Chapter 113 World J: 2 The last few people tried to persuade him to stay, and...
Bertha only stayed because the others tried to persuade him to stay, which made him feel a little awkward.
Ethan was just exposed by Little Turner for not wanting to marry the 'Prince', but simply lusting after the 'Prince's' body and wanting the 'Prince's' ridiculously strong drug effects.
Deeply shocked, Ethan knelt on the ground. Touching the cold ground and feeling the small stones stinging his hands, he finally began to accept the cruel reality.
For so long... he unilaterally believed that he liked the 'prince,' but he was just shamelessly wanting the 'prince' to increase his success rate in brewing potions and make the potions several times more effective.
That's outrageous! How could he be that kind of person?
But I still want to attend that ball for the 'prince', I really want the 'prince'—
Tears welled up uncontrollably. Little Nadia was startled and ran to Ethan, offering him a handkerchief she had pulled out from somewhere. "Wipe your tears," she said. "Rena said that no matter who it is, making someone cry is wrong, it's a big bad thing. After everything is over, I'll go back and tell Rena that Tenas made someone cry, and she'll teach Tenas a lesson! So don't cry."
"I, I..." Ethan looked up through teary eyes, his voice clearly choked with sobs, his words broken and fragmented: "No... I can't stop... Help... I'm crying uncontrollably... Waaah..."
Everyone: "..."
Oh, I see. Why didn't you say so earlier?
"By the way... who are you?" Ethan's voice was still choked with emotion, but he was trying his best to put together all the words.
"?" Bertha was quite surprised: "What? You don't know them? How can you chat for so long if you don't know them? I thought you knew one of them as a relative. Turns out you don't know each other at all!"
Speaking of relatives, he was still lost in thought, wondering what kind of herb the 'Prince' could possibly be, that it could make his counterpart so obsessed and infatuated. The Starfall Lord of this world also took meticulous care of him, even loving him so much that he gave up his own prince's position, and now he's even holding a ball for the 'Prince' to find his other half, little Ethan.
When he was called out, the person involved was still confused: "Huh? Me? We're not relatives. We're the same person from different worlds, Ethan, who are completely different because of the butterfly effect caused by some different choices."
It had been a long time since I'd seen Bertha, and seeing her face brought back some memories.
Ethan* (Patrick Star's blank expression)*: "Huh?"
Bertha said thoughtfully, "I see."
Ethan, with absolutely no idea what Bertha knew, simply asked, "Huh?"
Yaroslava briefly explained their situation and crisis, and how they wanted to seek help to gather enough power from this world to undo the suspension of their world.
“I can lend you my power. Although it may be different from the system you need, it should still be of some use.” Bertha readily agreed after hearing this. Four pairs of bright eyes looked at her, and she quickly said, “Of course, I have conditions. You need to fulfill the conditions I set before you can obtain my power.”
"What?" Hearing that there were conditions, no one was too surprised. Putting themselves in their shoes, some people who claim to be like you or know you want to use the group for dating, and they probably can't even repay the debt. Let alone setting conditions, it's understandable to just refuse them.
“Let this child successfully marry the ‘prince’.” Bertha glanced at Ethan: “My condition is this: I will borrow your power for their wedding.”
"What?" Ethan, who had finally calmed down and stopped crying, was stunned: "But, but Godmother, I don't really love 'Prince'. I just want its medicinal effects. I don't need to get married."
"I'm a fairy godmother, so of course I'm also a magician and can brew some potions. I'm very curious about the properties of the potion you mentioned," Bertha said. "After we get married, you can do whatever you want, even divorce. I can even have you suddenly call off the wedding and run away right after it's over. We don't even have to get married. If you can get it at the ball, you'll have passed the test. The only condition is that you have to get me some of its roots... I also want to try out this amazing ability you've described. Is it really that good?"
"But...but..." Ethan hesitated, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Wouldn't this be playing with someone's feelings?"
“Ethan, it’s just an herb, and you simply like the herb itself and are satisfied with its potency.” Bertha patted his head lightly. “That’s all. You’re just playing with its feelings. No, how can you call it playing with its feelings? You should say you just want some evidence. It’s not like you’re stewing the whole herb. Why do you think it’s bad?”
“But, but…” Ethan’s mouth moved.
"The king here didn't raise it as a 'prince' from the start. He initially intended to breed more of its kind, and we just needed some roots. I believe that even if they experience normal things in daily life, like humans, they will also lose their hair."
Bertha rattled off a whole bunch of nonsense, and strangely enough, Ethan was persuaded.
