiah, who had been observing coldly, finally couldn't hold back any longer and sneered, "You disgust me. War servant, that sounds nice, but you mean slave, don't you? Dalton and his war servants' depraved behavior is enough to shame the entire Temple of War. Do you think there's anyone who doesn't know that?"

"Dalton!?"

That name once again elicited gasps from the trainees.

Among all realms, the prestige and followers of the God of War Anuba are second only to the Seven Luminaries Goddess. The followers of the War Lord are active on battlefields in various planes, and without exception, all the powerful figures who have emerged from the Temple of the God of War have become the masters of the battlefield.

Those believers selected to study at the Temple of War were naturally considered candidates for the next saint, including Dalton, the eldest prince of the Tafus dynasty, among this cohort of War believers.

As the future emperor of the dynasty, ranking second in strength among the many leaders of the Holy Alliance, and a highly regarded young powerhouse in the Temple of War, Dalton's name is now widely known and celebrated throughout various planes.

The Messiah also knew that shining new star, who was all show and no substance, and heard countless ugly truths about him in private.

He abused royal power to satisfy his personal desires, deceiving female believers of the Temple of War into becoming his bed partners under the guise of war servants, whose only responsibility was to accompany him in his pleasure.

Isn't that just being a slave?

How dare he belittle Nolan like that!

Feller, unperturbed by being exposed, instead quipped, "My Lord Messiah, don't put it so harshly. Love between men and women is a natural thing, and it is an honor for them to be possessed by the future supreme being. If we follow your logic, wouldn't you one day become a man's sex slave?"

"you!"

Messiah clenched her little fists in anger, but a loud bang that followed instantly calmed her down.

throat!

Nolan flicked his hand, and the greatsword stuck in the ground was now heavily pressed against Feller's neck, its weight pressing down on his shoulder by half.

Feller was slammed down halfway, his face ashen, yet he dared not move. His arrogance was also extinguished out of thin air. His strength was even inferior to Bard's; he was merely a diplomat delivering messages.

Feller swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine as he thought of Bard's fate. He forced himself to remain calm and said in a low voice, "I believe you will make the right decision, just like Miss Alicia."

Nolan's eyes turned cold at the inappropriate name, and with a swift slash of his blunt knife, he left a red mark on Ferrer's delicate neck.

"Who gave you permission to casually mention her name?"

"Heh, you may indeed harbor some secrets, but under the glory of the Temple of War, the petty tricks of those evil gods are utterly insignificant. Now that you've changed your mind, that lord will guarantee that no one in the entire Holy Alliance will cause trouble for the Joestar family!"

Feller maintained his composure and did his best to promote the Temple of War in order to cover up his complete ignorance of the Throne of Chaos.

That's interesting...