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The next day at noon.
Anzai Kane woke up naturally and lazily opened his eyes.
The once-messy bedroom had already been tidied up until it was spotless.
Obviously, while he was asleep, Irisviel had ordered the maids to clean it.
He lazily wrapped the quilt tighter around himself, leaving only his head exposed outside.
His smooth white long hair shimmered in the sunlight like satin.
With his eyes half-squinted, he surveyed the room as if looking for something.
"Where's Iris?"
Kane muttered the question under his breath in puzzlement.
But there was no response.
He looked toward the bedside table and found a note stuck on it.
…
[If you're hungry, remember to call hotel service. The maids will prepare snacks for you.]
[I'm going out to buy you some clothes. I'll be back soon.]
[Iris.]
…
"How nice…"
Kane narrowed his eyes in contentment as he read Irisviel's note.
He wriggled a few times under the quilt, with absolutely no desire to get out of bed.
At this moment…
He suddenly noticed that on the golden virtual screen, his unread messages had already turned into 99+!
In other words…
While he had been sleeping, Frieren and Morgan had already been chatting in the group for a very, very long time!
With a curious mood, Kane opened the group chat.
He started reading carefully from the earliest messages.
And then…
He burst out laughing…
The conversation between Frieren and Morgan was incredibly entertaining!
Because they shared many things in common.
Neither of them was human, and both possessed lifespans that were practically immortal.
Both were adept at using magic, and their talents far surpassed ordinary people.
They discussed many topics about the mysterious side of the world together, almost like academic research.
It gave off the illusion of two big shots from the same field meeting at a drinking party, clinking glasses and exchanging ideas.
…
Goddess Chat Group.
[Group Owner: Food! I'm starving!]
[Faerie Queen: Group Owner, you've woken up?]
[Cute Old Geezer: You're still the same as before, always loving to sleep in.]
[Group Owner: Look who's talking. You're probably still curled up in your blankets right now.]
[Cute Old Geezer: Wrong guess. I'm on my way to the Association.]
[Group Owner: The Association?]
[Cute Old Geezer: I want to tell Serie the news that you're still alive.]
[Group Owner: She'll probably doubt you. Corpses coming back to life is creepy.]
[Cute Old Geezer: No, she won't.]
[Cute Old Geezer: Not long after you died, your body almost turned into motes of light and vanished.]
[Cute Old Geezer: Serie once suspected that it might have been the work of the Goddess.]
[Cute Old Geezer: That you were probably recalled by the Goddess and still had other duties to fulfill.]
[Cute Old Geezer: She even said that if she lived long enough, she might get to see you again.]
[Group Owner: Eh—? That magical?]
[Faerie Queen: Interesting. (Kekekeke)]
[Cute Old Geezer: Hehe… (evil grin)]
[Group Owner: How's Fern… doing?]
[Cute Old Geezer: Growing rounder by the day. She even dreamed of you last night.]
[Group Owner: Tell her to eat more vegetables and cut down on those overly sweet desserts.]
[Cute Old Geezer: O—kay—!]
…
Inside the hotel.
While Kane was idly chatting with group members, he heard the sound of the door opening.
Irisviel, carrying several big shopping bags, walked excitedly into the bedroom.
"Dear, you absolutely have to try this!"
"This is really delicious!"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and took a tin of cookies out of one of the shopping bags.
After clumsily opening the tin, she took the one right in the center and held it to Kane's lips.
"Ah—"
Kane opened his mouth and took a big bite out of the cookie in Irisviel's hand.
Crunch—!
The crisp sound echoed through the bedroom.
"Not bad."
The sweet flavor spread across his tongue, and Kane squinted his eyes in satisfaction.
"I'm so glad you like it."
"Here, let me feed you."
Hearing her lover's praise, Irisviel was as happy as a child.
Looking at the dazzlingly beautiful Irisviel, Kane once again firmed his resolve.
He had to save this pitiful woman and absolutely would not allow the tragedy to happen!
He needed help!
The group members in the chat were his greatest support!
…
Goddess Chat Group.
[Group Owner: Let's get back to business.]
[Group Owner: I want to research 'soul materialization'. What do you two think?]
[Faerie Queen: I'm willing to assist you and help you master new magic.]
[Faerie Queen: After all, you're my future husband.]
[Cute Old Geezer: Magic involving souls is a forbidden taboo.]
[Cute Old Geezer: If you really do this, Serie will definitely be angry.]
[Cute Old Geezer: She won't help you. She might even scold you.]
[Group Owner: That's why we're not bringing her in. The three of us are enough.]
[Cute Old Geezer: I see…]
[Cute Old Geezer: Sounds kind of interesting. Count me in.]
[Faerie Queen: I can provide experimental material. I've got as much as you need.]
[Group Owner: Listen to me: thank you. Because of you, all four seasons are warm.]
[Cute Old Geezer: That sounds pretty nice. Sing another one.]
[Group Owner: …]
[System: Cute Old Geezer has been muted for one hour.]
[System: Faerie Queen has been muted for one hour.]
…
At the same time…
Clock Tower.
A single message from the Old Man of Jewels made the entire Clock Tower explode into an uproar.
The legendary Magus Marshal, the Old Man of Jewels (Second Magician), had actually abandoned his status as a Magician.
His disciple, Anzai Kane, would inherit the title of Second Magician.
He would no longer participate in any incidents; all responsibilities and privileges would be handled in his disciple's stead.
At this moment…
Still immersed in a gentle sea of love, Kane probably could not have imagined, even in his dreams…
What kind of trouble the Old Man of Jewels' actions were about to bring down on him…
(End of Chapter)
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