The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 789 - 400: Save the Sweet Nothings for Later

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Under the dual errors, the staircase to Heaven is collapsing.

The long staircase is densely veiled with cracks, and the erroneous fissures extend all the way to the gates of Heaven. The pure white bricks shatter piece by piece, hovering in the silent and ethereal sky. Starlight seeps along the fractured sky, cascading onto the verdant fields.

An Su lowered his gaze, looking at the girl before him—Yage Xiyiya, who was once the Shadow Saintess, to become Enya Moningsta the maid in the future, and now she has been reversed by the [Reversed Pope].

White Maid.

It should have been a gloomy shadow, but it was reversed into a grand brilliance.

The girl was bathed in light, her snow-white radiance too dazzling to clearly see her profile, but An Su knew she was smiling. Her deep eyes were no longer as dim and clear as autumn pools, but were sparkling with springlike ripples that could warmly reflect the face of a young boy.

The former Miss Maid always had a calm and indifferent expression, hiding her inner self and emotions, following An Su like a shadow, but in her reversed state, her expressions were much richer.

For instance,

An Su saw the immensely bright tear streak across her profile.

This was a sight An Su had never seen on Miss Maid's face—from thirty thousand years ago until now, whether it was the aloof Yasivya or the indifferent Enya Moningsta, this girl would never show such a look, always calm and graceful. She could say harsh things expressionlessly; even in the face of death, she maintained her proud and cool demeanor.

She would not reveal her inner emotions, only as silent as autumn rain.

Thus, this was the first time An Su saw her tears.

Thus, this was also the first time An Su saw her look so timid and fragile.

She slightly lowered her head, her moist eyes shrouded in mist, like frost forming in the night. Her long eyelashes trembled softly, and the autumn frost melted into a tear marking her face.

"Are you crying?" An Su asked.

"...No," Miss Maid softly pursed her lips and turned away, "You saw wrong."

The sharp-tongued Miss Maid had turned into a weepy, soft-spoken one.

Though it may sound strange, the girl's crying appearance was actually more intense than her smiling one.

For some reason, it made one feel like bullying her just from seeing it.

Ah, I have a plan.

Bai Ansu was brewing the darkest idea in history.

All in all, it was to commit suicide directly in front of the White Maid, to explode gruesomely with flesh and blood flying, leaving a terribly tragic scene, and then write all inheritance and treasures to her name, with a farewell note saying 'I can no longer endure,' 'Forget about me,' causing her pupils to lose highlights, leaving her regretful for life!

Just thinking about it felt immensely satisfying!

"So, you still owe me a day and eighteen hours of 'now,' my Young Master Ansu, my dear Councilor,"

Enya spoke in a low voice, her voice as soft as an insect's song, her eyes slightly misty, "How will you repay this promise to me?"

"After stepping out of this world, there are many things I need you to compensate me for."

Those reflective spring eyes stared at An Su, as she allocated these time herself, [a day and eighteen hours]: "How to distribute this time?"

"I can also make cakes, and mine will taste better than that woman's, you'll definitely prefer them. At the break of dawn, we'll enjoy them together. Ah, no blueberry cakes, you'll forget the taste of blueberries in the warm white morning glow, they only ripen in summer, eating them in other seasons would taste sour. We'll take a morning to forget the taste of blueberries."

"Ah, speaking of seasons."

"Winter has ended, after today spring has arrived, the fields in the Morning Star Territory are blooming with flowers, after enjoying the cake, we'll return home; boarding the Magic Conductor Train to leave the Imperial Capital, by that time the sky would be bright, a few patches of late frost and leaves would be on the tracks, the sparkles of the sea's rippling light sticking to the windows like tinfoil, and you'll sit beside me, just like when we came to Farol two years ago, we'll spend another afternoon leaving this place far behind."

"My dear Councilor."

"It takes an hour to eat the cake, and about twenty hours to return from the Imperial Capital to the border, just like that a day will pass, and the duration of the Reversed Pope is nearing its end, and I'll love you for life."

"I'll return to my original form, back to that flawless Miss Maid; I'll suppress all these delicate thoughts in my heart, and never say these embarrassing, inexplicable words to you again."

The White Maid's eyes reflected An Su's face, she smiled, and even the tear streak shining across her profile was bathed in brilliant light.

"So, after returning to the border, the remaining eighteen hours."

"These embarrassing romantic words."

She looked at An Su, her eyes reflecting the spring water:

—"Could you say them to me?"

Gazing at such a Miss Maid, An Su silently put away the previous dark thought.

For the first time, An Su felt his conscience being condemned.

He once again felt the strong contrast, he had heard her sharp words many times, his resistance had long been maxed out; now suddenly faced with these pure confessions, hit by the information gap, it was as if his hero trait got countered.

A bit intense, let's slow down.

Like someone downed with white liquor, suddenly drinking a few glasses of beer would get them drunk. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

It's a bit overwhelming now.

But this is not the time to talk about these things.

An Su turned his face away, avoiding Miss Maid's eyes, now is not the time to do these things. He watched the door on the steps, errors were gradually collapsing the staircase, and God's authority in the mortal world was already on the brink.

The entire Heaven's Gate system was collapsing due to 'errors.'

They must now make the final completion, conduct the last coronation ceremony.

"Some other day maybe," An Su said to Miss Maid.

"Alright, let's just choose another day directly."

Enya nodded.

"You said it, nothing is decided. Let's skip the sweet words and choose another day instead."

An Su stared at Miss Maid, his face filled with black lines, "...What kind of another day is this!"

"Because you're too direct... since that's the case, as you wish, let's skip these preludes and choose another day directly," Miss Enya said seriously.

No.

Was all that intensity just a prelude?

An Su suddenly realized the fact—Miss Enya is his shadow, reversed An Su is a beast, reversed An Su is livestock, similarly for her, reversed Miss Maid is lower head, and reversed White Maid is upper head.

The weepy soft-spokenness is just a mood; her essence hasn't changed.

She said seriously:

"Some other day."

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