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Chapter 675: Chapter 67: Aiwass’s Bottled Soul Chapter 675: Chapter 67: Aiwass’s Bottled Soul Twilight fell.

Clad in a pure white bathrobe, Aiwass walked leisurely to the bathtub, carrying a glass bottle in one hand and a just-opened bottle of wine in the other.

He set the glass bottle on the shelf next to him and poured the ruby-like wine into a goblet that had been pre-filled with ice cubes, handing it to Isabel in the bathtub.

With a hint of shyness, Isabel pulled up her knees, her right hand covering her chest, while her slender, fair hand gracefully received the goblet.

“After all this time, what’s there to cover up?”

Teasing her, Aiwass poured himself a glass as well.

He pulled up a chair and settled closely beside the bathtub.

“…You’re such a bother.”

Isabel murmured softly, slightly propping herself up in the bathtub and gently clinking her glass against Aiwass’s.

The glasses emitted a crisp clinking sound.

The crystalline, ruby-like wine swayed in the glass, spilling slightly on Isabel’s collarbone and chest as it tipped, and Aiwass wiped it away with his hand.

“Mmh…”

Perhaps because of the hot water she had been soaking in, Isabel’s cheeks were now flushed.

She didn’t push Aiwass’s hand away; instead, she pressed down on it with her elbow, covering the back of his hand with hers.

“…There are people outside.”

She whispered, sinking back below the water’s surface.

Although Aiwass had swiftly shut the door while carrying her in, the Queen’s Guard sent by the Pope hadn’t managed to follow directly into the room.

But it was their duty to be there, so they couldn’t just step aside.

They could only surround Isabel’s bedroom completely.

Aiwass raised an eyebrow, didn’t retract his hand, and gently caressed her instead: “So you knew there were people outside…

Then why did you scream so loudly earlier?”

Honestly, it startled Aiwass.

Considering there was definitely someone listening, he was the one who felt shy first.

But then he gradually adapted—or rather, completely ignored the fact.

Reminded of this by Aiwass, Isabel became flusteredly angry: “I’m going to bite you!”

She recoiled slightly, and with a kitten-like nibble, she gently bit onto Aiwass’s palm.

She could also smell the faint scent of the wine and the rose petals in the bath—the scent that soaked into Isabel’s skin.

Isabel gnawed a bit but didn’t break Aiwass’s skin.

Releasing her mouth, her face completely red, yet she said earnestly, “I just felt…

so happy.

And I wanted to show off a bit.”

“Show off what?”

Aiwass asked with a smile.

“Show off that I…

have you.”

Isabel spoke softly, her eyes sparkling.

For Isabel, who always repressed her emotions, choosing “actor” as her first area of specialization also hinted at the desire to express herself latent in her subconscious.

“So it was on purpose?”

Aiwass pretended not to hear, only whispering the question into Isabel’s ear.

Isabel slapped Aiwass’s arm in mortified annoyance, unable to even leave a red mark.

Laughing, Aiwass drew his arm back and downed his drink in one gulp.

It was then that Aiwass finally deeply understood why the seniors from the fourth division at school…

were especially popular.

In moments like these, the techniques of Rite of Fire and Illumination seemed incredibly useful—the Sacred Arts of self-recovery and helping others recover were indeed mutually beneficial.

Free from all worries, they genuinely enjoyed the whole afternoon, and now both were refreshed, soaking and drinking wine here.

If it wasn’t for a bit of hunger, even continuing until late into the night wouldn’t be a problem.

“This is…”

The exquisite cool fragrance and the tingling sense of expansion from the wine caught Aiwass by surprise: “Is this ‘Sacred Tree No.

1’?”

“Mhm.”

Isabel hummed softly, speaking quietly: “I also discovered not long ago that Grandmother had hidden away such a fine wine…

Even before I came out of the Ascension ritual, I was curious what it tasted like.”

As she spoke, she looked reproachfully at Aiwass: “I had initially planned to commemorate tonight with it…”

“It’s not a conflict…

It can also serve as a commemoration.”

