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Chapter 637: Chapter 46 Yes, I Love Him Chapter 637: Chapter 46 Yes, I Love Him “Isabel… do you like Aiwass?”

Shafiya asked seriously.

For the first time, Shafiya did not address Isabel with her title of Highness.

Because at that moment, she regarded Isabel as her junior… even as her child.

Isabel also keenly sensed this change.

She gently closed her eyes, caressed her chest, and whispered with closed eyes, “Yes.”

Memories of the past flowed through Isabel’s heart, each thought warming her from the inside.

“When… did it start?”

Shafiya asked softly.

Hearing this, Isabel hesitated slightly, widening her eyes.

…Indeed.

When had she started to like Aiwass…?

Was it when he rescued her from the control of the succubus?

Was it when he helped her through the tough time of her grandmother’s death?

Was it because he had solved the Death Curse that plagued the royal family for over a decade?

Or was it because he changed her personality, helping her make friends…

…No, it was none of these.

Isabel remembered the Demonic Painting she had painted for Aiwass.

Long before all these events, she had already fallen for him.

It was just that at that time, she hadn’t yet realized it…

—When she thought about it now, it was the very first time she deeply remembered his name, never able to forget it, at the very beginning.

It was the first promotion ceremony… when no one expected her to pass safely, even Mrs.

Yanis was only hoping to give her a taste of failure.

But he sincerely praised her, saying “It’s all thanks to you,” “Amazing.”

He confidently and seriously declared, “I will save Avalon and this world from danger” with such cool words.

When she said, “You don’t have to save me,” he chose without hesitation to reject her words.

He saved her, he saved Sherlock.

Then with a small knife, he silently chose to die outside alone.

—Just to die inside would scare “Lulu”.

Maybe it was at that instant.

Isabel felt a strong “warmth.”

Like a person about to freeze in the cold wind, basking in the warmth of the sun, she almost burst into tears.

She craved that warmth so greedily, not realizing it herself, because she subconsciously chose to avoid it, only understanding her heart after a long time.

Even though she said, “You don’t have to save me,” “I should just die,” she hoped that someone would come to save her.

Her heart cried out, “Who will save me,” “Who can stay with me.”

But after a long time without an answer, those cries could only echo helplessly within her.

—Until she met Aiwass.

Longing for the warmth of that sunlight… once touched, she could never part with it again.

That was the most poisonous, most addictive thing in this world.

Hope.

If she had never had hope, she might have endured it all.

But having felt that confidence, strength, tenderness, and dazzling presence, she could no longer go back to the cold wind.

“From the very beginning.”

Isabel opened her eyes and answered firmly, “I fell in love with him.”

Not because of what he had done for her, nor because he was so handsome and excellent.

It was because from the beginning, his soul attracted hers—without any reason.

There might be many suited for him, but only one for her.

Only Aiwass could save her soul.

“…Do you know what love is?”

Shafiya laughed when she heard this, “You’re still so young… you’ve never really experienced anything.”

But in the instant she heard those words, Isabel unhesitatingly quoted something Aiwass had said only once, yet she had engraved in her heart, “Two not identical hearts, two spirits yet to overlap, are like two meticulously crafted gems.

They overlap and turn slightly towards the sunlight, reflecting a myriad of different colors on the wall…”

These were words Isabel dared not say in front of Aiwass.

But now, in front of Shafiya—in front of this simulated Shafiya, she could express her true feelings without restraint: “When two people shine upon each other, their light surpasses that of a sky full of stars.

I think that is love.

“Yes, I love him.”

“…I see.”

Shafiya looked at her, nodding with a touch of emotion, “Indeed… Love is harder to hide than a serious crime, like midday sunlight shining through the night.

“—I will help you, Princess Isabel.

Once we get you to the Holy Nation, I will go back and find him.”

“We’ve been gone so long, could he be in danger?”

“Worry makes a mess, Your Highness.

It’s only been two days—”

Shafiya explained, somewhat helplessly, “The main force is with us… After defeating so many enemies among us, how many can be there to attack Glass Island?”

Two days… They hadn’t ridden Gryphon, but had just arrived at the port and chosen a ferry… The enemy’s main force was gathered here… Aiwass was still on Glass Island and hadn’t made a move…

Isabel got the keywords she wanted to hear.

Her identity was not exposed, and she even got more information.

So she bid goodbye to Shafiya and sat back on her bed to seriously contemplate.

If that was the case, then it must be two days past, the night of the third day, or the early morning of the fourth day now.

So much had happened in the meantime, and she had not exposed herself at all.

This suggested that the ceremony was still running normally, but they had temporarily lost control.

If she was the only one who had lost control while Aiwass retained his senses, he would definitely have left something behind to help explain.

Considering the dream she had…

It probably wasn’t that she had amnesia; something must have gone wrong with the promotion ceremony.

As a Transcendent of the Path of Beauty, Isabel greatly trusted her intuition.

…Something was wrong.

Isabel’s heart skipped a beat.

She and Aiwass had agreed to arrive at the Holy Nation by dusk the next day, with Aiwass completing the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow before that.

