「Fifteen minutes later.」

Having finally analyzed the two mechanical constructs and excitedly running back to report to Shiayar, Jayee looked at the silent and blind barrier formed of dark mosaics before her and fell into deep thought.

"Master, Mom, what are you doing in there?" Jayee knocked on the barrier. She could sense that Shiayar and Su Lun's presences were inside, yet she couldn't obtain any precise information.

Could it be that Dad and Mom fell into a trap and were captured by bad guys?

Jayee's gaze sharpened. The next moment, a pale golden Alchemy Matrix emerged at her fingertips. After analyzing those two constructs, Jayee's strength had suddenly leaped a tier and was now drastically different from before.

However, it was at this moment that the barrier, which appeared like a mosaic to an outsider, quietly opened.

"Mom and your Dad are just fighting," Su Lun said, patting Jayee's small head. The Dawn Saintess was dressed quite snugly, exuding an air of extreme propriety and meticulousness. The only exception was the faint blush that still lingered on her fair face.

"Fighting? Who is the enemy?" Jayee instantly became alert, and the Magic Power fluctuations surging from the Alchemy Matrix intensified.

But then, Shiayar also playfully ruffled her little head.

"There are no enemies. It's just me and your Mom Su Lun having a fight."

"But why would you and Mom fight, Master? According to the definition in my database… fighting is synonymous with battling, which only happens with enemies. But clearly, you and Mom are not enemies. Is there something different about this process of fighting?" Although Shiayar was affectionately petting her, Jayee still opened her eyes wide with curiosity as she asked.

The information in her database was shared by Shiayar. With Shiayar's current insights, Jayee's database was quite comprehensive, whether in mysticism, extraordinary knowledge, or basic learning, though notably lacking in certain areas.

"Master, I'm very curious."

Shiayar was at a loss for words. Originally, to instill a drive and quest for knowledge in his AI, he had maxed out Jayee's "curiosity" attribute, never expecting it to take effect in such a situation.

Shiayar picked up Jayee and took her into the Soul Pact Space.

"Little kids shouldn't pry into adult affairs."

Adult affairs... Does Master mean this information needs to be unlocked when I become an adult? The age of maturity for Humans is eighteen, but I wonder how old an AI has to be to be considered an adult.

Sent back to the Soul Pact Space, Jayee shook her head in confusion. But then, she noticed two fervent gazes directed at her from other parts of the Soul Pact Space.

The little white ferret looked at Jayee as if facing a formidable enemy, its expression solemn. "WHIMPER! WHIMPER! WHIMPER! Although the Su Lun stock has skyrocketed, we, the Ennie Faction, will not admit defeat!"

The little silver spirit was equally determined. "MEW! MEW! MEW~ Raise the banner high for Shia and Su!"

"MEW! MEW! MEW~ If true love had a color, it would surely be witch white!"

So that's how it is…

Jayee felt the tense atmosphere within the Soul Pact Space. With the wisdom of a super AI, she quickly decoded everything.

Playing the stock market, huh.

"HEH HEH HEH... You still come to me knowing I'm of the Su Lun faction?" Jayee spread her hands towards Silver and Crimson.

"Shia and Su rule supreme!"

「…」

Looking at the well-behaved and gentle black-haired girl standing prettily before him, Shiayar felt refreshed and clear-headed. There was no helping it; Su Lun was just too good. Despite not seeing each other for six years, every aspect of Su Lun's appearance perfectly hit Shiayar's sweet spot when they met again. Moreover, such a wicked woman had seduced him to this extent. She had to be punished by a partner of justice. To act would be beastly, but to refrain would be even less than a beast.

And when Shiayar actually started to "consume the meat," he discovered that Su Lun was a glass cannon—high attack but low defense. Despite being verbally strong and proactive, she was extremely sensitive once the real action began, her eyes alluringly soft, as if about to drip with water. One could say she was a master in theory but a novice in practice. The sight of her face blushing like a scalding hot apple, yet boldly accommodating Shiayar in all sorts of ways, perfectly satisfied his desire to conquer.

"Speaking of which, where did you learn all these little techniques…"

"Have you forgotten 'Brave Abin' that you wrote?" Su Lun gave Shiayar a glance and straightened her slightly disheveled long black hair.

"How did it feel just now?" She leaned in close to Shiayar's ear once more, whispering softly, "Everything that little Ennie can't do, I can do for you…"

Shiayar looked at Su Lun's chest, then recalled the soft, pillowy sensation from just before, nodding deeply in agreement. When he first met her, Su Lun's figure had been almost as thin and flat as Ennie's. But in a flash, six years had passed. Su Lun had blossomed into a graceful and well-developed figure, ample and alluring, while Ennie remained as flat as a steel plate, showing no signs of development. A lamentable, thick barrier now stood between the once-close best friends.

"Recently, because of the Borgia family matters, the Sacred Court has been a bit busy, so I can't stay away for long," Su Lun explained as she delicately adjusted Shiayar's collar. "Once things settle down with the Sacred Court, I'll come to the Empire Capital to see you again."

"Just don't let Ennie find out."

