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Chapter 681

Chapter 681: Chapter 73 You’re Making a Negative Become Positive Here Chapter 681: Chapter 73 You’re Making a Negative Become Positive Here Aiwass soon realized what Grey meant.

—Because the Unicorn didn’t react at all to his touch and riding, and if anything, seemed quite affectionate.

But how am I supposed to know why this Unicorn is so fond of me!

As a symbol of the Holy Nation’s highest echelons, only a Cardinal Archbishop is eligible to ride a Unicorn — and it additionally requires the rider to be a pure and kind-hearted virgin.

Even male or married Cardinals are not permitted to touch them, and if someone harbors evil thoughts, the Unicorn will also reject their attempt to ride.

And quite obviously.

He is neither pure nor kind-hearted, and he is no longer a virgin, nor is he a girl.

...

He isn’t even a Cardinal Archbishop.

Aiwass couldn’t hold back anymore—

You’re doing some strange math here!

You did it twice, didn’t you?

Unicorn, is there something wrong with your approach this time?

“...Is it the Affinity with the Path?”

Aiwass asked softly, “After all, I’m already at the Fourth Power Level.”

“Cardinal Archbishops are all at the Fifth Power Level.”

Pure White replied, “Unicorns are Beasts of Candle Vigil and Moon Gazing.

If you’re not a girl, then you must be the only exception in thousands of years.”

“I remember...

Unicorns have Affinities for both the Paths of Dedication and Love.”

Aiwass asked with some hesitation, “Could it be the Path Affinity?”

Could it be because of the Path attributes given to him by the Gemini Mirror?

After all, No.

14 is a virgin, and also a Son of the Moon...

Could it be the Unicorn saw straight through my identity as Aiwass, getting a whiff of No.

simply because of their special Affinity for “pure people,” becoming a presence akin to Avalon’s lie detectors.

Rather than saying they are mounts assigned to Cardinal Archbishops, it’s more like they are discipline supervisors moonlighting as drivers.

By now, it has probably served many Holy Maidens.

“And to you as well, Aiwass.”

The Unicorn turned back amiably, gazing at Aiwass with its sapphire-like clear pupils.

Despite being a horse face, Aiwass always felt it was smiling — he could even clearly see a human-like expression on the Unicorn’s face: “This is my first time carrying a man.

If the ride is too rough and makes you uncomfortable, please don’t be shy, and let me know in time.”

Aiwass got her meaning.

In other words, if something pinches, remember to say it, don’t be shy about speaking up.

Upon hearing her words, Aiwass felt a bit embarrassed.

He coughed once and said nothing.

—There was a feeling of talking with an aunt at home.

The closeness was there, but it felt like being teased.

“Also,” the Unicorn spoke, “may the Candle Master protect you.”

With that, the Unicorn slightly lifted its head backward, offering its horn toward Aiwass.

Aiwass guessed this might be Pansy’s imitation of a “handshake” ritual.

Thus, he carefully extended his fingers, gently touching the exceptionally sharp horn, as if lightly grasping the tips of the other’s fingers.

At this time, they had already left the harbor.

Outside, there were even more people — one could even say it was bustling.

Elves, Trolls, Lizardfolk, Humans, Goblins, Sons of the Moon...

except for Dwarves, Aiwass saw almost every intelligent race.

They varied in height, build, and even their attire was all different.

These immigrants or tourists, wearing clothes from various cultures, gathered in small groups.

Yet hardly any of them spoke Elvish; they only spoke their own racial languages.