Chapter 672 Domineering Isabel
"The Cardinal's clothes have been delivered."
Lily's voice came clearly from the door: "Do you want to try it on first?"
"OK."
Aiwass agreed and got up to open the door.
When the door opened, a familiar figure suddenly crashed into his arms like a small cannonball.
Isabel, wearing a short elf-style skirt that made it easy for her to move around, jumped up lightly.
She wrapped her arms around Aiwas's neck and leaped up with the force of a light jump, lifting her toes off the ground.
"Did you miss me?"
Isabel said with a smile, and after the momentum of her jump was exhausted, her white leather shoes naturally slid down and gently stepped on the instep of Aiwas.
But Aiwass didn't feel much weight from Isabel.
She tiptoed gracefully, looking as charming and lovely as a fairy. Even though there were no wings behind her, she seemed to be able to land on a blooming flower.
He reached out in surprise and subconsciously touched Isabel's cheek. But even so, he couldn't feel the mark where the mask joined her cheek.
Isabel did not avoid or give way, but instead pouted and moved her face closer to allow Aiwas to see the details more carefully.
She jokingly said, "If you can leave marks with just a touch like that, then the Puppet Mask Sutra is useless."
Aiwass looked at Lily, who was quietly hugging the cardinal's robe at the door, her presence as low as a bubble phantom, and said suddenly, "Is this... Selene?"
"She's so restless. If I wasn't watching the kitchen for a while, she'd already eaten half the ham. The same thing goes for sausages—the worst part is, she only takes one or two bites of each. Not only does it get wet with saliva, it's hard to keep it, and no one else can eat it either."
Lily's expression was serious, half admonishing, half complaining: "Why don't you let her be quiet for a while."
Obviously, the separation between Lily and Selene is different from that between Aiwass and Huan Tiansi. Their memories are interconnected.
In other words, Selene definitely knows these common sense of life and is not a naive and ignorant child.
She knew this was common sense, so she nibbled on everything in the kitchen. This behavior was easy to understand, like a child licking ice cream evenly to prevent their friends from sharing. Since she had already eaten it this way, these things were hers to eat.
"Why don't you give the child more food?"
Isabel took two steps back and jumped lightly off Aiwass's feet.
She gently patted Aiwas' chest and complained softly, "I remember you said that the child already calls you dad... You can't let the child go hungry."
The way he patted his chest looked like a small reproach.
But Aiwass knew that she was actually just curious about the real touch of the huge gem on her chest. Because in the dream world, it was just a phantom, and Isabel had never really touched it.
——Yes, they finally met again in my dream last night.
In addition to the joy, Aiwass and Isabel also shared what happened to each other.
Aiwass was quite pleased with Isabel's growth. It seemed that he no longer had to worry about Avalon. Now fully awakened, Isabel was already a competent queen.
Ministers, as political creatures, are very sensitive.
They were as perceptive as small animals before an earthquake: they could sense any disturbance before anyone else. Their understanding of the monarch was naturally a crucial factor—in simpler terms, they bullied the weak and feared the strong. They were so perceptive of the monarch's attitude and resolve that once Isabel was fully resolute, her opinions met no further resistance.
This is also a common characteristic of those who are extraordinary in the path of authoritarianism.
After all, the essence of the authoritarian path contains some traces of the transcendent path.
Aiwass encouraged Isabel and learned about her progress in studying the Puppet Mask Tantra. Knowing that Isabel was very confident, he invited Isabel to watch the Pope's succession ceremony.
This is a truly "once-in-a-hundred-years" spectacle.
Although the "live broadcast" could be seen by almost the entire Theocracy, it was definitely different from the actual event.
——For example, even if the Spring Festival Gala has become a one-to-ten show, it will definitely be very interesting and prestigious if you are lucky enough to be able to watch it live.
Aiwass particularly likes to join in this kind of fun, and is keen to pull people around him to join in.
Sherlock had made it clear that he wasn't going to watch it. He was still planning to continue studying, delving into the tantric texts... To him, this kind of excitement was a pure waste of time.
Isabel accepted Aiwas' invitation and was "teleported" to the Theocracy through the mask that had been sent by the church before.
"I didn't give her less to eat..."
Aiwass shook his head, and for a moment he had the strange illusion that his wife came home from a business trip and blamed him for starving the child.
Seeing that Isabel was going to continue reaching out and put her hand under his collar to stroke the huge emerald, Aiwass finally couldn't hold it anymore and reached out to press her hand back.
"Why," Isabel persisted, "you won't try on the clothes?"
Since confirming her relationship with Aiwass, Isabel has become more bold and passionate.
Aiwass simply reminded him, "But you're using Selene's body now... Your consciousness, your mask, has descended upon the body of Selene's child. So, is this you or Selene?"
"Of course it's me."
Isabel answered without hesitation.
Her eyes were shining like stars, without the slightest hesitation.
"...What if you made a mask for someone else, and then had them possess your body? Would that make them a different person from you?"
"No, that's me too."
Isabel said with a smile, her narrowed eyes reminiscent of a cunning kitten: "Whether it is my body or my consciousness - it is undoubtedly me. Because I am Isabel, Queen of Avalon... Because I am the controller of these masks."
The awe-inspiring aura she exuded surprised Aiwass.
Is this... the adaptability of the authoritarian path?
"So double standards?"
Aiwass asked jokingly.
And Isabel just hummed once, then stuck to Aiwass again: "Hmm, do you like it?"
"like."
Looking at Isabel, who had become much more domineering and yet so attached to him after not seeing her for half a month, Aiwass unexpectedly felt a sense of pride.
——I brought up this child myself!
"That's right. If it's your mask I'm wearing, or if I ask you to wear my mask... then it could be you."
Isabel whispered in Aiwass's ear, "You play me... or I play you."
Update completed!
I feel like I should take some time off to rest, my health isn't that good anymore...
(End of this chapter)
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