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“So boring.”
Shiallia lay on the lounge chair woven from branches, looking at Rui, who was sitting on a branch and communicating with animals.
Although she had been captured here by Shelley, Shiallia was surprisingly not imprisoned. Or rather, since she had been brought here, no one had paid any attention to her.
Interrogation, threats, giving orders to the church in her name… none of that.
What she had to do every day was to get up from bed and then be served by a maid… This meticulous care had made Shiallia’s bad first impression of Shelley improve a little. She had also gradually let down her guard and no longer hoped to escape from here every day.
Later, when she was strolling in the garden, she had “accidentally” met Rui, who had come to play with the animals, and the two of them had quickly become friends.
Although she didn’t have any ill feelings toward others, she didn’t like them either. She spent most of her time in the garden.
“Let’s go somewhere else.”
No matter how beautiful the environment here was, it would be boring after a long time.
Rui stopped her fingers from plucking the zither at her words, blinked, and said with a smile, “Alright. Where should we go?”
She leaped lightly from the branch, turned into a small cat in mid-air, and landed in Shiallia’s arms.
“Let’s go out and see a noble salon.”
“Sister Nadia said that there seems to be a literary salon in the palace today.”
A salon?
Stroking the smooth fur of Rui in her arms, Shiallia also became a little interested. She had always been active in nature and really didn’t know much about noble salons.
Since there was a chance now, and there was really nowhere else to go, she was naturally willing to go and see.
Shiallia used the little divine power she had accumulated to transform her appearance, turning into a noble lady holding a cat. She was indeed a little cowardly and did not dare to directly violate Shelley’s request and change back to her original appearance. But this did not stop her from transforming her appearance to deceive mortals.
“Anyway, no one will see through it…”
Only a legendary being could see through her current appearance, and how many legendary beings would there be in a literary salon?
So she happily carried Rui and walked toward the reception hall where the salon was located. But what she hadn’t expected was… this number was far beyond her imagination.
…
With her noble temperament and arrogant appearance, Shiallia had no one to stop her on the way and came to the reception hall unimpeded. But the first step she took, Shiallia regretted it… because the moment she quietly entered the door, many beautiful eyes looked in her direction.
!!!
“How can there be so many legendary beings?”
“This is just a literary salon.”
Standing blankly at the door, Shiallia felt like a clown in a strange costume. She had thought that no one would recognize her, but it turned out that there were acquaintances all along the way.
Social death. Very shameful.
Shiallia suppressed her shame, pressed her lips together, found a seat as if nothing had happened, and then observed the people who were looking at her.
A purple-robed woman with a mature aura and a lazy appearance was leisurely leaning on a chaise longue, twirling a silver pipe in her hand. She looked at her with some surprise, and then she nodded at Rui in her arms and quickly turned her head away, no longer paying attention.
“She has the favor of the Goddess of Misfortune. Is she her God’s Chosen?”
Another was a seemingly naive and innocent young girl. She smiled exceptionally brilliantly after she found her. Her large eyes were as if they could speak, full of amusement.
“This feeling… a gold dragon?”
“Hmm? A follower of the Goddess of Good Fortune?”
“Wait… how can the followers of the Twin Fates coexist peacefully?”
Shiallia felt that her eyes had been opened. She couldn’t figure out what the situation was now.
After that was a pure white young girl who exuded a frosty aura. Her appearance was as if she had walked out of ice and snow… but Shiallia could keenly discover that this woman’s gaze was always glancing at the desserts and fruits in the middle of the hall, and she was always secretly swallowing.
“…A crystal dragon?”
What on earth is this literary salon?
Just as she was shocked, a magnetic and slightly hoarse female voice pulled her thoughts over.
“The greatest regret in life is to easily give up what should not be given up, and to stubbornly persist in what should not be persisted in.”
“To not know one’s own ignorance is double ignorance.”
“What we have been looking for is what we already have; we are always looking around, but we have missed what we want. This is the reason why we have not been able to get what we want so far.”
“Morality can often fill the defects of wisdom, while wisdom can never fill the defects of morality.”
“…”
A young girl in a gorgeous red long dress with a bold, high-slit design was confidently sharing the poems she had collected. She had a pair of crimson red eyes that were like burning flames, her canine teeth were slightly sharp, and her long, golden hair almost reached her ankles.
And surprisingly, such a seemingly weak young girl had a large sword at her waist, which was out of place.
Shiallia looked at the now-eloquent, confident, and radiant young girl in a daze and muttered to herself in disbelief, “This isn’t real…”
“A Balor… demon?”
Ah? Where am I? What’s wrong with this world?
The priests of the Twin Fates lived in the same room and did not cause any conflict. That was fine. Maybe it was because the hostess of the salon was too powerful… but how could a Balor… be so literary?
Shiallia noticed that this Balor did not look forced at all. She was completely enjoying the process.
“I must be crazy…”
“I must be under a hallucination.”
“Hmm?”
Just as Shiallia felt that her worldview had been impacted, Rui in her arms jumped out and then lightly walked to the side of Shelley, who was in the main seat.
“Traitor.”
Finding that she had been betrayed, Shiallia stuck out her tongue at Shelley, who was now looking at her with a grin.
This big villain.
“I didn’t expect you to be so girlish now.”
!!!
An elegant voice sounded in Shiallia’s heart. This familiar voice made her whole person’s movements freeze.
“What…”
At this time, Shiallia looked at the hostess who was presiding over this salon in the main seat… it was not the half-elven goddess Nadia she had guessed, but another elegant, blonde woman.
She sat in the first seat with a noble and dignified air, bowed her head slightly to Shiallia, and then elegantly covered her lips with the fan in her hand and chuckled softly.
“You, you…”
Shiallia felt that her whole person was not well now. This person was not just an acquaintance, but her acquaintance.
“It’s been a long time, Shiallia.”
This was also a goddess…
[The Goddess of Nobility, Siamorphe.]
