"Ah?"
"But you clearly… before this…"
Istaroth looked completely confused. If he had this kind of ability…
Then why hadn't he been willing to give Venti an Avalon before?
"Uh, this is a power I just awakened."
"I hadn't awakened it before."
"I can project all things under the sun. As long as I have enough mana, I can project anything."
"Of course, it's limited to objects and weapons. I can't project people."
If he could project living humans, that would be way too bugged.
The system wasn't stupid—it was never going to let him project people from other worlds.
"Oh, so that's how it is."
"Then can I have one too?"
Istaroth didn't really understand the details, but she didn't dwell on it.
It wasn't strange for a Descender to have some special quirks.
Otherwise, how could they be called Descenders?
"Sure, I'll give you one."
Rowan was never stingy with his own woman. Without another word, he reached into the Gate of Babylon and took out a gorgeous blue scabbard.
Istaroth accepted the scabbard and, just like Rowan, embedded it into her body.
Avalon didn't do much for someone like her, the Ruler of Time, but the fact that Rowan could give her a piece so important without a second thought—
That alone proved his love for her.
"I'll contact Rhinedottir and have her come over. Wait here for a bit."
A short while later—
A golden figure descended from Celestia and landed within the royal palace.
"Miss Istaroth, instead of fooling around with your little lover, you came to find me?"
"Don't tell me you can't satisfy her and you're planning to drag me into the mess too?"
"That'd be really awkward, you know."
The moment she appeared, Rhinedottir's mouth ran completely unchecked.
Fortunately, Istaroth wasn't easy to bully either. She snapped right back.
"Oh, really?"
"Sounds like you've been lonely all these years, Miss Rhinedottir."
"If you're that desperate to get rid of the loneliness, you can come to me. I can line up ten or so strong guys to help you vent properly."
"And you still dare to covet my man? Keep dreaming."
Watching the two of them go at each other, trading one lewd remark after another, Rowan was honestly stunned.
He hadn't expected this at all—sometimes when women argued, they weren't any more civilized than men.
Tsk, tsk.
After Istaroth and Rhinedottir finished "greeting" each other, the verbal barrage finally wound down.
Istaroth took the initiative to end the war.
"Forget it. There's no point wasting breath on a single mutt like you."
"The reason I called you here is because my king has business with you. Talk to him."
"Oh?"
"Don't tell me you can't satisfy him either, so he's planning to spend a romantic night with me instead?"
"Sorry, little brother, I'm not into you. Don't waste your time."
Rhinedottir's mouth was sweet as honey. Even though Istaroth had already stopped bickering with her, she still refused to let it go, and instead turned her tongue on Rowan.
Rowan, upholding the principle that a real man doesn't argue with women, simply tossed an Avalon scabbard straight into Rhinedottir's body.
"What did you just do?"
"What did you throw into my body?"
"If you dare tamper with my body, I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"
"Don't think you're all that just because you're a Descender…"
Rhinedottir was shocked and immediately began checking her own body.
While she checked, she kept threatening him nonstop.
But halfway through her threats, she suddenly realized that the Abyssal corrosion in her body was slowly dissipating. The speed was extremely slow—
Almost imperceptible.
But compared to the zero progress she'd made in the past five hundred years of wrestling with that Abyssal power, this was already an enormous improvement.
"Dear Rhinedottir, looks like you ought to be thanking him."
"For something this incredible, he's actually willing to use it on you."
"Tsk, tsk… just what kind of charm do you have that makes someone go this far?"
In Rhinedottir's sea of consciousness, Naberius clicked her tongue in amazement.
As the original owner of this body, Naberius was the first to sense Avalon's effect.
It could actually neutralize Abyssal erosion and curses.
For such a divine artifact, Rowan was willing to use it on her.
Could it be that he'd fallen in love with Rhinedottir?
That shouldn't be possible, right?
Probably.
Rhinedottir carefully sensed the condition of her body, and fell into silence.
Her earlier sharp tongue vanished without a trace as she looked at Rowan with a complicated expression.
At this moment, Rowan was hugging Istaroth's long, beautiful legs, idly caressing them, as if he didn't care about Rhinedottir's reaction at all.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I'll say this in advance: if you're going to tell me you're interested in me and that you want to spend your life with me, then don't bother."
"I will absolutely never be interested in you. No way."
However, as soon as she finished speaking, a Rhinedottir with silver-white hair appeared at her side.
"Is that so, dear Rhinedottir? Are you sure that's what you truly think?"
"Then why do I sense shyness from your thoughts?"
"Is that just my imagination, I wonder?"
Naberius made her entrance and tore through Rhinedottir's lie on the spot, leaving her caught completely off guard. Her face instantly turned as red as an apple.
"Mind your own business. So what if I'm a little shy?"
Rhinedottir couldn't be bothered to keep acting and snapped back, still stubbornly refusing to admit anything.
"Oh, is that so?"
"How adorable, dear Rhinedottir."
After teasing Rhinedottir, Naberius turned her gaze toward Rowan and Istaroth seated on the throne.
"Dear Istaroth, it seems you've already found your true love."
"And you've made your choice."
"You're really not afraid of her waking up again?"
"And of him ending up just like that person?"
The fate of the Third Descender had not only intimidated the entire angel race, but also frightened the Four Original Shadows who harbored ulterior motives.
Since then, even when the Four Original Shadows stirred up trouble behind the scenes, they did it as low-key as possible.
They never dared to act openly.
Yet now, Istaroth dared to betray so openly.
Was she truly unafraid that, once the Heavenly Principles awakened, everything would be settled with one clean sweep?
When that time came, Rowan's end would probably be very tragic.
Istaroth's feelings did not waver in the slightest. She was about to stand up and rebuke Naberius, but Rowan pressed her back down.
Puzzled, she looked at him. Rowan leaned in, kissed her gently, and soothed her.
"Let me handle this, Lulu."
"I'm not a man who only knows how to hide behind his woman."
"Don't worry. Leave it to me."
(End of Chapter)
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