CHAPTER 474: A ROUND OF APPLAUSE PLEASE (1/2)
Nari stuck out her little pink tongue and smiled at Hayley, “Oh, then let’s get married together.”
What the heck…kids these days are scary… isn’t it a bit early for a three year old to be talking about marriage? Although… if I were to say yes now, wouldn’t that mean I instantly gain two more fiancees? I wonder if anyone will call me a scumbag if I do so? No way… my pee pee is still on vacation so any relationship between us can only be a pure one!
The more I considered the possibilities, the more I realised that this wasn’t a good idea at all. I threw Ancarin a flustered look as she continued chuckling at me from the sidelines. “Ancarin… aren’t the two of them rather mature for their age?”
She first nodded apologetically in my direction then explained, “Master… Lady Ferti’nier actually gave us a gift when she guided us to becoming your Demonesses. While you were asleep, Ferti’nier carved a dream array onto a Dreameater’s core. That array allows its owner to enter a dream simulation of life…”
“It simulates life?” Don’t tell me…
“That Dreameater’s core was originally meant for me and Regine, but roughly half a year ago, those two scamps suddenly barged into my arms while I was using it and… well, the three of us were…”
Let me guess… those two probably spent a fair amount of time in the dream… Blasted Ferti’nier, this is all your fault!
“Hey, your big sis is innocent. She only wanted her little brother’s Demonesses to be more prepared for their future advancements.” Ferti’nier immediately popped up to defend herself. “Who knew that it would end up like this…”
Sigh… I know it’s not her fault… but what have I inadvertently gotten myself into…
“That’s enough, you two.” Said Regine in her usual icy voice. The moment she noticed the predicament I was in, she quickly stepped in to intervene. “Can’t you see that master is feeling troubled?”
“But aunty Regine… Nari isn’t troubling mastah at all!”
“Me too, teacher…”
The two of them reacted differently to Regine’s admonishment. Nari seemed a lot closer to Regine, while Hayley seemed almost a little afraid of her. And while I hadn’t explicitly asked Ancarin yet, I could tell that she hadn’t told Hayley the truth about her origins.
Hayley’s greyish hair and matching tail and ears were the epitome of furry cuteness. But this furriness was also a grim reminder of the close battle I had with that bandit leader who also happened to be a Werewolf.
Either way, with Regine’s intervention, the two scamps finally quietened down while the rest were also done with their meals as well. Jezsere, Reyage and Zurnalin were all led down to their rooms by Ancarin in order to get some rest while I stayed behind to settle some matters.
Even though she did not say it, I could tell from her sparkling eyes that she was full of excitement for this long-awaited introduction.
Before we started our meal, Ancarin had sent word for the other women of Demoness Abode to gather in the great hall. By all accounts, they should be ready by now. In order to formalise their worship, it was important that everyone had a clear mental image of my being. In that case, I had better perform well.
“Off we go then.”
Under the guidance of Ancarin and Regine, I slowly climbed down the stairs. With every step down the Abode’s wooden stairs, I could feel the number of eyes on me grow. There had to at least be four hundred of them gathered down there right now, and as I became increasingly visible to them, my body began to change as well.
The blue magical tattoos on the left of my face became clearer; the golden horn on my forehead started to appear; my purple hair started to dance in the air, following which my cloak started to rise up, revealing a set of resplendent purple wings beneath…
By the time I was at the podium in the great hall, my transformation had been completed. Before I had stepped into the Western Human Realms, I had already considered what would happen if I had to transform all of a sudden. The clothes that I was wearing right now were magical tools that had the ability to automatically alter themselves to fit me. It was because of this that my wings did not end up tearing apart my clothes.
Thanks to the grandeur of my little performance, I could hear the deafening silence of their bated breaths.
Very good. Exactly the reaction I was looking for.
I deliberately stayed silent for a while longer, then under the suspense-filled eyes of those present, I started with as much pomp as I could muster, “I am the master of this Abode, serving me is your honor. Do well and I will bestow unto you…”