Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

"The day is the shackles of the night, and the body is the fetters of the soul. They do not wish to rest, so they bow down to me. I will grant them eternal life and bring eternal night upon the world."

Nolan paused, then suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"what happened?"

Messiah turned his head and saw two familiar figures under the streetlights next to him.

Two student council members are patrolling the Flowing Water Garden in the center of the five campuses; one is handsome and refined, the other is athletic and beautiful.

"Oh, Your Highness, you're doing this kind of hard work, serving all the students for free. You must be very tired."

Messiah chuckled and couldn't help but make a teasing remark.

The two were naturally inseparable, master and servant Lockrean. He looked at the chubby jackal puppet and, based on the pleasant voice, made up the name. He asked uncertainly, "Miss Messiah...?"

"That's right, because I'm the one who let you find out, you can't ask me to dance!"

Locke Ryan chuckled, "Well, that's unfortunate."

Messiah wagged its tail, stood on tiptoe, patted Lockrean's shoulder, and said with a wicked smile, "Just kidding. I know you're not interested in me, but you've missed your chance. Nolan is mine now, and his whole body has become my shape!"

(?o?o)??

As mischievous as ever.

Locke Ryan shook his head with a wry smile, realizing that the more he explained, the worse it got, so he simply stopped trying to explain.

Bella looked around and asked curiously, "Where are Miss Nolan and Her Highness the Princess? Why are you here alone?"

"one person?"

Messiah's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong. When he turned around, both Zenora and Nolan were gone.

The crowd around him was jostling and thronging, so where could he find the Horse-Faced Knight and the Scarecrow? He was left with only himself and a yawning, giant-breasted dragon.

"Humph!"

Messiah pouted and stared at Catherine.

Damn it, I let go for a second and that cunning little sprite kidnapped me!

At the same time, a clown who had been staying by the pool squeezed into the crowd. Locke Ryan frowned slightly; he had been watching this person for a long time, and it seemed that he had been following him the whole time.

Maybe it's just my imagination.

88. Carnival Killer

Zino pulled Nolan's arm and weaved through the crowd of protesters, only relaxing when she realized no one was following.

"What's wrong?"

Nolan then recovered from the shock of the ancient Elvish phrase.

"N-nothing! Let's go!"

Chinara hurriedly waved her hand and pulled Nolan toward the windmill path south of the Water Garden.

The cliff by the sea is a great place to watch fireworks. There are far fewer people here than on the main road. Students who prefer peace and quiet chat and laugh in pairs, searching for maple leaf patterns on the grass of the training ground to exchange for rewards.

"And what about them?"

"I don't know, maybe she went to buy food?"

"Yeah."

Zinora smiled shyly, poked her little head out from the straw, and awkwardly moved closer to Nolan.

Messiah, that vixen, is always caught between the two of them, and they never get to spend time alone together in the dormitory. Today, they finally have a chance to have some alone time.

The princess was secretly pleased but also resentful. Apart from the memorable "confession," the future prince was really too oblivious at other times!

"From this day forward, I am your god!"

This statement is still considered by the lovely and erudite little silly girl to be the most affectionate confession she has ever heard.

The silver-haired girl, more handsome than any boy, yearned for all the faith deep within her soul, to become her sun, her moon, her countless stars, and to occupy her entire world.

Such a domineering and assertive declaration, isn't it just incredibly romantic?

Isn't this clearly a case of the little witch, after rescuing the damsel in distress, immorally demanding sexual favors in return from the fairy princess?!

That's utterly devoid of chivalry!

"Morning Star City... What kind of place is Nolan's home?"

Gazing at the stars and fireworks in the sky, Zinora looked tenderly at the horse-faced man, a scene that was quite comical.

"I don't know. I grew up in a manor and rarely had the opportunity to go out."

Nolan was simply stating a trivial fact without much emotional impact.

But this was abnormal for a girl. Zino tightened her grip on the small hand, her eyes filled with a sense of shared suffering and pity. She had also heard about the pitiful background of the two Qiaos.

"Really? I'm sorry, so you're the same. I... I've never seen anywhere outside the palace either."

Both were subject to their parents' wishes and grew up like puppets.

It was this rebellious spirit that drove the princess to flee to the Holy Alliance territory, beyond the reach of the Sunlit Royal Court, taking only her most trusted guardian knight with her, and ultimately causing his death...

"My mother is a beloved empress, yet I have never felt a shred of care from her. Even when I am unwilling, I complete her orders without question, only to receive a simple 'thank you for your hard work.' She is so stingy with even her smiles. Do I, in her eyes, merely a tool, less valuable than any of her other subjects? I don't know how much longer I can stay here..."

