Vincent had heard about Aunt Diana's homeland that night in the bathtub.
It wasn't as simple as New York, a metropolis, or a specific city or town; instead, it was a place called 'Paradise Island,' a remnant of the old gods, inhabited by the Amazonians, a warrior race descended from the age of the gods.
Feeling the delicate and resilient texture of the long leg through the fabric, Vincent asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aunt, didn't you say before that you were exiled from Paradise Island?"
Paradise Island.
Created by Zeus, King of the Olympian gods, the island is protected by a magical force field. Not only are human high-tech devices unable to detect the island's existence from the outside, but once one leaves the island, they also forget its correct location.
Because of this, Paradise Island is a real place on Earth, yet it is truly isolated from the human world.
When Aunt Diana left Paradise Island during World War I, she forgot the island's coordinates, essentially being eternally exiled and unable to return to her homeland.
"That's right," Diana nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wisdom. "However, thanks to your help a while ago, I thought of a way to return to Paradise Island."
"My... help?" Vincent was even more confused. When had he ever helped Aunt Diana?
Diana softly said, "Finding a way back to Paradise Island isn't important. What's important is, are you willing to go back with me?"
At this moment.
On the opposite bank of the river, the modern street scene grew increasingly lively, and the night wind blew, breaking a thin layer of ice on the river.
Vincent suddenly understood; this was also a choice.
Was it to choose the life, identity, and everything of the human world for the past sixteen years, or to follow Aunt Diana?
Did he even need to hesitate?
Vincent smiled, "I am willing."
Diana, with a hint of doubt, asked, "Even if you can never see your friends again?"
"That would naturally be a very sad thing," Vincent paused, then said sincerely, "But if I can never see Aunt Diana again, I will die."
Since ancient times, many heroes have died at the feet of women.
Moreover, he wasn't a hero, and he was even sitting on her lap.
"Alright, even if you want to live on Paradise Island, my mother wouldn't agree," Diana lightly tapped the back of Vincent's head with her finger and smiled, "I haven't seen my people in a long time; we're just going back for a visit. We'll come back together before your vacation ends."
"When do we leave?" Vincent asked curiously. This was like a few days' trip to Paradise Island.
No, it felt more like going back to Aunt Diana's maiden home?
Vincent thought.
Diana didn't have as many thoughts as him. Her lips parted slightly: "Now, we depart immediately."
... The next day, in the morning.
Aegean Sea, on a huge three-story cruise ship.
Due to the Greek Mediterranean climate, it wasn't cold even in winter. Bathed in bright and brilliant sunlight, tourists on the ship flocked to the open deck, enjoying the cool sea breeze and the romance of the ocean scenery.
Tourists from all over the world, while relaxing, also seemed to yearn for a wonderful encounter. Gentlemen dressed as dashing British gentlemen, and ladies mostly wore colorful and graceful long dresses. Many people chatted and socialized on the deck while admiring the sea view.
And when a woman stepped onto the cruise ship's deck, all the men's eyes showed admiration, and the ladies on the scene, who were vying for attention, were overshadowed.
The black-haired woman wore a white, off-the-shoulder, slit dress. Her exquisite and beautiful face was as if sculpted by a god, and her tall, mature, perfect body, under the long dress, outlined a graceful and captivating curve. Her every move carried nobility and elegance, and her sexy, slightly wavy, shoulder-length hair shimmered.
Next to the woman, closely followed a young man with a hint of youthfulness on his face, handsome and refined, wearing a fitted and proper shirt uniform.
The two walked side by side from the cabin to the deck, like a pair of siblings with an age difference of about ten years.
Immediately.
A gentleman on the deck was the first to step forward, approaching the woman, and politely said in a gentle voice, "Madam, may I have the honor of making your acquaintance?"
Before the mature and stunning woman could respond.
The young man beside her suddenly declared his ownership, as if, wrapping his arm around her slender waist, and also politely smiled, "Excuse me, this is my young girlfriend."
Young, girlfriend?!
At that moment, countless people on the deck were dumbfounded, and for a moment, they all doubted if they had misheard.
The gentleman who had taken off his hat to strike up a conversation was also a bit stunned, instinctively looking at the woman.
Diana said nothing, a faint smile on her lips, as if tacitly acknowledging this identity.
Vincent blinked and said, "Uncle, could you please make way?"
"Me, uncle?" The gentleman's mouth twitched. Struck by some fatal blow, he dejectedly stepped aside.
Seeing this, the other gentlemen also didn't bother to go over and chat, but suddenly felt that the ladies wandering around them were no longer appealing.
To reach the 'pinnacle' at such a young age, driving a top-tier ride, people really can't compare!
... Vincent, with one arm around Diana, came to the deck railing, and what greeted his eyes was the vast, boundless blue sea.
Diana glanced at Vincent and suddenly said, "Just now, what did you say I was to you?"
"Young," Vincent opened his mouth, then decisively said, "Aunt!"
"Really?" Diana was expressionless.
"Of course."
"Why aren't you letting go of my hand?"
"Oh." Vincent awkwardly withdrew his hand, looking a bit wronged.
Diana also seemed to feel that her tone had been a bit harsh and couldn't help but say softly, "Outside, don't hug me like that..."
Vincent's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
This meant that when they weren't outside, at home, he could hug her however he wanted, right?
Top-tier understanding!
"What if I want to hug you tonight?" Vincent couldn't help but ask, feeling that he still needed Aunt Diana's explicit approval.
Diana turned her face away, earnestly looking at the vast sea in front of her, as if she hadn't heard what he said.
It seemed there was no chance.
Vincent didn't feel much regret in his heart; if she really let him hug her, he would be the one suffering in the end.
Diana suddenly said, "I've recalled some more about the location of Paradise Island."
"That's great, think harder," Vincent's eyes lit up. He stopped talking, letting Aunt Diana concentrate.
If one possessed divine power, they would surely be able to see it.
At this moment, Diana's right hand was tightly gripping a golden lasso. The other end of the lasso was bound to her left wrist.
The golden lasso, used to bind others, could make the other party speak the Lasso of Truth.
There was also a hidden rule within it.
Even things deep in one's memory, things one had forgotten, would be forcibly recalled!
Inspired by the last time she bound Vincent, Diana was now using the Lasso of Truth on herself, borrowing the power of the divine artifact to counteract the laws of Paradise Island, thereby making herself recall the correct coordinates of Paradise Island!