Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

By the dim light of the waning moon, Nolan could see that beautiful face clearly. Messiah's long, graceful hair shimmered silver in the moonlight, falling down her cheeks and tickling them.

Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?

The girl's eyes were full of curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, which was nothing more than someone's serious nonsense.

Nolan looked completely innocent, blinked, and chuckled, "That's too much. I just wanted Mingming to let more people witness your charm. After all, I'm a die-hard fan of yours too."

"Pah! You're just a hater, always trying to stir up trouble for me, you can't stop for a single day!"

Messiah rolled his eyes, and his words came true.

A star too bright to illuminate the void can only dance in chaos; follow her into illusion...

45. The second believer

Messiah gazed intently at the Milky Way in the night sky, watching a star streak across the horizon.

The shooting star, as described by bards, is a symbol of disaster, signifying that in some plane, in some corner, someone has ended their life at this moment.

Whether short or long, humble or heroic, it is still a life.

However, the girl did not know the meaning of her birth.

Is it just to become a tool to pass on the Blue Heart from generation to generation?

no way!

Even with countless people cheering for her under the spotlight, she still didn't feel any less of the deep-seated loneliness.

Perhaps it was precisely because her ethereal and beautiful voice resonated with every numb soul that the solitary stage became a stage for a group of people to revel.

As Zenola said, Messiah was an autistic girl who could never be left alone; she would start overthinking whenever she was quiet.

She pinched her stomach; it hurt. She then tugged at Nolan's cheek, who whimpered and bit her finger. She then smiled contentedly.

The happiness before my eyes came too quickly, like an unreal dream, making me constantly doubt.

Her uncle was lying to her; he did indeed send Byron, that robot who was wholeheartedly devoted to serving the family.

Messiah thought she was doomed, but when she woke up, her annoying brother was gone, and only her cute little knight was there.

Byron was always decisive and, from childhood to adulthood, he was ruthless in achieving his goals. Once he set his mind on something, no one could change it unless he died.

Did I soften my heart?

Messiah sighed; the possibility was extremely slim.

If Byron still held onto any sibling affection, she would still be willing to call him "brother".

The truth is, Byron simply sensed the approaching death and astutely saved himself from it.

Messiah is clever and quick-witted, but in some matters she is not as mature and composed as the innocent little princess, and she tends to attribute things she can't understand to luck.

Now, she can walk openly on the campus paths of St. Lenza without having to hide it from anyone, leaving behind all her bodyguards and assistants.

Looking back, it's really unbelievable, like the warm and soft silver-haired girl beneath me.

Even if it was a vivid dream, Messiah didn't want to wake up anytime soon. Her campus life had only lasted a week, and it would continue to be wonderful.

Thinking of this, the girl smiled sweetly.

Messiah lay on Nolan's chest, listening to her heartbeat, and the corners of her mouth turned up again.

Although it was very subtle, the frequency was indeed getting faster and faster, and it couldn't escape her ears.

Nolan was wide awake, unable to resist the alluring scent of Messiah's shampoo and the delicate fragrance emanating from her warm, soft body.

"Hey."

"Ok?"

"Do you really believe that as long as your faith is steadfast, the gods will bestow blessings upon you... such empty and unfounded nonsense?"

Nolan smiled too, his attitude unusually sincere.

"I do not believe."

"Then why involve chaos...?"

Messiah tightened his sleeves; even the lawless Star Songstress was wary of the source of chaos.

"Because it's very important to me."

Therefore, the power of Messiah and Zenora is indispensable; losing either one would be a disservice to the perfect start of Girls' Dormitory 516. In fact, we should thank Asteria for her prank.

Messiah sighed, turned her head and nestled against Nolan's soft chest, gazing longingly at the silver-haired girl with a resentful look.

"Idiot, you're always coming up with crooked ideas. Next time you need something, you can just tell me directly. Do you think I'd refuse you?"

After saying this, Messiah's face flushed red. These words were quite ominous, as if they were hinting at something.

"Really? Anything is fine?"

Nolan bit his lip, his heart suddenly racing.

"Um...um..."

Having received a vague reply, Nolan excitedly got up and grabbed Messiah's shoulders tightly. Her pretty face became even redder, and her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, as if she might utter some unspeakable private words at any moment.

