The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　It has a living room, a bedroom, a study, and even a bathtub.

　The bath was very large, and the mermaid-shaped water spout installed on the side of the pool was impressive.

　The living room even has a projection TV connected to the central stage, where you can watch the dungeon battles.

　If you don't want to watch the dungeon battles, you can also choose to play music, with melodies specially designed for nighttime playback.

　Ollie turned on the music and went into the study.

　The study is also very large, with aromatherapy diffusers and shelves covering an entire wall displaying various items such as drawing boards, art supplies, a violin, a drum set, and so on.

　The room's soundproofing relies on a barrier, so even playing drums indoors won't disturb others.

　After checking the study, Ollie went into the bedroom. It had a double bed.

　She nodded, opened the wardrobe, and checked the spare clothes hanging inside.

　There are pajamas, one set for men and one set for women.

　It seems the twelve gods were very well prepared.

　Ollie took out the pajamas, spread them on the bed and looked at them. She found that the pajamas could automatically adjust their size according to the wearer's body shape, but it required injecting a certain amount of magic.

　She casually adjusted the men's pajamas to fit Dak's size, then picked them up and headed towards the bathtub.

　I heard that the young master had a long and arduous journey, driving for 48 hours straight to reach the snowy mountains of the North and deliver the invitation to His Excellency the Duke. He must be exhausted after dealing with the tea party tonight.

　She recently took some time to learn a light-based massage technique that can effectively relieve fatigue, so she'll give it a try.

　"Crash."

　Dak lay in bed, exhausted, but sleepiness kept creeping in.

　The room was very quiet at night, and the black velvet curtains blocked out all light sources.

　The subtle fragrance that permeates the room changes its effect according to the resident's wishes.

　He fell asleep almost the moment his back touched the bed.

　...

　But Ollie didn't sleep.

　She folded the blankets down slightly around the young master's shoulders to fill the gaps. Then she sat quietly on the chair by the bed, looking at his sleeping face with his eyes closed in the darkness, but her mind became increasingly alert.

　The events of the night had been quite exhausting for her. But the fragrance that filled the bedroom seemed to have a refreshing effect on her.

　She recalled Apollo's persuasion that night, and a slight blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

　As the head maid of "Aries Palace" and the young master's personal maid, she shouldn't have had such thoughts, but...

　“But the Duke said she’ll stand by me!” Ollie bit her lip slightly and suddenly leaned down towards Dark’s cheek. However, when the two were close enough to hear each other’s breaths, she suddenly stopped and bit her lip even tighter.

　Apollo said that as long as she agreed to become the "chosen one" of the sleeve, he would, as the chief god, propose marriage to the Dimon family on her behalf!

　The term "marriage proposal" generally refers to the man taking the initiative to ask the woman for permission to marry him.

　But if the balance of power shifts, and she transforms from a maid in the Duke's household into the "Chosen One" of Apollo, the "God of Light," then it's entirely her initiative to propose to the man—what harm could there be?

　Apollo even said that he would prepare a ceremonial sword for her and, after their success, officiate their wedding in the heavens!

　In the heavens, to have Apollo, one of the twelve Phoebus gods and the "god of light," preside over a wedding—what an honor, what an incredible feat! Only a god as...idle as Apollo would do such a thing.

　Ollie knew this might be her only chance in her life. So even with her strong will, she couldn't bring herself to refuse immediately. The gods truly lived up to their name; they were terrifying.

　He saw through her deepest feelings so easily.

　Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, pure and white.

　Apollo stood in a corner of the studio, not shying away from being with others, and began painting right there.

　As time went by, the paint on the paper gradually spread out, without any specific shape, but at first glance, it seemed as if a picture had appeared.

　It was nighttime, and the boy and girl were leaning against their bedroom bed. Apollo is the "god of prophecy".

　However, the sacred object used by the robe for "prophecy," the "triangular cauldron," has been lost for a long time.

　Aphrodite's camp residence.

　Pandora Doragon sat half-reclined on a rose-covered bed, her nimble fingers weaving the fabric placed at the head of the bed.

　She was killing time and calming her mind.

　As graduation approaches, Pandora feels increasingly lost.

　It wasn't that she was confused about the future; she had a clear and definite plan. It was just that she couldn't grasp the uncertainty of the future and always felt a lack of support in her heart.

　Suddenly, she looked up, exhaled into the void, and then reached out and took out the "Lover" card from the card holder on the bedside table.

　Looking at the upright "Lovers" card, she couldn't help but think of the reversed "Lovers" card. Her emotions surged for a moment, her cheeks puffed out, but she calmed down after a while.

　"Alright, that's how it is."

　Pandora tossed the "Lovers" card back into her card holder, wondering if she should be more proactive.

　She then placed the fabric she was holding back on the bedside table, preparing to go to sleep. But as soon as she closed her eyes, a smiling face appeared "before her".

　It wasn't the boy she longed for, but... Aphrodite!

　"Tsk!"

　Pandora, with a wicked sneer, swept away the lingering shadow of the "God of Love".

　The first night of the tea party quietly passed by amidst the restless emotions of countless people.

