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Chapter 674

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“Compared to that, what specialty did you choose?”

“Prodigy” only has one advanced profession, which is “Artist.” It is also the initial and most core profession of the Path of Beauty.

The extraordinary professions of other paths are basically specialized from the beginning.

But the Path of Beauty is different...

The initial profession of the Path of Beauty is “Artist,” but considering the limits of personal energy and the finiteness of inspiration, it then diversified into other professions.

And with every advancement, an artist can specialize in a “neighboring field” to the one they have already mastered.

“I chose ‘Actor.'”

Isabel answered bluntly, “Now when I imitate others, I can even mimic their path powers.

For example...”

As she spoke, she transformed into the likeness of Aiwass.

...

“Aiwass” showed a cunning smile and casually crossed his leg, “If a cardinal archbishop of the fifth energy level saw me now, he would only think that I have a Path of Devotion at the fourth level.

If I get even stronger, I could imitate your extraordinary abilities as well.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

A flame ignited at the tip of the middle finger of his right hand.

But Aiwass knew that Isabel didn’t have a mana pool with a fire attribute.

Therefore, the flame was also an illusion.

Aiwass went over and tapped “Aiwass” on the forehead.

Only a crisp snap sounded, and “Aiwass,” with a cry of pain, held his head, but did not change back to Isabel.

He was somewhat surprised, “Now even when attacked, the illusion won’t shatter?”

“It’s Resilient Illusion!

My newly discovered ability, as long as I can hold on, the illusion technique can continue,” Isabel changed back and spoke with slight dissatisfaction, “But it still hurts...”

So “Resilient Illusion” could have such an effect...

It was only then that Aiwass truly realized that these terms were not exactly the same as the versions in the games.

“Path characteristics” themselves could be further explored and were not limited to what was merely conveyed in text.

“My last field, I plan to choose either ‘Screenwriter’ or ‘Singer.’ Both are fields adjacent to ‘Actor,'” Isabel inquired seriously, “Do you have any opinions?”

“As you wish.”

Aiwass smiled, “Feel free to choose either.”

“I’m seriously asking you here!”

“And I’m seriously answering.”

Aiwass’s smile faded, and he spoke with utmost seriousness, “I can tell you now—”

“Soon, perhaps in a few months, at most a year, the energy level cap of this world will be raised.

“At that time, the world cap will no longer be the sixth energy level of the Eternal Pope, but the seventh energy level.

Whispering to one another, Isabel relayed everything she had heard intact to Aiwass, and Aiwass did the same, sharing his experiences with Isabel.

Not just everything he heard and did,

but even his previous thoughts—he revealed how she perceived and how he believed.

But both of them tacitly avoided mentioning their previous arrangement—the one about the night of February 16th.

—Because they didn’t even wait for night to fall.

Just coming out from the promotion ceremony, their heightened spirits, along with the recognition, trust, and affection stemming from their “unspoken agreement,” turned into a powerful adhesive.

They whispered their trust to each other, their embrace tightening.

They went from sitting back-to-back to straddling; from initially leaning on each other to hugging, and then to deep kissing.

When their lips finally parted, Isabel’s cheeks were flushed from the brief breathlessness.

She still blushed easily, her flush extending down to her neck and collarbones.

“I have a gift for you tonight,”

Aiwass’s voice had turned somewhat hoarse and deep as he spoke into Isabel’s ear, “It’s the wine… brewed from my soul.”

As he said this, he leaned in and kissed Isabel again.

“So, before that…”

Aiwass asked softly.

Isabel didn’t respond; she simply held Aiwass tighter, gently rubbing her neck and earlobe against his.

And so, Aiwass understood.

He swept Isabel into his arms and, amid the astonished, thrilled, and “I knew it” looks from the maids and the Queen’s Guard, carried the feverish Isabel back to Her Majesty the Queen’s bedroom.

It wasn’t until Aiwass laid her on her own bed that Isabel seemed to snap back to reality.

“Wait, we agreed on this evening…”

She covered her flushed face shyly, then clutched a pillow tightly to it, mumbling from behind it, “It’s still daytime…”

“Because I want to look at you more.”

Aiwass said, moving to kneel in front of the queen, “My esteemed queen…”

He leaned forward, resolute and gentle, and removed the pillow that was hiding Isabel’s face.

As an artist in the “Actor” domain at the fourth power level, Isabel’s body was no longer fragile as it was in the past.

Yet her resistance was so feeble, as if she was intoxicated, leaving her fingers limp.

“Lord Moriarty… you…”

Isabel’s soft voice murmured dreamily, “We haven’t had lunch yet...

I also prepared some fine wine…”

The midday sunlight showered upon Isabel, making her seem as if she was aglow.

Removing his coat, Aiwass set it aside, and then proceeded to slowly and deliberately undo Isabel’s clothing.

He spoke calmly and tenderly, “We can save it to drink together tonight.

“—We could also play until the evening.”