Chapter 416
However, the other potions that affected Shaer didn’t seem very easy to deal with; it felt like she would be the one at a disadvantage.
But the “Coroner” potion-affected Shaer looked like an easy target.
Aivina slowly raised her hand, pinching Shaer’s cheek and giving it a gentle rub.
Yet Shaer merely stared at her, expressionless, making no move to resist, not even bothering to lift a hand to stop her.
She lightly pushed Shaer’s shoulder, and Shaer easily leaned back against the sofa cushions.
Watching the bewildered look on Shaer’s face, Aivina had to consider whether this was her only chance in this lifetime.
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If there’s no update in the morning, it means I failed to adjust, and I’ll probably update late at night.
Good night!
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Chapter 222: You Want the Mother Goddess to Sign a Holy Contract? (4100 words)
Aivina looked at Shaer, who had been effortlessly pushed onto the sofa, her emotions a whirlwind of intensity and complexity.
After a brief moment of excitement, an inexplicable sense of defeat washed over her.
It felt as if she had to resort to this “despicable” method just to gain a fleeting sense of control.
Especially since Shaer was in a state of complete surrender—if Shaer had even put up a little resistance, Aivina would have felt a small sense of accomplishment.
Taking a deep breath, Aivina leaned down, cradling Shaer’s face in her hands.
Who cares about the means! A win is a win, no matter how underhanded!
Shaer’s eyes fluttered open briefly before slowly closing again.
Watching Shaer’s slightly parted lips, Aivina’s heart raced, the joy she felt from Shaer’s “resurrection” finally bursting forth.
Shaer’s closed eyes seemed like a silent invitation, and without hesitation, Aivina leaned down and kissed her.
Aivina greedily pressed her lips against Shaer’s, but soon realized that Shaer wasn’t responding at all. No matter how she teased with her tongue, Shaer remained utterly unresponsive.
Aivina slowly opened her eyes and released her hold on Shaer’s cheeks, only to see Shaer’s head tilted to the side...
She had fallen asleep.
A wave of immense, inexplicable frustration surged within Aivina.
It was as if all her “efforts” had failed to stir even a flicker of feeling in Shaer—sleep seemed to take precedence over everything else.
She could almost envision a groggy Shaer looking at her and saying, “Is it over?” or “I don’t feel much.”
“Shaer...!” Aivina lowered her voice, reaching out to pinch Shaer’s cheek, wanting to leave a red mark on her face!
But as her hand neared Shaer’s cheek, Aivina couldn’t bring herself to wake the sleeping girl. Instead, she gently squeezed Shaer’s cheek.
“Sigh...” Aivina let out a soft breath, lowering her body to lean against Shaer’s shoulder, gazing at the seemingly soundly sleeping Shaer.
Without seeing Shaer struggle, resist, or show any signs of shyness or anger, it felt like having the upper hand was meaningless... She still preferred the original Shaer—one who wouldn’t give in to her at all.
In just a few hours, would Shaer reverse time and return to the past?
Inhaling the faint scent of soap from Shaer’s skin, Aivina slowly wrapped her arms around Shaer’s waist.
Feeling the warmth and scent of the other, Aivina finally grasped the reality that “Shaer had truly returned.”
If Shaer could relive the past and future, didn’t that mean the time Shaer spent with her was far longer than the time she had with Shaer?
How unfair...
When Shaer returns to the past, when she didn’t know Aivina, would Shaer come looking for her?
And would she, like that fleeting glance at the police station, fall head over heels for Shaer?
Gazing at Shaer’s profile, Aivina’s emotions gradually softened. Her mind couldn’t help but wander, imagining the moments when she and Shaer met across different timelines.
Aivina gently brushed aside Shaer’s long hair on the left side, leaning in closer, as if burying her face in the crook of Shaer’s neck. The cool tip of her nose felt the warmth of Shaer’s skin.
“No matter if it’s the past or the future, you’ll come looking for me... and love me just the same, right?”
Aivina murmured, as if asking herself a question that didn’t quite fit her character, something she would never normally voice... almost like she was being coy.
“Of course...”
A faint voice came from above, barely above a whisper.
Aivina paused for a moment, looking at Shaer’s chin, blinking in surprise. After a second or two, she broke into a radiant smile.
“Thank you, I will too.”
In the dimly lit parlor, the two girls nestled closely together, feeling each other’s heartbeat and warmth until night fell.
...
“Shaer... Shaer...”
Aivina gently shook Shaer’s shoulder.
The deeply sleeping Shaer slowly opened her eyes, looking dazedly at Aivina standing before her.
“Lady Ailino has arrived,” Aivina reminded her, “and she brought someone named Madeleine, the Cardinal of the Church of the Savior Goddess.”
“Oh...”
Shaer glanced at the system time.
22:13.
There was still an hour left until the simulation ended... It seemed the others had just arrived late.
After all, this was a crucial decision regarding the future of the church, and if they could reach a conclusion in just a few hours, that was already quite efficient.
Given the immense pressure the Church of the Savior Goddess was under, they had to seek external help.
“Should I let them in?” Aivina pointed to the door. “You should change into something else.”
Shaer looked down.
At that moment, she realized she was wearing a light, thin nightgown, and the place she was lying in wasn’t the parlor but a large room... it looked like Aivina’s master bedroom.
She had been moved and changed without waking up, likely because she hadn’t sensed any danger. It was probably Aivina who had helped her change.
Instinctively, Shaer lifted her hand to prop herself up, but the bone-spike thorns wrapped around her arm tore through the soft silk mattress, sending feathers floating into the air.
Shaer: “...”
She looked at Aivina with an innocent expression, and Aivina gently shook her head, pointing at the thorns on Shaer’s hand, saying helplessly, “I’ll get Tara to come; she helped you change... I didn’t know how to help you.”
So it was Tara?
Not that it made much difference.
“Okay...” Shaer initially thought about rolling over to the edge of the bed, but after considering the bone spikes on her hand, she decided against it. Instead, she painstakingly climbed up to her feet and walked to the edge of the bed to change.
Meanwhile, Aivina left the room to continue attending to the two guests.
Both of them were Tier 4 powerhouses, so Aivina had to be extra cautious around them.
After about three minutes, Shaer quickly changed her clothes, putting on her boots and heading downstairs, following Tara to the parlor.
Tara knocked on the door and announced, “Lady Shaer has arrived.”
Then she opened the door, slightly stepping aside to let Shaer enter, preparing to wait by the door.
“Why don’t you come in too?” Shaer said, looking at Tara by the door.
“But... I was going to tidy up your nightgown...” Tara looked conflicted, as if she had something she needed to do.
Shaer: “...”
Tara... has she really started to see herself as a maid?
Adapting to her role so quickly?
Seeing the exasperated look on Shaer’s face, Tara realized she had misjudged the situation and quickly lowered her head, saying, “I’m sorry, Lady Shaer. I shouldn’t have disobeyed your orders. I’ll come in with you.”
At that moment, the conversation between the two at the door was naturally overheard by the people inside.
To the casual observer, it seemed like a typical exchange between an employer and a maid, but the two Tier 4 individuals could instantly see through it; that maid was a Tier 2 extraordinary being.
What could make a Tier 2 extraordinary willingly serve as a maid, and be trained so well?
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