Chapter 511: Aiwass's Bottled Soul
Night falls.
Aiwass, wearing a pure white bathrobe, holding a glass bottle in one hand and a freshly opened bottle of wine in the other, slowly walked to the bathtub.
He placed the carafe on the shelf nearby, then poured the ruby-red liquor into a glass filled with ice and handed it to Isabel in the bathtub.
Isabel shyly raised her knees, covering her chest with her right hand, while her slender white hand gracefully took the wine glass.
"At this point, what's the point of stopping us?"
Aiwass teased and poured himself a glass.
He pulled up a chair and sat next to the bathtub.
"……eventful."
Isabel whispered, slightly raising her upper body from the bathtub and gently clinking glasses with Aiwass.
The wine glass made a crisp clinking sound. The ruby-like liquid swayed in the glass, and when it tilted, some of it spilled onto Isabel's collarbone and chest, which Aiwass wiped away with his hand.
"Woo..."
Perhaps due to the hot water, Isabel's cheeks were flushed. She did not remove Aiwass's hand, but instead pressed it with her elbow and covered the back of Aiwass's hand with her own hand.
“…There are still people outside.”
She whispered, shrinking back beneath the surface.
Although the door closed quickly when Aiwass carried her in, the Queen's guards sent by the Pope were unable to follow her into the house directly.
But due to their duties, they could not move aside and could only surround Isabel's bedroom.
Aiwass raised an eyebrow, but instead of retracting his hand, he gently stroked it: "You also know there are people outside... Then why were you screaming so loudly before?"
To be honest, Aiwass was shocked. Considering that there was definitely someone listening, he was the first to start feeling shy.
But later on, I gradually got used to it - or rather, I simply ignored it.
When Aiwass mentioned this, Isabel became angry and said, "I'm going to bite you!"
She shrank down, biting Aiwass's palm gently like a kitten. He could still smell the faint aroma of wine and the rose petals in the bathtub—the smell of Isabel soaking in it.
Isabel gritted her teeth, but failed to break Aiwass's skin.
She opened her mouth, her face flushed, but she said seriously, "I just feel... very happy. So I want to show off."
"What are you showing off?"
Aiwass asked with a smile.
"Show off that I...have you."
Isabel whispered, her eyes sparkling.
For Isabel, who always suppresses her emotions, she chose "actor" as her first field of specialization, which actually hints at her subconscious desire to express herself.
"So it was intentional?"
Aiwass pretended not to hear and just whispered in Isabel's ear.
Isabel slapped Edwards' arm repeatedly in embarrassment, but didn't even leave a red mark.
Aiwass smiled, withdrew his arm, and drank the wine in one gulp.
It was also at this time that Aiwass finally deeply understood why the seniors in the fourth department were so popular in school.
At times like these, the techniques of fire worship and lighting are so useful—the sacred art of self-recovery and helping others recover, which can be said to help both yourself and others.
They cast aside all their worries and spent the whole afternoon having fun. Now they were still full of energy and could still bathe and drink here. If they weren't a little hungry, they would have no problem continuing until late at night.
"This is……"
As the wine entered his mouth, the strange, cool fragrance and the numbing, swelling sensation surprised Aiwass. "Holy Tree No. 1?"
"Um."
Isabel hummed softly and whispered, "I only recently discovered that my grandmother had hidden such a fine wine... Before I came out of the promotion ceremony, I was curious about what it tasted like."
As she spoke, she looked at Aiwass with some resentment: "I originally planned to use it to commemorate tonight..."
"It doesn't conflict...it can also be used as a commemoration."
Aiwass chuckled, hung his bathrobe on a rack nearby, stepped into the bathtub, and spread out layers of rose petals.
As Aiwass entered, the water level suddenly rose. The sudden increase in buoyancy caused Isabel to instinctively grasp the edge of the tub, floating slightly. Aiwass simply gave a gentle upward push, using the buoyancy of the water to lift Isabel up. He lay at the bottom of the tub like a cushion, pulling Isabel into his arms.
"Wait, I'm hungry... I should eat first..."
Isabel's cheeks flushed as she realized something.
I felt that if this continued, the dinner we had agreed on would be ruined.
So she struggled to get up, but was gently pushed back by Aiwass.
"It's okay, I just want to hold you like this."
Aiwass comforted her softly, and Isabel slowly lay back down.
She slowly lay on Aiwass's flexible yet firm muscles, and subconsciously curled up, feeling a quiet sense of security.
When Isabel turned her head, she realized that she was not lying on the cool jade pillow on the edge of the bathtub, but on Aiwass's chest.
She closed her eyes slightly, and felt as if the whole world had quieted down.
And Aiwass gently stroked her hair, lifting up the strands one by one, letting the soft hair flow through his fingers, and concentrating on breathing in the fragrance of Isabel's hair.
——In fact, Isabel was not the only one who felt relieved.
Aiwass' heart had never been as calm as it was at this moment.
It’s as if there’s nothing to think about, nothing to ponder, and nothing to worry about.
Aiwass held Isabel like this for quite a while. When Isabel's breathing gradually became calm and long, and she seemed to be about to fall asleep, he helped Isabel sit up and woke her up.
"Don't fall asleep."
As Aiwass spoke, he picked up a towel and carefully wiped Isabel's body. This was the job of a maid, now the Queen's guard. Having Aiwass wipe her body, Isabel instantly regained consciousness.
"...You really are easily shy."
Aiwass complained as he wiped himself and put on his bathrobe. White steam rose from his body as he walked to the shelf and picked up the glass bottle filled with golden liquid.
——Like a bottled sun, yet not dazzling. In the dim bedroom where the lights are not fully turned on, it shines faintly like a night light.
Isabel had actually noticed it before, but Aiwass hadn't mentioned it, so she hadn't had time to say anything.
"What's this?"
She asked curiously.
“As I said before,” Aiwass chuckled, holding up the crystal bottle that looked like a perfume bottle, “this is the wine brewed by my soul.
"When I'm gone, if you feel pain, fatigue, or are sick and no one can take care of you... just open it and smell it. You will immediately feel sober and better.
"If you are terminally injured, drink it all. It will effectively prolong your life."
This was just a small bottle, only as thick as a thumb, with a small amount of "Holy Tree No. 1" as a carrier, and one-third of Aiwas' soul was injected into it.
After this soul split, it will probably take at least one or two months for Aiwas to fully recover.
Isabel blushed: "So that's not a metaphor..."
She thought... it was some kind of poetic expression.
"……Um?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.
He gently hugged Isabel and whispered, "Then I'll give you some samples first.
"This is... my soul."
He bent down and gently kissed Her Majesty the Queen of Avalon, and as he breathed, a small amount of golden, intoxicating smoke was exhaled, which was inhaled by Isabel.
It was a feeling of spiritual comfort and healing. Isabel's keen intuition could even clearly feel that her soul was being purified and becoming stronger.
——It is not only a medicine, but also a very valuable tonic.
If I drink this whole bottle...I'm afraid even if I get fatally injured during the advancement ceremony, I won't die after coming out.
Isabel thought.
Woke up late——
I'll have lunch after I finish writing the second chapter, which will be before six o'clock!
(End of this chapter)
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