Chinara's eyes dimmed, and she sighed.

Unfortunately, Nolan is not an ordinary girl, and she can hardly understand this complex emotion.

She scratched the back of her head and said foolishly, "Don't worry, no one can take you away without my permission."

What the beautiful goddess king actually wants to say is: Sorry, you're just a tool for spreading chaos in my eyes, but I can have as many smiles as I want. The retired goddess king has become an idol manager and will provide the witch with kneeling service around the clock!

╮(?o3o?)╭

Chinara laughed, not believing it but feeling inexplicably relieved. She couldn't help but tease, "Mother is a very stubborn person. You can't persuade her. On the contrary, I think you are very likely to be persuaded by her. She is really good at gaining the trust of others. She is a very charming empress."

Oh wow, she's quite popular. This information is crucial. It seems the Elf Queen is also a potential candidate for witch.

Write it down in your notebook!

Nolan rubbed his hands together excitedly. If he could control this stunning mother and daughter pair, he could greatly weaken Asteria's influence in the Elven court.

"She can't beat me, that's enough."

This straightforward answer was very much in Nolan's style, and Zinora laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Hehehe... It's settled then. She'll definitely be furious when I go home next time. You have to come with me to persuade her to support me!"

"no problem."

The sweet fruits of Zenora and Messiah are not yet ready for harvest. Once the Throne of Chaos establishes a preliminary foothold in the subplanes, its tentacles for reaping faith will inevitably reach out to the Elven Kingdom and the Astral Consortium.

Moreover...

As Xiao Nuo just mentioned, Mahe's sister is still in the village of the Forest Elves. I heard that she has had a strange disease since she was a child and it is difficult for her to live past adulthood. Her family is not well-off, so they need a lot of money to go to the main plane for treatment.

Since he had promised Mach, Nolan would personally deliver what the child had obtained with his life.

Under the starry sky, the carnival reached its climax, with fireworks bursting all around, illuminating the night like day, and the sounds of explosions echoing everywhere.

Unbeknownst to them, the two had reached a secluded corner where no one was around.

Suddenly, a balloon floated in front of me out of nowhere.

Behind me, a clown in heavy makeup was running over, shouting and frantically chasing after the scattered balloons that had accidentally slipped from his grasp.

Zinora blinked, reached out to grab the thin thread that was right in front of her, and heard a "bang".

The balloon suddenly burst, and a plume of white smoke spread out from it.

"Well!"

Chinara was startled, frowned, smelled a strange odor, then clutched her forehead, her legs going weak.

Nolan, who initially didn't take it seriously, frowned slightly as the strange smell entered his nostrils, causing him to momentarily lose his balance and become unsteady on his feet.

At that moment, the clown's speed suddenly increased as he approached, and the gloomy dark spirit that had vanished into the night suddenly burst forth. A white light flashed from his sleeve and slammed into the two of them!

Nolan's eyes narrowed, and he only managed to shield Zinora to the side before being bumped on the shoulder by the Joker, staggering backward and grabbing the railing for support.

The clown flipped and retreated into the shadows, moving with lightning speed. He coldly stared at the horse-faced knight, his previous distress replaced by indifference and numbness.

The hood was sliced ​​in two by a sharp blade, revealing a head of beautiful silver hair and a pale, pretty face.

Nolan felt a chill in his chest, and a metallic taste filled his mouth. He looked down with difficulty and realized that a short dagger made of animal hide was stuck in his chest. The excruciating pain gradually spread from his chest to his entire body.

Blood stained the girl's clothes and soaked Chinora's golden hair. The little princess collapsed in Nolan's arms, unconscious.

Damn!

Because I relaxed too much when I went back to school...

In that instant, many thoughts flashed through Nolan's mind. He had assumed the assassin's target was the little silly girl.

But it turned out to be himself!

The clown looked surprised. First came the Nightmare Potion, then the unexpected Heart-Slicing Strike. The rare and potent poison attached to the body was activated upon contact with blood, enough to melt even the dagger. It should have completely destroyed the body and all traces within seconds.

However, the girl, who was only a level five soul spirit and should have been dead, was panting in pain, her crimson eyes fixed on him.

89. Chaos Dragon Knight

No one can stand up after suffering such a fatal injury!

The clown's pupils contracted slightly, and his hands trembled as if he had seen something unbelievable.

A black flower quietly bloomed from the girl's heart...

"It's you!"

Having missed his target, the assassin did not hesitate, his body trembling with cold as he retreated violently, tearing open a spatial scroll with both hands.

The surrounding light slowly distorted, and the clown vanished.