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Chapter 850: Chapter 228 Dominant Isabel Chapter 850: Chapter 228 Dominant Isabel “The Cardinal Archbishop’s clothes have been delivered.”

Lily’s voice came clearly from the door: “Do you want to try them on first?”

“Sure.”

Aiwass responded and got up to open the door.

As the door opened, a familiar figure suddenly crashed into his arms like a little cannonball.

Isabel, dressed in an elf-styled short skirt for ease of movement, sprang up lightly.

She wrapped her arms around Aiwass’s neck, using the momentum of her light jump to lift herself up so her toes briefly left the ground.

“Did you miss me?”

Isabel asked with a playful smile, her white leather shoes naturally sliding down after the jump finished and landed gently on Aiwass’s foot.

But Aiwass didn’t feel much weight from Isabel.

She tiptoed lightly, her charmingly cute appearance was like that of a fairy.

Even without seeing wings behind her, it seemed as though she could perch on a blooming flower.

He stretched out his hand in surprise, instinctively touching Isabel’s cheek.

Yet even so, he didn’t feel where the mask joined with the skin.

Isabel didn’t shy away but pouted her lips and pushed her face closer, allowing Aiwass to inspect the details more carefully.

She teased, “If you could feel the seams with just a touch, then the ‘Puppet-Face Manual’ would be quite useless.”

Aiwass glanced at Lily standing quietly by the door, holding the Cardinal Archbishop’s robes with a presence so low it was like a bubble phantom, and suddenly realized: “This is…

Selene?”

“She’s too unruly; I looked away for a moment, and she nibbled half of the ham in the kitchen.

The sausages are the same—what’s most infuriating is that she only took one or two bites of each.

After it’s been touched by her saliva, not only can it not be saved, but no one else wants it either.”

Lily spoke with a serious expression, half in reprimand, half in complaint: “Maybe it’s better to have her quiet down like this for now.”

Clearly, the separation of Lily and Selene differed from the mode between Aiwass and the Serpent Celestial Marshal.

Their memories were shared with each other.

This means that Selene was definitely aware of these common life knowledge; she wasn’t a naive and ignorant child.

—It was with a clear understanding of this knowledge that she nibbled around the kitchen.

Her behavior was easy to understand, just like a child who evenly licks the ice cream they bought to prevent a friend from sharing it.

After she’s taken a bite of everything, those things could only be left for her to eat.

“Why not let the child eat more?”

Isabel stepped back, lightly leaping off Aiwass’s foot.

She patted Aiwass’s chest gently, complaining in a low voice: “I remember you said, that child even calls you ‘Daddy’…

You can’t let the child go hungry.”

This pat on the chest looked like a little reproach.

But Aiwass knew that she was just curious about the real feel of the massive gemstone on his chest.

Because in the Dream Realm, it was merely a shadow, and Isabel had not truly touched it.

—Yes, last night they finally met again in a dream.

In their joyous reunion, Aiwass and Isabel also shared the happenings on their respective sides.

Aiwass was quite pleased with Isabel’s growth—looking at it now, there’s no need for him to be busy over at Avalon.@@novelbin@@

Isabel, now fully awake, is behaving precisely like a competent Queen should.

Ministers, as political creatures, are highly sensitive.

They are so keen that they are like animals before an earthquake: they can sense any change before others do.

Interpreting the Monarch’s thoughts is naturally an important part—put simply, it’s about bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

They are too good at sensing the Monarch’s attitude and determination; once Isabel stood firm, her opinions faced no more obstacles.

This is also a common characteristic of Transcendents on the Path of Authority.

After all, the essence of the Path of Authority contains traces of the Path of Transcendence.

Aiwass encouraged Isabel and was aware of her progress in studying the Puppet-Face Manual.

Upon learning of Isabel’s confidence, he invited her to watch the Pope’s succession ceremony.

This was truly a “once in several centuries” spectacle.

Although almost the entire Holy Nation could watch the “live broadcast,” there was undoubtedly a difference between watching it live and on screen.

—Just like the Spring Festival Gala, even though it’s been prolonged to extreme lengths, being able to attend the event in person would still be very interesting and prestigious.

Aiwass particularly enjoyed such bustling events and was keen on dragging others along with him.

Sherlock made it clear that he didn’t plan to attend.

He intended to continue burying his head in the Codex Book for intensive study…

To him, such excitement was purely a waste of time and a pointless endeavor.

Isabel accepted Aiwass’s invitation and “teleported” to the Holy Nation through the mask given by the church earlier.

“I haven’t skimped on her food…”

Aiwass shook his head, suddenly struck by the bizarre illusion of a “wife blaming him for starving the child upon returning from a business trip.”

Seeing Isabel continue to reach out, probing under her collar to caress the huge emerald gemstone, Aiwass finally lost patience and pushed her hand back.

“What’s wrong?” Isabel persisted, “Aren’t you going to try on the clothes?”

Since confirming her relationship with Aiwass, Isabel had become increasingly bold and passionate.

Aiwass merely reminded her, “But you’re using Selene’s body now…

Your consciousness, your mask, has descended into that girl Selene’s body.

So is it you or is it Selene?”

“Of course, it’s me.”

Isabel answered without hesitation.

Her eyes shone like stars, not flickering even slightly.

“…What if you made masks for others and let them descend into your body?

Would that be considered a different person from you?”

“No, that’s also me.”

Isabel spoke with a smile, squinting her eyes that reminded one of a sly Little Cat, “Whether it’s my body or my consciousness—it is undoubtedly me.

Because I am Isabel, Queen of Avalon…

because I am the master of these masks.”

The aura of her majesty made Aiwass somewhat astonished.

Is this…

the adaptability of the Path of Authority?

“So double standards?”

Aiwass teased.

But Isabel just hummed and clung to Aiwass again, “Mm-hmm, do you like it?”

“I like it.”

Looking at Isabel, who had grown much more domineering yet still so dependent on him after not seeing her for half a month, Aiwass unexpectedly felt a sense of pride.

—This child, I raised her with my own hands!

“By the way, if it’s your mask being worn or you wearing my mask…

then it could indeed be you.”

Isabel whispered into Aiwass’s ear, “You play me…

or I play you.”