Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

In her eyes, this kid was full of flaws.

The meaningless cloak buttons, the flimsy straps between the armor pieces, even the waistband...

Completely defeating Parkinson's disease is indeed difficult, but from a psychological perspective, the fleeing plane has already lost the exercise.

How could he possibly save face by standing naked on the sixth training field and continuing the competition?

It can be said that Parkinson's weakness was not only his clothes, but also his dignity. This witch, whose style was equally devoid of honor, left a deep shadow on his young mind.

With the chiming of the clock tower, the lingering martial arts lesson came to an end.

"What should I do...?"

There was no intention to show off or make arrogant pronouncements.

Nolan muttered to herself as she walked away, leaving the stunned crowd with the beautiful silhouette of a female rogue.

This exercise broadened Bella's understanding of combat; it was breathtaking. She looked down at the broken sword Nolan had returned to her, unable to shake off the feeling for a long time.

Lockrean saw the future in Joseph Joestar, and now Isabella sees it too.

The giant mentor scratched his head, suddenly feeling somewhat fortunate that his magical runes were engraved on his armor, making them not so easy to remove.

"That little one is amazing. It took me decades to understand, and she learned it in just one lesson..."

Even though the girl was covered in sweat, she was still a beautiful girl. Although the smell wasn't unpleasant and even had a slightly damp, erotic quality, the Starry Night Diva and the Elf Princess still couldn't tolerate their underwear and school uniform sticking to their bodies.

So, the poor nanny knight who went into the bathroom last not only had to wash herself, but also wash the two sets of dirty clothes in the basket.

The two silly girls each took half an hour to wash, and by the time it was Nolan's turn, his clothes had already been dried by human hands.

Messiah was already sitting gracefully on the sofa, sipping black tea, munching on brown sugar biscuits, and perhaps taking a short nap.

No one could stop her from enjoying a wonderful afternoon tea.

Chinara was humming a song nearby. She had just changed her underwear and came out feeling extremely refreshed.

Several small vortexes appeared at the tip of her index finger, blowing her beautiful golden hair with a secret wind technique while warming the air with a brilliant ball of light. This simple secret technique had been mastered by the top students of Saint Lenza as an everyday tool.

The new week's school magazine is full of juicy gossip, mostly trivial matters, a warm-up for the carnival.

"The Seven Luminaries' Holy Son passed rigorous examinations upon entering the student council and is now a formal member. He's highly likely to participate in the next Silverwing Expedition and has become a favorite in this year's Starry Sky Martial Arts Tournament!"

The first A-level research project of the semester has been announced, with a reward of five million gold coins and a level seven magic armor piece with random attributes. All the clubs are gearing up to recruit members; it remains to be seen which guardian will be chosen as the team leader/mentor.

"Shocking! Underwear has been repeatedly stolen from the boys' dormitory last week. Is this a sign of twisted humanity or moral decay? The student council has officially launched an investigation!"

Interestingly, the rumor is that the witch in room 516 stole it. The second "young master" of the Joestar family really wanted to move into the boys' dormitory, but unfortunately, the school rules didn't allow it.

How can male students be allowed to live in female dormitories?

No!

Absolutely not!

The male students responded enthusiastically, saying that their dorm rooms were willing to accept Nolan, and they protested to the school in a sarcastic tone.

Someone else chimed in, saying that if Miss Nolan wanted, she could offer her own fresh underwear in exchange.

Such malicious speculations are rampant, and many students have begun to use the story of the two Qiaos as a meme to make fun of.

"Utterly boring!"

Ultimately, who cares if a boy loses his underwear in the dorm!

Messiah rolled her eyes, glanced at it a few times and tossed it aside. She picked up the Federation and examined it carefully, but the more she looked, the more she frowned.

The Holy Alliance's campaign against the Abyss Demons was the first to be widely reported.

Continuing from the previous broadcast, the Allied forces, which had been suffering repeated defeats, actually abandoned their rearguard and fled in disgrace. All the officers and leaders passed through the portal back to the Prime Material Plane.

The demons that emerged from the underworld immediately launched an attack upon sensing that someone had left the Abyss Plane, relentlessly pursuing the Allied Forces and devouring the remaining 70% of the Holy Alliance's army.

To prevent the demons from discovering the wormhole in the prime material plane, the Holy Alliance destroyed the teleportation beacon immediately, leaving the others to die.

The isolated and helpless rearguard suffered heavy losses, with very few survivors.

53. Occasionally, she is the queen.

The news immediately caused a huge uproar. Even the free citizens of the Union couldn't stand such a cowardly act.

Unsurprisingly, the commander-in-chief who caused this scandal during the campaign against the Abyss was once again the Allied commander, William the Great.

If it were Duke Joestar, he wouldn't abandon his men and run away even if he were reduced to a single soldier. No, Duke Destruction would never suffer repeated defeats with equal forces and be driven to a dead end.

Unfortunately, he was merely a Holy Knight of the Round Table, with no choice but to follow orders.

Old Joe, who had dedicated his life to the Holy Alliance but was not given important responsibilities, was now being ridiculed by a group of parasitic nobles as he approached his twilight years. He had become neurotic and placed all the family's hopes on his second daughter.

Messiah chuckled dismissively, closed the newspaper, and glanced at the overly quiet bathroom.