Shiayar felt the desire he had just quelled surge up a notch again. However, Su Lun's next few words quickly calmed him down.

"I'll give it a try." Shiayar took out a mirror and skillfully initiated Moon Reading on his reflection.

Since I entered the workshop, I have devoted myself entirely to signing the 5th Soul Pact and mastering the constructs.

Nothing happened between Su Lun and me. We behaved with mutual respect.

Although he had completed the self-hypnosis, Shiayar still wasn't very hopeful. There was no helping it; after all, Intuition-types were quite tricky to deceive, always able to spot discrepancies from the most unexpected angles. He had been caught red-handed several times before, leaving him with little confidence now—his little wife's ability to catch a cheater was truly first-rate.

"Just this, however, won't be enough to keep it from Ennie." Su Lun cast a glance at Shiayar. She took out an exquisite perfume bottle, applied the liquid evenly with her finger, and then gently wiped Shiayar's face, the cool touch of her fingertips trailing down to his neck.

"A girl's body will more or less have some perfume scent; it's necessary to use this special liquid to remove it.

"The reason you can't hide it from Ennie is that men mostly care about logic, while we women pay more attention to details."

As she spoke, her eyes moved slightly, and she plucked several long, dark hairs from Shiayar's collar.

"Although both are black, long hair and short hair are not the same.

"Of course, this can be explained away with many excuses, like they got there by accident... but so-called Intuition means that the slightest suspicion is enough to reach a conclusion, without needing one hundred percent certainty."

After doing all this, Su Lun finally took a step back and sized up Shiayar. She tapped her finger in the air, and as free metal particles spread, a small, delicate metal picture frame quietly emerged. In the frame was Shiayar as he had just entered the hall, waving to Su Lun—a snapshot she must have taken discreetly.

The Dawn Saintess carefully adjusted Shiayar's appearance to match the one in the frame.

"Compared to when you came in, your hair is a bit messier... Others might not care, but given how much attention Ennie pays to you, such a subtle difference would definitely be noticed.

"The wrinkles on the hem of your clothes are also different. Hmm, this should be about right now.

"And here at the pant leg, it wasn't turned outward when you came in."

Moments later, Su Lun nodded in satisfaction. "Alright, that should do it."

She smoothed her jet-black hair and was about to stand up, but Shiayar grabbed her hand.

"If you get tired, you can come back."

"It doesn't matter if you're not the Dawn Saintess. Our home in the Empire Capital will always have a place for you." This time, Shiayar's words held no jest.

Hearing Shiayar's words, Su Lun lowered her beautiful eyes, silent for a moment. After a few seconds, when she lifted her head again, her fair, pretty face once more wore her usual graceful smile.

"Shiayar, you really are greedy...

"You already have Ennie, yet you still want me to give up the lofty status and position of the Dawn Saintess to stay by your side like her?"

Shiayar didn't much mind Su Lun's somewhat teasing reply and instead looked deeply at the black-haired girl before him.

"In that case, give me two years."

"Within two years, I'll become Legendary, then go to the Sacred Court to bring you home."

Su Lun's figure trembled slightly. She bit her lip, avoiding Shiayar's gaze. "Although the Sacred Court doesn't forbid free romance, the criteria for selecting a companion for the Dawn Saintess are quite strict, you know…"

"It doesn't matter. They have no choice."

As soon as Shiayar finished speaking, Su Lun felt something heavy in her palm. She looked down to see an ancient-looking pocket watch lying quietly there.

"Press it."

Su Lun gently pressed the button on the watch.

CLICK.

With the press of the brass button, the ticking hour and minute hands of the vintage pocket watch froze.

"Keep it safe. Wear it even when you bathe," Shiayar's voice sounded by Su Lun's ear.

This was a life-saving item he had prepared for dealing with Guderian. But with Guderian's death and Shiayar's newly acquired undying body, this item had lost its significance for him.

The situation in the Empire Capital was relatively stable, with two powerhouses nearing Throne Level combat power in residence. Ennie was always by his side, and thanks to Shiayar's favoritism, she possessed numerous single-use protective items. Only Su Lun was in the theocratic kingdom, beyond Shiayar's direct protection.

Of course, as the Dawn Saintess, her standing in the Sacred Court was far beyond imagination. Never mind ordinary assassins; even a Legendary expert who dared to harbor murderous intent towards Su Lun would likely be dead within thirty seconds. Nevertheless, Shiayar naturally wouldn't entrust his girl's safety entirely to those charlatans at the Sacred Court.

Su Lun, after all, was the second big fish he had earmarked early on for his 'pond,' only slightly later than Ennie.

The black-haired girl stared at the old pocket watch in her hand. Then, she carefully took a necklace chain, threaded the watch onto it, and wore it around her swan-like, snowy neck.

She gently caressed the pocket watch.

After a long while, Su Lun smiled sweetly. "Is this the token of affection Student Shiayar is giving me?

"It may look a bit plain, but as the saying goes, 'A wife follows her husband'—since it's a gift from you, I'll cherish it."

As she spoke, she took Shiayar's hand and rose, heading toward the workshop door, leaving only her dark, silky hair trailing in the air.

"Right, Daddy?"