　The following day, people woke up one after another in their beds, washed up and changed clothes, and went to the restaurant for a meal.

　The twelve gods did not stipulate the time arrangement for the tea party within a day, nor did they restrict them from attending the event on the second and third days.

　However, most of the attendees kept to the schedule, trying not to linger too long at their accommodations, and rushed to their respective camps' meeting venues after breakfast.

　Although none of the twelve gods were present.

　Because he went to bed late, it was almost noon when Dak left his residence.

　He felt strange when he first woke up, but soon discovered that the incense in the room had a hypnotic effect.

　Moreover, this passive "hypnosis" does not trigger an increase in "laziness".

　Unfortunately, once you turn passivity into initiative, laziness increases dramatically; otherwise, you could really just go to sleep.

　Ollie woke up earlier than him, and by the time he did, the red core was already showing. The two then went to a restaurant for lunch, just for the occasion.

　He then left his residence and headed to the venue.

　They arrived at the venue rather late; Apollo's venue was already filled with singing and dancing.

　But unlike when I left last night, there were many more unnamed works in the venue.

　Apollo was not present.

　But the artists had gotten to know each other after last night's "cultural performance," and they seemed to have endless things to talk about and endless dramas to perform, making the two on this side feel like they were being deliberately isolated.

　Dak sat down in his usual spot and carefully observed the changes around him.

　After a while.

　Pandora and Kalista, the senior students, have also arrived.

　The four of them started chatting again across the flower wall.

　Dark keenly sensed that Pandora's attitude towards him had undergone a subtle change.

　For example, she would occasionally get up and bend down to pick the petals that had fallen on his head, instead of pointing at them from across the flower wall and giggling over her hand.

　For example, he became more concerned about his life and research, and he would always ask about things that he had not paid attention to before.

　His relationship with his senior classmate progressed smoothly without any major setbacks or incidents. It was always a natural and effortless process.

　He also enjoyed that feeling, and felt quite comfortable that his senior didn't pry too much into his daily research.

　Because he does indeed harbor secrets about unreliable people. And it's impossible to get too close to him.

　That subtle, restrained tenderness was exactly what he cherished. But…

　This feeling is pretty good!

　Dak tried his best to suppress his heart pounding.

　Understanding and mastering "bliss" is always effective.

　At least the [Bliss +1] did not appear at an inopportune time.

　Thinking of the divination results from yesterday regarding his pursuit of knowledge, he then elaborated on some of his research and frankly sought his senior's opinion.

　As the saying goes, "everyone has their own expertise," and Pandora's overall knowledge is certainly not as good as Professor Cazell's and Professor Steven Harvey's.

　But she also has her own strengths.

　Dak asked questions carefully and gained some insights.

　Then, as they were talking, Pandora suddenly began to reveal to him the exact coordinates of the location of the corpse of Nighogg, the "Dragon of Despair".

　Dark suddenly realized something was wrong.

　He finally realized that the senior student was trying to win him over.

　"Reversed "Lover"..."

　The image of that tarot card immediately flashed into Dark's mind, and he felt displeased with Athena's actions.

　The relationship between the two has not been fractured, but unsettling factors have emerged.

　And all of this originated from Athena's divination.

　—Athena may not know how to use tarot cards, but she can make her prophecies come true through the act of divination!

　She acts with ease, manipulating people's hearts. This is the "Goddess of Wisdom".

　Dark took a light breath and immediately began to show his "enthusiasm" to dispel the senior's unease.

　At the same time, he suddenly realized...

Chapter 1674 Darkdemon and the Second Type of Chosen Ones (3/3)

　What I've been doing lately hasn't contributed to the continuation of this relationship.

　They should have been in the honeymoon phase, instead of fast-forwarding directly to the "respectful and courteous" relationship after marriage.

　But doesn't he want to be "in a passionate relationship"? It's just that he doesn't have the conditions! [Anger +1]

　"Gan!"

　"Wait, you've established a teacher-student relationship with Aphrodite."

　Suddenly, Darke opened his eyes wide as if he had misheard and asked.

　But what he saw was Pandora's slight nod.

　"What can Chi teach you?" Dark asked instinctively.

　Pandora tilted her head, looking rather cute: "Perhaps it's about how to capture love."

　Dark chuckled: "But I've already been captured by you."

　Pandora tilted her head slightly to look at Ollie, who was brewing and pouring tea, and said in a slightly somber tone, "Perhaps."

　In the past, Ollie would have completely ignored her subtle and cryptic behavior.

　But this time, she subconsciously raised an eyebrow... However, when she tried to meet his gaze, she turned her eyes away.

　She knew that doing that suddenly at this moment would only put the young master in a difficult position, putting him in a dilemma.

　She didn't want to possess the young master; she just wanted to reserve a place for herself next to him.

　So she ultimately chose to back down.

　however.

　Even though they didn't actually have a conflict, in Dark's eyes it was a clear-cut clash of volcanoes.

　Because his ability to perceive emotions is now permanently passive.

　"Reversed "Lover"..."

　Athena's face flashed through Dark's mind once more. He suddenly felt an urge to punch that face hard.