The girl's beautiful eyes sparkled with wonder. The surprises that the Two Qiaos brought her were not only their irresistible charm, but also their superb martial arts skills.

His only flaw is that he lacks talent.

Fortunately, this can be compensated for in other ways, but the methods are quite expensive, and I'm afraid the Joestar family cannot afford them.

Saint Lenza is not the weakest among the various dimensional schools, but it is not much stronger either. Its ranking in the annual joint school competition is always in the lower middle range, just so-so.

Messiah chose to escape here simply because her next tour performance happened to be in Iserland. She only wanted to find her lost youth and never thought she could learn any supreme truth from here. However, she unexpectedly encountered this silver-haired girl here.

She and Byron had another true teacher, a saint no less esteemed than the headmaster.

Nolan needs a more powerful mentor to guide her on her journey forward...

"@#￥%"

The charlatan witch was still fretting about something in the bathroom.

What is she muttering?

Zinora pricked up her pointed ears.

"Who knows? Probably some shady schemes they're up to."

Messiah whistled, her pretty face suddenly turning lecherous. "How about we go peek... oops, eavesdrop?"

"Don't even think about it!"

Zinora stuck out her tongue and made a face at the real female hooligan.

Nolan lay sprawled out in the bathtub, her skin fair, smooth, and supple, floating in the vaginal fluid, her face serious as she confronted the air.

Those seemingly united but actually divided believers may genuinely yearn for the Messiah and Zenora, or perhaps for themselves (blushing)?

However, they do not worship.

Faith is a mysterious thing; if you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't.

You can whisper and tempt mortals like the devil, or spread the gospel like Asteria, but in the end, you will always be deceiving the lambs onto your own ship.

Loli Dragon's pursuit of freedom is a tempting facade, but it's too late to steal Stars' jobs now. Besides, they have a good relationship, and they can't very well destroy the Wings of Liberty Council.

People are afraid because of ignorance, and become alienated because of fear.

Fear is the mark left by chaos in people's hearts, inspiring awe and dread.

What Nolan may be doing is simply spreading chaos and the power of truth, so that when ignorance becomes knowledge, fear naturally transforms into worship.

Yes, use gentle methods, don't tear the world apart so easily...

The key is how to implement it in a gentler way; it seems that the Goddess of Chaos, as a mortal, really has a lot to learn.

As Nolan stepped out of the bathroom, it was getting dark outside; it was sunset. He had unknowingly spent the entire afternoon soaking in the bath. His mortal body had never developed a sense of time over the years.

We're starving! You won't even answer when we call you. We'll bring you takeout in a bit! (＞?＜)☆

Two silly girls left a note on the coffee table.

Nolan smiled and went upstairs naked, intending to grab a few clothes from Messiah's room. The two were of similar build, and given her masculine upbringing, she had no habit of buying clothes.

Upon going upstairs, Nolan discovered that the door to the darkest room at the far end was ajar; it was the gateway to the "Dragon's Nest"!

The girl hesitated for a moment. She hadn't seen her dorm leader for several days and didn't know if she was dead or not, so she peeked inside.

The maid Long's room was dark, with the curtains drawn, and a strange smell emanated from it, like alcohol, blood, and a mixture of dust and the scorching scent of deep rock.

Through the dim light from the crack in the door, you could see that the floor was a mess, with bottles and jars scattered everywhere.

There were no mountains of glittering jewels or seas of gold and silver in this place, nor was it at all like a girl's gentle and demure room. Books and clothes were carelessly tossed in the cabinets, and unfamiliar utensils and props were placed on the table.

The love letter that I had secretly left behind was still on the bedside table, untouched. I hadn't dared to wake Ekaterina at the time.

It looks like they've been sleeping until now?

Nolan tiptoed to the bedside and accidentally stepped on an aluminum can.

creak!

In the darkness, two amber lamps suddenly lit up, their vertical pupils staring blankly at the naked intruder, who still looked dazed.

"Wake you up?"

A large, crystalline tail emerged from the blankets, wrapped the silver-haired girl inside, and immediately embraced her, bringing it close to her face to sniff and even licking it with its tongue, seemingly accepting it as food.

The two of them squeezed under one blanket. Nolan's face was flushed red from the scorching dragon breath. Looking down, he could see his senior's explosively exaggerated figure.

Strangely enough, the dragon's aura and fluctuations became even stronger, which, by mortal standards, meant it had broken through to level eleven.

The already terrifying amount of R... has grown even more!?

This speed of advancement is simply astonishing, and I remember the Dragon Princess always being asleep.

Ekaterina hugged Nolan tightly, sniffing him and licking him, her immense power unconsciously leaking out.

Being so close to a high-ranking dragon would likely cause an ordinary level-five soul warrior to suffocate and explode on the spot.

Just when Nolan thought he was about to be swallowed whole, Ekaterina teased, "Why did you come to my room without any clothes on?"

Nolan gave an awkward smile and tentatively asked, "Older sister or younger sister?"

Ekaterina scratched her head, picked up a soda can from the bedside table, poured it out, and then drank the last few drops of alcohol. She crumpled it into a ball of scrap metal and threw it on the floor.

Then, the senior student said in an annoyed tone, "What, you don't want to see me that much?"