Aiwass chuckled lightly, hanging the bathrobe on a rack nearby.

He stepped into the bathtub, parting the layers of rose petals.

As Aiwass entered, the surface of the water suddenly rose.

The increased buoyancy made Isabel instinctively grab the edge of the tub, her body slightly lifting.

Aiwass simply, with a gentle motion, nudged her upwards, using the buoyancy of the water to lift her.@@novelbin@@

He lay flat at the bottom of the tub like a cushion and drew Isabel into his arms.

“Wait, I’m hungry…

Let’s eat first…”

Isabel’s cheeks turned red upon realizing something.

Feeling that if it continued like this, the promised dinner would be missed again.

So she struggled to get up but was gently pushed back down by Aiwass.

“It’s okay, I just want to hold you like this.”

Aiwass soothed her with a soft voice, and Isabel slowly lay back down.

She lay upon Aiwass’s supple yet firm muscles, her body instinctively curling up.

She felt a tranquil sense of security.

When Isabel turned her head, she realized she didn’t have to lie on the cold jade pillow at the edge of the tub but was conveniently nestled against Aiwass’s chest.

She closed her eyes gently, feeling as if the whole world had quieted down.

Aiwass, meanwhile, gently caressed her hair, picking strands gently and letting the smooth hair flow through his fingers, focusing on breathing in the fragrance of Isabel’s hair.

——In fact, it wasn’t just Isabel who felt at ease.

Aiwass’s heart, too, had never been as calm as it was at that moment.

As if there was nothing to think about, as if there were no need for contemplation, as if there were no worries to bear.

Aiwass held Isabel for quite some time.

When her breathing gradually became calm and deep, and she seemed about to fall asleep, he helped her to sit up, waking her up.

“Don’t fall asleep yet.”

Aiwass said, taking a towel and carefully wiping Isabel’s body — a task usually reserved for the maidservants and now for the Queen’s Guard.

Being wiped by Aiwass snapped Isabel to alertness again.

“…You really get embarrassed easily, don’t you?”

Aiwass teased as he also dried himself and put on the bathrobe.

His body steamed with white mist, and he walked over to the rack, picking up a glass bottle filled with a golden liquid.

——Like a bottled Sun that wasn’t glaring.

In the bedroom, which was somewhat dim with not all the lights on, it shone like a night light, twinkling softly.

Isabel had noticed it before.

But since Aiwass hadn’t mentioned it, she hadn’t had the chance to speak about it.

“What is this?”

She asked curiously.

“As I mentioned before,” Aiwass said with a light laugh, lifting the perfume bottle-like crystal bottle, “this is the wine brewed from my soul.

“If I am no longer with you, and you feel pain, exhaustion, or illness, and no one is there to take care of you…

you just open it, smell the aroma, and you can immediately become alert and feel better.

“If you sustain an incurable injury, drink it all.

It can effectively prolong your life.”

In that small bottle, no thicker than a thumb, a small amount of “Sacred Tree No.

1” served as the carrier for a third of Aiwass’s soul.

After this division of the soul, it would probably take Aiwass at least a couple of months to fully recover.

Isabel’s face turned red: “So it wasn’t just a metaphor…”

She had thought…

it was some kind of poetic expression.

“…Hm?”

Aiwass paused for a moment, his lips curving into a slight smile.

He gently embraced Isabel, whispering, “Let’s give you a trial size then.

“This is…

my soul.”

He lowered his head and kissed Her Majesty the Queen of Avalon, exhaling a small amount of golden, intoxicating mist with his breath, which Isabel inhaled.

It was a sensation of the spirit being soothed, the soul being healed.

Isabel’s keen intuition even allowed her to clearly feel her soul being purified and strengthened.

——It was not just a medicine, but also a highly valuable tonic.

If she were to drink the entire bottle…

perhaps even if she suffered a fatal injury during an advanced ritual, she wouldn’t die afterward.

Isabel thought to herself.