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If everyone skipped the two intervening days…

then half a day has already passed since the agreed time for the ceremony.

Did Aiwass actually perform the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow?

Now there was absolutely no communication between them.

Not to mention that it was impossible to make a phone call on the ship, and she had no idea where Aiwass was at the moment.

Although Sherlock was with him…

But that Sherlock was an enemy!

As Isabel fell into a faint panic, she suddenly heard a sharp and hysterical laugh.

— Someone’s Transcendent status had been discovered by a “native”!

Isabel immediately realized this.

But from this, she quickly thought of something else.

Could this person be Sherlock?

No, that’s impossible.

Mr.

Counselor seemed very astute.

If everyone had skipped the two middle days, he might have felt panicked at first, but he should’ve quickly regained his composure.

Given his character, if he were with Aiwass, he likely wouldn’t betray him.

He was a rather old-fashioned and proud person, and being with “Bishop Moriarty” as a priest, he would become a protector.

Because he wouldn’t allow himself to stand behind a healer.

Considering this, Aiwass wouldn’t kill him right away.

Isabel’s brain worked fast, analyzing the personality of each individual.

She wasn’t too clear about the logical aspects, but she could see through the nature of everyone.

Her main task this time was about those trials concerning “role-playing”.

From this standpoint, she could fully put herself in the position of each person.

To think about what they should do.

— If I were Aiwass?

Such an idea suddenly popped into Isabel’s mind.

If I were Aiwass, what would I do?

She suddenly felt an abnormal thrill — not even based on life, death, or crisis, but rather on “understanding” and “love”.

Now she didn’t know the position where Aiwass stood, and Aiwass also didn’t know the information on her side.

They couldn’t contact each other, and yet Isabel had to ensure she arrived at the Holy Nation as soon as possible after the start of the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow — fast but not hasty.

If too early, at worst, Aiwass wouldn’t have completed the ceremony; but if too late, Aiwass might be in danger.

With Isabel’s nature, she would definitely want to go to the Holy Nation as soon as possible.

But since Aiwass wanted to complete the ceremony, she would choose to support that.

She must understand Aiwass well enough to guess his every move from a distance; likewise, Aiwass must also understand her well enough to realize that she could receive the message he transmitted.

— Now here comes the question.

Does she really understand Aiwass enough?

In this situation, could she guess Aiwass’s every move?

“If I were Aiwass…”

Isabel’s eyes gradually cleared: “I would kill ‘Sherlock’ at the start of the ceremony.

“Because he would also realize that we lack a way to contact each other.

The only thing that can overcome all obstacles is the ‘Death Knell’ and ‘Laughter’.

So he wouldn’t kill Sherlock in advance.”

— But what if someone dies en route, disrupting the message?

Such a thought surfaced in Isabel’s mind.

“If I were Aiwass…

As soon as I realized someone had died, I would immediately kill Sherlock.

Because it’s unreasonable for two people to die in succession when there’s no death match during the full moon ceremony.

If I heard such a signal, I would know he’s not ready…”

She pondered in her heart, anxious, and anticipation.

Waiting for the answer on the day of the drawing.

And elsewhere.

While Aiwass was talking to Sherlock and heard the laughter, something stirred in his heart.

“…

Laughter has appeared.

Now that the numbers are sufficient, only six remain.

Now everyone just needs to complete their own tasks; there’s no need to fight each other anymore.

“Although I can’t contact Isabel…

if she heard this laughter, she’d probably realize something.”

Aiwass believed that the current Isabel was completely different from the little princess he first met back then.

She wasn’t a burden, but a reliable teammate.

In a situation with absolutely no communication and a completely voided plan — how could the two achieve perfect communication?

Aiwass glanced toward “Counselor,” who was playing the role of Sherlock, with a notion in his mind.

“After I’m ready for the Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow…

perhaps I could provide information by killing the Counselor.”

If she realizes this death is unnecessary and abrupt, she’ll probably understand that I want to pass on the message to her.

— But what if someone dies along the way?

Aiwass cautiously considered another scenario.

Then kill the Counselor ahead of time, to warn Isabel—

If that situation arises, the simultaneous ringing of two Death Knells would imply “the second day,” and the timing could then be changed to dusk!

Can she think of this?

The Ceremony of Avalon’s Shadow is very dangerous…

if I don’t handle one aspect properly, I might die here.

Without the assistance of teammates, it’s like bungee jumping without a safety rope, no different from suicide.

Do I really want to bet that Isabel will understand my intentions?

— No, it’s not a bet.

Deep within Aiwass’s gaze, a deep red flame gradually ignited.

It was understanding…

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Aiwass knew that Isabel was adept at sensing the nature of others, probing into their hearts.

This is the hallmark of the Path of Beauty, and she, as a Prodigy, was particularly skilled in this regard.

If it were you…

You’d definitely be able to guess what I’m thinking right now, Isabel.

Aiwass thought to himself.

“If I were Aiwass…”

Isabel closed her eyes slightly, her confidence gradually growing within her heart.

“— I would trust Isabel.”

She recited in her heart.

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