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Chapter 760: Chapter 143: The Second Dimension Version of Aiwass Chapter 760: Chapter 143: The Second Dimension Version of Aiwass It was two o’clock in the morning.

Aiwass was carried onto the swing in the yard by Lady Grace, while Sherlock, Lily, and Maxim watched from the side.

Lady Grace looked small in stature and dress.

Although her exact age was indiscernible, she appeared to be a college student.

For this reason, Aiwass had never really had a concept of Lady Grace’s height—especially since she was always standing next to the towering figure of Maxim, who was two and a half meters tall, which made her look even more petite.

—But now, as Lady Grace held him, Aiwass suddenly realized that she was indeed a pureblood elf.

When she held Aiwass, she pinched right under his ribs, so deftly as if she were holding a not-so-large cat or dog.

Aiwass noticed that she even unconsciously lifted her pinky fingers.

She wasn’t even applying much pressure with her ring fingers.

She sat on the swing, placing Aiwass on her lap.

Then she took out a small bottle from her chest and fed the liquid inside to Aiwass.

She whispered in a gentle voice, “Be good, drink it all in one go.

Drink up quickly.”

“Mm-hmm,”

Aiwass replied muffledly, taking the bottle into his own hands to steady it.

The drink—or perhaps it was more apt to call it a beverage—tasted quite nice.

It was reminiscent of apple-flavored champagne.

It had the flavor of alcohol, yet it wasn’t strong; it was sweet and bubbly…

one could say it left an unforgettable taste, much like the other drinks from the Holy Nation, which were all quite pleasing.

Except for the first sip that nearly made Aiwass choke…

thereafter, he simply clutched the bottle and chugged it down.

This bottle held about six hundred milliliters, and after finishing it, Aiwass let out a burp.

But as he burped, he suddenly felt as though the whole world had turned bizarrely enchanting.

Time seemed to stretch—his burp sound twisted and warped as if it were a recording slowed down several times.@@novelbin@@

Under the night’s moonlight, the courtyard, already dim, turned a sudden shade of yellow.

Then, Lady Grace began to swing.

As the swing rose suddenly, Aiwass felt as if his body had taken flight.

“My body feels so light…”

This strange sensation made Aiwass open his eyes wide in astonishment.

He felt as if the effervescence in the bubbly drink had turned him into a giant balloon, and if not for Lady Grace holding onto him, he would have floated away.

When the swing arced up high for the second time, that sensation of rising seemed to balance with the sensation of falling for a moment.

He felt as though he had frozen mid-air and would continue to float like this into eternity.

But the next moment, Aiwass felt himself “deflating.”

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that he had arrived in another world.

It was a world with exceptionally vivid colors, like something out of a cartoon—simply put, it was as though he had entered a two-dimensional realm.

The artistic style was completely different from the previous world.

This was Aiwass’s first time entering Fairyland.

It wasn’t nighttime here, but midday.

The sunlight was so bright that it was almost blinding, with hardly any shadows in sight.

It was a verdant world, not seeming very large, resembling a garden.

On one side of the street was a strikingly extravagant, golden crystal house.

The house was not large—tiny, in fact—measuring perhaps less than thirty square meters.

The clean path in the grass at the doorway was so narrow it seemed only comfortable for children to walk on.

If an adult were to move around here, they would likely end up stepping one foot on the land and another on the grass, or they’d have to tiptoe through.

Aiwass floated in the air, deflating while descending.

He was like a balloon, with white steam hissing out from his nostrils and mouth.

In this case, perhaps he could…

He suddenly had an idea and covered his mouth with his hand.

Soon after, Aiwass began to swell up, turning into what looked like a big fat man.

Aiwass, who had previously been slowly falling, suddenly started to wobble slightly and floated steadily in midair.

From a bird’s-eye view, Aiwass took a careful look and finally made out that it was a candy house!

The dark golden walls, as clear as crystal, were actually some kind of syrup, the floor inside was made of wafer biscuits, and the bed was soft white bread.

Its roof was a thick layer of chocolate cake, and several fairies were patiently drizzling syrup on top of it.

When they saw Aiwass floating in the air like a balloon from afar, they were immediately invigorated and flew over.

“It’s a human balloon!”

“Such a big human!”

“Will it pop if we poke it?”

“So fat, like bread.”

“Can’t it talk?”

The fairies chattered away, while Aiwass, with his mouth covered, looked down at the ground and slowly exhaled to lower his altitude.

Just then, a clear voice rang out, “He’s my friend!”

Aiwass and the fairies turned to look.

There was Lady Grace, who seemed to have flown out from nowhere.

Behind her were a pair of wings that resembled those of a withered leaf butterfly, making her appear like a slightly larger fairy.

She even looked younger—like a 12 or 13-year-old girl, and was shorter than Aiwass.

She seemed to be cloaked in an unrealistic filter, which gave her the look of a “high-quality cosplayer in a photograph.” But as they were precisely in a “two-dimensional world,” her presence became reasonable.

Even the clothes on her that previously seemed odd because they were too small became normal.

They were the kind of clothes that normal people would find hard to wear out and about, but in the Fairyland, they were just right.

“—Grace!”

A blue fairy flew over and bluntly said, “Your new wings are so ugly!”

“They look like leaves!”

“And they’re all withered!”

The other fairies also chirped in with their comments.

But a very few fairies disagreed with the others, “I think they’re quite nice.”

“Exactly!

Wings that don’t glow, I’ve never seen those before!”