Eh?

Wait, wait, is she really going to speak?!

Messiah danced wildly, her eyes darting around. In that instant, even the Federation idol, who had weathered countless storms and remained calm no matter how touching the courtship scene was, panicked.

No sooner said than done.

Nolan took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Let's accomplish a great undertaking together!"

"...Okay, okay."

Messiah lowered her head, her bright face flushed red enough to bleed. Although Nolan's question was not what she wanted to hear, her body still honestly gave a definite answer.

"Ok?"

Messiah raised an eyebrow, immediately realizing he seemed to have been tricked. "What...did you say!?"

Our goal is the stars and the sea!

Nolan swayed, unaware that the blue-haired girl's expression was growing increasingly grim.

So, all that waiting was to hear this idiot spout some stupid nonsense?

"Is that all you wanted to say?"

Messiah's lips twitched, his eyes were icy.

Nolan was stunned. She had thought the late-night recruitment negotiation would be a pleasant one, and everything had been fine just now.

"if not?"

"Go to hell!"

Messiah lifted his foot and stepped on Nolan's face, his cheeks puffing up like steamed buns, signifying the impending outburst of shame and anger.

But when Messiah recalled the silver-haired girl's melodramatic declaration of conquest, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, then deflated.

I never expected that the mature and composed Nolan would have such an adorable side.

Although it was no joke, for the Chaos God-King, there was a fundamental difference between indulging in fantasy and stating facts.

"So it still doesn't work?"

Nolan sighed sadly, his eyebrows drooping in frustration, but he secretly raised his eyelids and pitifully peeked at Messiah.

The beautiful goddess king seems to have learned more than just cheating from mortals...

"Okay, okay, I promise you. Although I don't know what you want to do, I'll follow you wherever you go. Is that alright?"

Messiah poked Nolan's cheek and sighed indulgently, which represented a certain degree of tacit approval.

Nolan's eyes lit up, and he hugged his future personal witch and gave her a big kiss.

"It's incredible. Sometimes I really feel that nothing else matters as long as you're by my side. I wish you were a boy."

Messiah smiled and patted Nolan's head. It wasn't that the mysterious girl hadn't had doubts, but they were all overshadowed by an inexplicable trust, like that of a long-lost friend.

Perhaps there really is such a thing as fate and divine favor in this world?

At that moment, a shadow fell over Messiah's heart, and a mysterious vortex bloomed from the depths of the vast stars hidden in his eyes.

At the same time, a trace of warmth emanated from the chaotic brand on Nolan's chest.

Without a doubt, it was the power of the girl's faith.

Nolan's warmth showed that at this moment, Messiah truly believed in and relied on himself wholeheartedly.

Even though she still doesn't know what kind of creature she's attached to...

46. ​​The Witch Training Project

A wonderful new week begins with a sunny Monday.

Nolan, having washed her face, strolled out of the bathroom with her ponytail swaying, and bumped right into Messiah.

She rubbed her eyes, said good morning, turned around and closed the door. Apart from the meaningful smile in her eyes, she showed no other unusual behavior, as if nothing had happened last night.

Messiah wasn't blind; she could see that Zenora's feelings for Nolan were unusual, and that her curiosity about this mysterious girl was also extraordinary.

Neither of them intended to back down, so before they could find out Nolan's true feelings, the intimate "pleasures" of living under the same roof were even more irresistible.

Anyway, we're all girls, so no one loses out!

There are always some secrets that cannot be revealed to others. Messiah and Zenora have them, as does the mysterious Catherine, but the three of them combined don't have as many secrets as Nolan, that villain.

A few moments later, Zinora, still in her pajamas, scurried downstairs and shouted anxiously into the bathroom, "Hurry up!" She could only hold back her surging tide and squat on the sofa to watch the federal morning news.

Aside from some reruns of funny shows to pass the time, the only program airing in the mornings was the Freedom Wings Council's military segment.

The scene depicts a desolate wasteland shrouded in thick smoke. Despite the sparse light, one can still see rivers of blood flowing across the ravaged land, with mountains of corpses belonging to humans and alien demons.