What stage are we in now exactly?
Sonia and the others are all quite troubled by this question, feeling a wavering anxiety of gain and loss, with both anticipation and timidity. If they’ve already crossed that step, there’s no substantial connection; but if they haven’t, the sensation of harmony still lingers on their skin.
However, this is just a minor issue. Whether viewed with reluctance or as a dream, their relationship with Ash actually won’t change much; they’ll interact as they always have. If they expect this to make them completely compliant, even if Ash were 1000% a pure iwa, it wouldn’t be possible.
So the key is not how they think, but what ’others’ think!
Diya is wearing fluffy white rabbit pajamas, her white hair cascading down like satin.
Sonia holds a hair tie in her mouth, casually tying her red hair into a simple ponytail.
Weiser doesn’t seem freshly bathed, with her braided silver hair over her left shoulder, appearing as mature as a virtuous wife and mother.
Vishi still wears that provocative maid outfit, with exaggerated twin tails hanging down the sides.
Everyone has different thoughts: so can’t wait to follow the final stage of the dream guide against the BOSS, so aren’t ntally prepared and just want to engage with the BOSS step by step, and so aren’t even qualified to fight the real BOSS... But no matter which strategy pace they wish to follow, they all have a consensus: absolutely no one else should advance the progress and get the first strike!
"Daddy!"
Liss slapped the table, tearfully saying, "We haven’t slept together in so long!"
Indeed, everyone thought.
The witch makes a move with her ultimate card, standing at the moral high ground, turning the love ga into a family ga, without giving others any chance to interfere. The witch herself suffers no loss; before separating Liss, she couldn’t progress herself, so since she’s not gaining, everyone else has to watch on the sidelines!
Sonia felt a bit disappointed, but also faintly relieved.
She lowered her head, stroking the twisted wood grain of the table, her emotions churning like a tangled ss.
This is fine.
With the witch blocking everyone, they can only stop here, remaining in a lover relationship. If it’s just like this, she can endure the grievances in her heart, hide her soul’s resentnt, and secretly cry under the covers, with the soaked pillow the only witness to her fragility, while she continues to play a perfect lover, making all rivals feel ashad, leaving Ash dizzy with infatuation.
But she could only hold on to this point.
Though she didn’t know everyone’s dreams, Sonia knew hers was the least likely to co true. Because it only included her and Ash, and she could finally be surrounded by perfect love, allowing her to beco a perfect lover, tightly holding onto an unforgettable love.
In reality... feeling the rough texture of the twisted wood grain under her fingertip, Sonia glanced at Weiser and Vishi, then the little witch beside her, with a sense of grievance, yet a maliciously hateful expectation arose from the depths of her soul.
When everyone pushes the relationship to the lover stage, she can no longer suppress the resentnt in her heart, nor hide the violent temper, and her hysterical possessiveness would change her completely. Sonia clearly foresees what will happen, and Ash is already prepared, but since Ash insists on shattering the crystal of love they have carefully cherished, Sonia is happy to accompany.
But love won’t disappear, it just won’t be flawless anymore. Their hands will hold tightly onto those fragnts, even if bleeding and excruciating, they wouldn’t let go, until the fragnts pierce into the flesh, rge into the marrow, they will never be apart, spending their remaining days in mutual tornt, entangled and unclear.
Though Sonia yearns for the warm happiness of the dream, if Ash chooses to lead her down this twisted, thorn-filled divergent path, she actually harbors a nearly self-destructive anticipation.
If you can’t make happy, at least be miserable with , even if that ans forever.
"Sorry, Liss."
Ash, tearing his gaze away from the starry sky, clasped his hands in apology and said, "I can’t sleep with you tonight, I have so things to do."
What do you have to do?
However, Ash didn’t pursue this topic, instead, he said: "We haven’t properly organized our gains from the Promotion Ceremony, aside from summoning our Divine Beings, our most significant gain should be..."
"The Magic Temple!"
At this, Vishi couldn’t help but beam: "And we even ascended all five together, with difficulty increasing exponentially, our Magic Temple will also receive more gifts from the Void Realm as a result. If we choose to beco Heavenly Angels, we’ll start at the endpoint of most Demigods!"
"You’ve definitely already checked your Magic Temple," Ash looked at her smug expression, and laughed, "Go ahead and tell us."
"Tsk tsk tsk, the Magic Temple is every Demigod’s secret, can’t be casually disclosed to others. But since Master shalessly asked, I’ll be generous and introduce it a bit." Vishi extended her palm, where a phantom of an azure Ancient Castle appeared: "My Magic Temple covers 1,200 palaces, belonging to the Heavenly Position, naturally equipped with a small Secret Realm ’Requiem’!"
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