At the same time, my wife is myself.

Qianyuan stroked her cheek, then her slender neck, delicate collarbone, and her snow-white skin, which felt wonderful to the touch.

Angelica, with her expressionless face, is like a large blonde doll, and playing with her has a unique charm.

This reminded Qianyuan of General Thunder, a rather difficult puppet with an extremely strong will. She wondered if the puppet in front of her would be easy to handle.

He held Angelica in his arms and played with her, exploring her with even more care than when he confiscated her class cards.

Soon, beautiful sounds came from Angelica's throat, and the unfamiliar feeling she had never experienced before made her feel strange.

"I see, I understand completely now."

Seeing Angelica's change, Chiyuki realized, "Although you've lost your emotions, your physical senses haven't been affected. Oh dear, I wonder if you, who have lost your emotions, will still crave this pleasure?"

While Qianyuan was studying this problem, his door was quietly pushed open.

Please take one day of sick leave.

I caught a cold and feel very dizzy, so I'm taking a day off. I'll try to write more tomorrow. The temperature here suddenly rose, but the minimum temperature is still quite low. I changed my clothes too early. Some of my colleagues also have colds. One of them even vomited several times this morning. I don't know if I caught it or just got chilled.

Everyone should take care of their health. It's easy to catch a cold or get the flu during seasonal changes. Sigh, I feel like my health is declining. The flu symptoms have been more severe in recent years than before.

Chapter 103 Ilya Can Be My Mother (4k)

Morgan leaned against the doorway, her long silver hair cascading down like a frozen galaxy, the ends reaching her waist. Under the light, it gleamed with a cold luster, while the top of the black crown, symbolizing the Queen of the Fairy Kingdom, glowed with a faint blue light.

Compared to her imposing queenly aura, her posture exuded a languid charm. The hem of her robe flowed like water, outlining her slightly tilted waistline. Beneath the thin gauze, her snow-white abdomen and her small, adorable belly button were clearly visible.

Her icy blue eyes watched with a smile as Qianyuan played with Angelica.

"Woo——"

Angelica let out a mournful cry, feeling a fire burning in her lower abdomen.

Seeing Morgan push the door open and enter, Qianyuan didn't stop her exploration. Instead, she asked, "Is there something you need?"

“I’m very interested in their substitution magic.”

Morgan said, "Although I also know how to use displacement magic, it's just a low-level, insignificant magic. The Eindsworth family has developed this magic to an unbelievable degree, even able to displacement space and mental consciousness."

"Most importantly, this is not an isolated case that is difficult to replicate, but a magic trick passed down through the family line."

Not only Darius, the progenitor of the family line, but also Julian, who was possessed by him, and Angelica, who is being explored at the fingertips of Chien, can all unleash the power of displacement magic.

Chiyori and Miyu were brought over from Illya's world by Angelica using displacement magic.

This is completely different from the much-hyped projection magic. Projection magic can only unleash its full power in the hands of Shirou Emiya, and can be described as a variant of the manifestation of fantasy.

For other people to achieve the same level of projection magic as Shirou Emiya, the simplest way is to obtain Archer's Spirit Origin, and the second best way is to create a Mystic Code based on Shirou Emiya...

Qian Yuan tightened his fingers slightly, and Angelica's voice immediately became melodious. He said:

"Did you hear that? As a puppet I've captured, you should obediently follow my orders and teach her your substitution magic."

Angelica said haltingly, "Is this how... we teach? Shouldn't we stop?"

"No need."

Morgan smiled and said, "I think this is fine."

She sat down next to Qianyuan, her firm, full thighs pressed against his, a light fragrance lingering in the air.

Morgan said, "Miss Angelica, please teach me the substitution magic in this manner."

Having lost more than 90% of her emotions, the doll felt a long-lost sense of helplessness and shame. It was only under these circumstances that she could explain the substitution magic to Morgan.

The sound of magic instruction filled the room, but the sound was sometimes low and sometimes high, mixed with noises that were hard to tell whether they were from pain or pleasure, and the lecture was interrupted from time to time.

Angelica grabbed Chiyuki's hand, her body tense, her mind blank. For a doll, this was too stimulating.

At that moment, Qianyuan felt a small, icy hand touch his thigh and then move upwards.