Little Ethan was speechless: "So... can anyone tell me what kind of herb it is?"
In the end, no one responded to him.
Bertha conjured up a suitable outfit for Ethan, as the entire kingdom was dressed in what resembled a magic robe, a custom stemming from King Cynthia's status as a sorcerer, in preparation for the ball a few days later.
“I will conjure up a carriage for you then,” Bertha said.
Ethan was extremely grateful, and his eyes welled up with tears, making Bertha a little embarrassed.
Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was the night the prince was going to hold his ball.
During this time, Ethan arranged for them to live in another house, which he had secretly bought, quite a distance from his home.
After all, he also liked to make potions, but his stepsisters and stepmothers would definitely find out if he stayed at home, which would greatly disrupt his potion-making process. So he used the money from selling potions to buy a house.
Curious about what the Herb Prince looked like, Yaroslava and her companions sneaked in and gradually came to see a plant dressed in human clothes in the very center of the vast hall.
Yaroslava: “oo”
Little Nadia: "It really is herbs!"
Turner Jr.: "I felt a strong sense of incongruity after putting on the clothes..."
Ethan reacted differently from his friends. His whole body seemed to suddenly light up, and his eyes, bursting with amazing brilliance, were fixed on the figure in the center.
"Oh my god." Little Ethan was dizzy and his voice was light. He could only see the precious herb in his eyes. His face was flushed with excitement and his hands were itching to move. "It's actually this herb. Because it is extremely difficult to cultivate, even Lord Starfall gave me a very small share."
The other three outsiders cast puzzled glances at them.
The cloak, made of an unknown fabric, is said to be impervious to blades and spears; the Fairy Godmother claims it can even protect against explosions. A gemstone-encrusted magical artifact adorns the collarbone, designed to enhance magical effects. The overall design is impeccably tailored.
Ethan successfully caught the attention of the 'prince,' who invited him to dance.
“Your Highness, I may not be that skilled at dancing…” Ethan carefully patched up the flaws, preparing himself to secretly take a little bit of the 'Prince’s' roots by making some minor mistakes later.
“It’s alright,” the 'prince' said. “I’ll try my best to make my dance moves easier for you to adapt to.”
So they began to dance, their elegant movements constantly changing, which little Nadia and the others watched with great curiosity.
Little Ethan, however, did not focus his attention on the dance, but rather on the figure on the second floor, supposedly the king's throne, who saw Cynthia of this world.
strangeness……
Is Lady Starfall a king in this world? But isn't Lady Starfall a woman? Why is she called king and not queen?
The melodious and light music gradually became more exciting. Ethan and the 'Prince' danced through many places, circling the hall, their cloaks fluttering with their large movements, as they gradually approached Ethan and his friends.
Looking at the situation on the first floor, the black-haired woman's lips slowly curled up.
Yaroslava felt a chill run down her spine for a moment.
"Bang—"
The pillar supporting the spot where the four people were standing was kicked to pieces.
Yaroslava reacted quickly, grabbing the three children who hadn't even realized what was happening and holding them protectively in her arms. She rolled on the ground and then jumped five meters away.
Little Ethan opened his eyes wide and looked at Ethan, who was attacking them. Ethan looked back at him, his eyes empty and blank, no longer as lively as when they first met.
"Why?" Little Nadia didn't understand why he suddenly attacked them. "Why would he do that?"
“It should be that one.” Little Ethan gestured for Little Nadia to look at the viewing spot on the second floor. That was supposed to be the king’s seat, but instead, there was only a woman in a suit who seemed out of place. She was the same woman who looked like Starfall Point, a female version that Little Ethan knew all too well.
Following his words and gaze, Little Turnas saw a meteorite that was clearly different from the king's initial description.
“This is the city’s will sent to hunt us down,” Little Turner concluded. “Our initial intelligence was that the king was male. Putting aside whether her gender reassignment was an accidental magical transformation or something, you can see why when you see those clothes, right? They’re not clothes that people from this world could make.”
It's unclear what happened to the king initially, but Little Turner thinks the chances of him still being alive are slim. And it's also unclear how she managed to control Ethan so quietly and without anyone noticing; they were watching Ethan dance the whole time and hadn't even realized it.
The only thing we can be sure of is that we can rule out the possibility that it was controlled from the beginning.
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The author writes: I have a headache, I haven't felt well for the past two days, and I'm so sleepy, even though I'm resting... It's awful, I suspect it's from work. Could I please spend all my time at the gynecology clinic from now on?
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