Chapter 673 - I Can Descend Too (2/2)
Andonara said tenderly, “So your love for me has managed to transcend the control of the
gods?”
She was a Legend, close to becoming a Demigod, and the divine mental power of the Goddess of Light had very little effect on her.
But she could feel just now that Roland had gone under the effects of the divine power for a moment and almost entered the realm of physical transcendence but came back on his own.
Roland clicked his tongue rather helplessly before he saw a vague, holy female figure descending into the Holy Realm in a pillar of light.
Then the Association of Mages and the royal family’s magic barriers all disappeared.
“The goddess has descended, so it seems that Schuck has set things right.”
Roland sighed in relief… In this way, the three forces—the Association of Mages, the royal family, and the Church of Light-would not fight again, and his hidden interests in these two forces could be preserved.
Then his mood relaxed and he began to concentrate on putting Andonara in different positions.
It was late in the evening when Roland led Andonara toward the Holy Realm.
Andonara’s cheeks were bright red and she looked bewitchingly beautiful.
After entering the capital, Roland went straight to visit the Association of Mages and found the chairman, Alfred.
He sat across from Alfred, who had his hands on the table and a slightly frazzled look on his face.
“The goddess descended earlier?” Roland asked. “Chairman, did you see the Goddess of Light’s descended form?”
“I saw it.” Alfred nodded.
“How did it feel?” Roland continued to ask.
“Is it beautiful?” Andonara interjected.
Alfred glanced at Andonara, then said helplessly, “It feels rather bad.”
“So she’s not very pretty?” Andonara was a bit in disbelief. “Didn’t they say that the Goddess of Light’s looks was on the same level as the Goddess of Life’s?”. Well… the Goddess of Life is the most beautiful god.
“The goddess stands before you.” Alfred looked at his hands, his withered old fingers shaking. “Her mental power is as wide as the ocean, and you are just a grasshopper on the seashore. The waves that are casually raised are tsunamis to you… at this moment, do you still care about her beauty? I was almost exhausted just resisting her spiritual assimilation. Now a third of the Mages in the Association have vague thoughts of becoming believers of Light. But fortunately, the Goddess of Light didn’t deliberately brainwash us. This was just her involuntary influence. In two or three days, they will be able to come to their senses on their own.”
Roland tsked.
Then Alfred laughed dryly again. “But my situation was still one of the better ones. When the Goddess apologized to us, I was able to stay reserved and bend over to say that I couldn’t bear to receive her apology. King Edward knelt on the spot, weeping… He confessed all his sins and even revealed the time when he did it with a maid of honor when he was nine years old. Tsk… When he’s had three or four days to come to his senses, he will probably be so ashamed that he will find a rat hole to burrow into and hide.”
Speaking of this, Alfred looked much better.
That was how humans were; as long as someone was having a worse time than they were, no matter how difficult something was, it would feel a lot easier.
Roland thought for a moment and said, “I’ve met King Edward two or three times, and from what I know of him, the man has a thick skin and probably won’t take that small matter as anything scandalous, but will instead say to the public that he confessed his sins before the Goddess of Light and that he is now a pure, good man-a great man.” Alfred pondered carefully and then revealed a disgusted expression. “When you say it like that, it is certainly what that guy would do. Forget it, leave him aside… You didn’t suffer any influence. When the Goddess of Light descended, but you were also in the vicinity of the Holy Realm, right? What did you do, to have been immune to the Goddess of Light’s spiritual erosion?”
Roland and Andonara both revealed embarrassed expressions at the same time.
Alfred was so old and acute that he immediately understood what was going on when he looked at the subtle little expressions of these two, and his eyes, which looked immodest, almost bulged out of their sockets. “You actually…”
That said, Roland was worried about how to escape this awkward conversation when the entire space and everything around him suddenly went still.
The environment distorted in bursts, faster and faster, and after about ten seconds or so, all the images broke into pieces, then reorganized at a great speed, piecing together into a new space and landscape.
Roland landed on a high, pale blue platform, which, at its center, had a white circular pattern that spread out at the same distance.
Around the platform were countless, staggering striped towers of blue and white.
This somewhat familiar environment… Roland froze for a moment and it dawned on him.
The Divine Realm of Magic.
Sure enough… in the very next second, the pink-haired Goddess of Magic in a light blue translucent dress appeared in front of Roland, and a faint fragrance began to fill the air.
She pointed to the ground, and a translucent wooden table with a blue background and white grain appeared between the two, followed by two chairs.
Delicious fruit wine also appeared on the table.
Roland walked over and sat down, picked up the flask, and poured a glass for the Goddess of Magic and then for himself.
“Goddess Mystra, have you dragged me here to the divine realm for something else?”
“Which means I can’t pull you up for a chat if I don’t have any business?”
Roland shook his head. “Of course you can. I’m always happy to chat with a beauty.”
“Beauty?” The Goddess of Magic chuckled-no mockery, no elation, just a tone of voice to ease the atmosphere. “There are no ugly goddesses. It’s no use at all for you to compliment us on our beauty. But you’re quite bold; even when the Demon Gods see us, even in a hostile state, they still say ‘honorable so-and-so’ to us. They wouldn’t dare to compliment us on our looks; they’d think it’s blasphemy.”
Roland was curious as soon as he heard this. “So do you get mad when you’re complimented?” “That would not be the case.” The Goddess of Magic took a sip from her glass. “But neither would we be pleased; after all, you are merely stating a fact, which to us is neither flattering nor insulting, so why should we be pleased, or angry?”
Interesting, the thoughts of the gods are indeed subtly different from those of ordinary people.
Roland thought about many things for a moment, and then he asked, “So does the goddess just want to chat with me?”
“That’s part of it, but I wanted to ask, do you know what the purpose of the Goddess of Light’s descent in the mortal world was?” Mystra continued all on her own, “I’m on average terms with her, so I didn’t bother to ask. When she descended, I cast my eyes over and accidentally saw that you were also present.”
Roland froze for a moment and then felt a little embarrassed.
He was having a quickie with Andonara when the Goddess of Light descended, which meant that he was being watched by the Goddess of Magic. Seemingly seeing Roland’s bashful expression, the Goddess of Magic laughed. “We gods scout the world—what have we not seen? That little bit of nonsense between men and women, we’ve seen plenty of it, so what is there to be ashamed of.”
Roland took a deep breath to calm himself down and asked, “Ms. Mystra, can I answer your question now?”
Mystra frowned slightly. She had a vague feeling that Roland had suddenly become a little distant from her.
But this frown was so faint and light that no one could notice it.
“Go ahead.”
Roland then revealed what he knew.
“Is it highly likely that she listened to the advice of the believers and descended to apologize to the mortals?”
The Goddess of Magic froze. “The Goddess of Light is notorious for not liking to leave her divine realm. She hasn’t even bothered to move for centuries. To descend into the world because of that? How is that possible? But it’s somewhat understandable. If you were to advise me… hmm.”
She said the latter statement very, very softly.
Roland didn’t hear it.