CHAPTER 481: CHAPTER 234: ENNIE: STUDENT SHIAYAR, I HEARD YOU BECAME A DAD? (2-IN-1)_2

Greater rewards—

It’s about perfectly infiltrating what should be an entirely hostile camp of deadly enemies, mythical creatures, with pawns completely loyal to me and obeying without a second thought.

Or perhaps—

"▉▉female fighters"

It’s imaginable.

A few insiders completely under his control, absolutely loyal, willing to sacrifice their lives for Shiayar, and even enjoy a significant status within the camp of the deities.

When the final confrontation breaks out in the future, the impact they will have is considerable.

Of course—

This idea of simply planting his own insider within the camp of the deities.

The candidates Shiayar chose among the deities might not necessarily be the only optimal choice.

His decision to corrupt the abundance and life, transforming their divinity, is partly because of their control over divinity and authority—

The authority over harvest and life is gentler, and with Shiayar’s own magical modifications, it can indeed bring order and abundance to human kingdoms.

Compared to the Lord of Ashes, who has nothing left but the craving to burn, and if a theocratic kingdom were established, would only periodically launch sacrifices of all the citizens, an Evil God. Emotionally, supporting a theocratic kingdom of life and abundance is more acceptable to Shiayar.

At least it wouldn’t make him feel the guilt of aiding tyranny.

On the other hand—

It’s merely due to Shiayar’s personal mischievousness.

"Tsk, gotta say."

Shiayar strokes the head of the fluffy little white ferret in his arms, expressing a satisfied sentiment.

"This sudden feeling of fatherhood..."

"Is rather nice."

Shiayar feels the little white ferret in his arms suddenly shivering.

Then, the fluffy white large tail hurriedly rises, eager to cover Shiayar’s mouth.

But by then, it was already too late.

The air around turned icy cold in an instant, as if ready to freeze at any moment, along with the fierce aura explaining everything.

"I heard you’ve suddenly become a dad?"

The voice of the blonde young girl is pleasing and elegant, resembling the chime of a wind bell at night.

Yet it carries a slight chill, prompting Shiayar to subconsciously think of the Three Sages Snow Mountain at the end of the Ceylon Snowfields, eternally covered with snow.

"Then—"

"Could you let me know who the child’s mother is?"

...

The candle flames flicker, illuminating the living room of Eden Manor but unable to dispel the chill on the girl’s charming face.

"So—"

"You’ve been scheming for so long just to accept a few beautiful daughters as yours?"

Enola speaks calmly and quietly while inserting a silver fork into the stew on her plate.

Pfft—

This stew clearly underwent careful culinary treatment, with perfect control of cooking time, appearing tender and juicy.

As soon as the silver fork pierces it, the juice spills out, and the aroma of the food sweeps through, stimulating the appetite.

Shiayar watches Enola cut a small piece of stew and with an exceedingly elegant motion, places it into her mouth, feeling a bit sweaty in an instant.

He instinctively glanced at the little white ferret on his shoulder, hoping that Silver, with her standing as a Ceylon Elder and close friendship with Ennie, might help him out of this predicament.

However, he saw the little white ferret had already jumped off his shoulder, innocently chasing her tail in circles in the living room, occasionally playfully engaging with her shadow, resembling a silly and adorable cat.

Damn—

I’ve been giving you delicious food and treats, never lacking for you during good times, and now when the Pet Beast needs to sacrifice for its master, you completely bail and pretend to be daft?

Shiayar curses in his heart, looking at the stew on the table, already fragmented by Ennie’s knife and fork, and he clears his throat lightly.

"It’s just an excuse, it’s not like I really have daughters."

"I need to cultivate loyal insiders within the camp of the deities... Since that’s the case, some kind of suggestion must be implanted so they are sincerely loyal to me and unable to betray."

"The idea of being the Father of the Gods... is just a gimmick, not to be taken seriously."

"Is it?"

The blonde girl sets down her silver cutlery.

"But why do I feel that Student Shiayar seems to be quite enjoying the role-playing of this father-daughter relationship."

She raises the glass beside the table, slightly lifts her light golden locks, takes a small sip of the papaya milk in the glass, and then looks at Shiayar again.

"If truly aiming to choose insiders who are absolutely loyal and can change the tide in crucial moments... then choosing deities with immense destructive power should be the best option."

"Female deities are rare in the First Era’s camp of mythical creatures today... and those who have early sensed the historical trend of humanity’s rise, chose to abandon their original divine era race forms and instead transformed into goddesses resembling human forms, are even rarer."

"How is it that, Student Shiayar, of the two deities you infected and polluted, coincidentally they’re two beautifully flower-like goddesses fitting the human aesthetic?"

Enola glances at Shiayar.

"A young girl of the winged race."

"And a rebellious, fiercely wild demon wolf who took a long time to tame but once tamed, became a highly loyal family dog."

"Student Shiayar, upon taming them, you must have felt quite content in fulfilling your desire for conquest."