Humans understand what is called manners, subtlety, and politeness—but fairies do not have this concept.

If it’s nice, it’s nice; if it’s not nice, it’s not nice.

Aiwass slowly let all the air out and landed safely on the lawn.

The gardener fairy who had been tending to the lawn was not upset by this, but rather flew over in astonishment, “What a beautiful human!”

Suddenly, the other fairies immediately abandoned the youthfully transformed Lady Grace and swarmed over in a hubbub.

“Indeed!”

“Good, this is my friend, and you guys are not allowed to snatch him away!”

“What you say doesn’t matter, I’m the one who decides!”

“What you say is what doesn’t matter!”

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The fairies instantly clustered together and began an endless, repetitive chorus.

Meanwhile, Aiwass tentatively reached out and grasped at the empty air—sure enough, a mirror promptly materialized in his hand.

—This meant he wasn’t a stowaway from the Fairy Hole but a guest invited by the fairies, hence he also possessed a certain degree of wish-fulfillment capability!

Aiwass looked at himself in the mirror, as he was indeed curious about his “2D image”—whether it resembled the Aiwass in the game exactly—

He examined his reflection and his expression soon became subtly complex.

The answer was, not quite the same.

“But this face… it doesn’t look like a good person at all,”

Aiwass murmured.

It could be because the game’s version of Aiwass didn’t have levels in the Path of Devotion, but that Aiwass looked nowhere near as “attractive” as he did now.

The current him was so handsome it was almost ostentatious.

If one were to describe it, the game version of Aiwass would fit well with rimless glasses, exuding the literary air of a scholar; whereas the Fairy Kingdom’s Archbishop Aiwass, if he squinted his eyes, would give off an inscrutable and sly vibe, reminiscent of a character who slacks early in the ranks of allies but later betrays them with a scheme.

He even felt like he’d fit the role of a final villain in a game with no sense of dissonance at all.

For a moment, Aiwass even harbored a sliver of self-doubt—do I really look that much like a villain?

When he saw Aiwass looking into the mirror, Lady Grace looked at him somewhat surprised, as if amazed that he had adapted so quickly to the unique rules of the Fairy Kingdom.

Innocence.

Beauty.

Fascination.

—Fulfilling these three criteria, one can make their wishes come true.

With a snap of his fingers, Aiwass’s solemn, deep-red archbishop robe disappeared.

In its place, light shimmered as a new set of clothes appeared—he changed back into the clerical attire he wore during his school days.

Then Aiwass snapped his fingers again, and that attire also vanished.

He changed into an even more affable, neighborly set of everyday clothes—a reddish-brown shirt, modest yet luxurious, with a sleeveless sweater knitted by the queen worn over it.

Aiwass looked at himself in the mirror again and smiled with satisfaction.

He now looked much more approachable.

Indeed, the problem was with the bishop’s robes!

The fairies showed no surprise at Aiwass’s newly conjured clothes but commented, “He doesn’t seem as pretty as before.”

“Ordinarily pretty!

I still want to be your friend!”

“My name is Liya, what’s your name, human?”

“I’m called Aiwass…”

Just as Aiwass was speaking, a golden meteor suddenly flew from a distance—appearing fierce but actually hitting him lightly from behind, causing his body to sway slightly.

“He’s my friend!”

Fairy Nilim flew over, perched on Aiwass’s shoulder, and showed her teeth to the others: “You’re not allowed to be his friend!”

“You’re still too young, Nilim.”

“How do you know Aiwass?”

“Did you sneak out to play?”

“Her Majesty has said, underage fairies can’t go out to play!”

The adult fairies were unafraid and immediately united in a chorus of righteous finger-pointing.

Surrounded by these fairies, Aiwass felt as if his mood had greatly improved.

His face, unbeknownst to him, was filled with smiles.

“Everyone!”

Lady Grace raised her hand to interrupt the fairies’ argument: “We are here to see Her Majesty the Queen!

Who can escort us there!”

“I will!” “I will!”

The fairies immediately became excited as if viewing it as a sacred mission.

But then they unanimously said, “Let’s go together!”

“This way!”

The next moment, a crystalline, transparent Rainbow Bridge sprung up from beneath Aiwass’s feet, stretching upwards with a curve into the clouds.

Aiwass solemnly crouched down and touched the seemingly illusory Rainbow Bridge.

Just as Lady Grace intended to come over and seriously explain that one could walk on it by simply emptying their mind and not to be afraid… Aiwass suddenly reached out, twisted a piece of the Rainbow Bridge, then put it in his mouth to taste.

He raised his hand and proclaimed loudly, “Sweet!”

“Sweet!”

“Watch me make it sour and tangy!”

“You dare!”

The fairies immediately became a ruckus again.

Looking at Aiwass’s actions, Lady Grace was momentarily stunned.

Her mind was filled with memories of the composed, wise, and imposing Aiwass… yet now, Aiwass was behaving like a child.

…He even seemed more childlike than she, the fairy spell heiress, herself.

She was merely absent-minded for a moment and almost stepped into thin air—she nearly slipped through the Rainbow Bridge.

If your mind is too burdened with reality and disbelief in miracles, you simply cannot walk on this Rainbow Bridge.

She could maintain a childlike heart only through inherited spells, preventing the fairies’ hostility and displeasure.

But then…

She watched Aiwass ascend the Rainbow Bridge with confident strides, surrounded by fairies, and her eyes widened.

Archbishop Aiwass… was supposed to be an adult human, right?

…For such a grown person, could he still always believe in fairy tales and miracles?

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