He looked up at Morgan, who returned a mysterious smile.

He was always the one touching others like this, and Qianyuan never thought she would have such a day herself. She felt that Morgan was going against the natural order.

So he used one hand to launch a counterattack against Morgan.

Having gotten a breather, Angelica felt half the pressure and was able to explain the key points of the substitution magic more clearly.

After Ilya and Miyu finished preparing dinner, Chloe stormed into the bedroom:

"The humidity in the bedroom feels very high."

She uttered something cryptic, then poked Angelica, whose eyes were vacant:

"Is this all there is to a doll that has lost its emotions? It doesn't seem to have as much resistance as an ordinary person. This is just a warm-up, isn't it?"

Morgan wiped his mouth elegantly: "Perhaps it's because of my thin emotions that I can't adapt to overly intense stimulation. By the way, I've already had dinner, so you don't need to prepare my portion."

"You should have said that before cooking. Dinner is already ready."

Chloe retorted angrily, "You were busy sneaking bites while we were cooking, weren't you? You little sly cat!"

"It's not stealing, it's perfectly legitimate. Would you like to try it?"

Morgan didn't think anything was wrong. After six thousand years of experience, few things could make her lose her composure. She did everything with ease, and even before, she was as elegant as if she were savoring dessert.

"It will definitely be discovered now."

Chloe clenched her little fist. "I'll come back for a midnight snack after Ilya falls asleep tonight!"

Qianyuan welcomed this: "Remember to put on some chocolate, I'll have an extra meal tonight too."

Morgan's nimble, delicate feet caressed Qianyuan's calves:

"Do you need me to bring you some late-night snacks too?"

"Of course."

Qianyuan stroked her chin and said, "I'd like to try some Morgan-flavored liquor. Can you bring it over tonight?"

Morgan gave a knowing smile: "I'll try my best."

The group went to eat, and Ilya volunteered, "I couldn't find her. I wandered around outside but couldn't find Gaia. I don't know if it's because of the wrong time."

"It's also possible that they're simply avoiding you."

Morgan has learned the entire plan from Qian Yuan.

"As a suppressive force of the planet, you will not be able to find her unless she appears in front of you on her own initiative."

A keen interest shone in her eyes: "It's really exciting. I've never seen such self-initiated restraint before. I thought they would cultivate agents to achieve their own goals."

"Other worlds should be like this, but this world isn't; maybe they're all dead."

Qianyuan said, "However, I only learned from this world that each parallel world has its own corresponding restraining force. I thought that all the parallel worlds shared two restraining forces. That really made me lose all my sophistication."

The Throne of Heroes can traverse different world lines; could it be that all the Counter Forces combined to create it? Considering that in the Seventh Singularity, Ishtar's Noble Phantasm, "Bull of Heaven," was used by her counterpart in another world, she couldn't summon it and thought it was lost.

Qianyuan felt that the code for the Throne of Heroes was a bit outrageous. Could it be that there was only one copy of something good, and it couldn't be copied?

"Most importantly, where is Alaya? Please save her! Gaia doesn't care because only humanity will perish, and the world can continue to exist. Why isn't Alaya doing anything either? Is the Throne of Heroes just for show?"

"We can't just be dead, right? We're all about going all out on weekdays, but when things really get tough, we just go all out, right?"

Morgan laughed and said, "Don't think the suppressive force is too strong. Look at my Lostbelt, even Alaya didn't have much of an effect."

It's true, when extraterrestrial civilizations came, they wiped out all the surface humans, and Alaya didn't utter a sound, dying along with all of humanity.

Don't say things like that the era was too early and we weren't prepared. Timelines have no value to the Counter Force; the Throne of Heroes transcends timelines.

Beatrice listened to Chiyuki's complaints but couldn't understand what he was saying at all. She was just an ordinary student and not a member of the magic family. She was resurrected by Julian after her death and that's how she obtained her class card and became Julian's subordinate.

I don't know anything about Gaia, Alaya, or the like.

She glanced at the others at the table and noticed they all understood, so she quietly asked Angelica, "Do you understand?"

Angelica nodded. The Eindsworth family had a very long history, so it was impossible for them not to know this.

What's going on? It feels like I'm the only one who's failing.

Bier Cuisi was drenched in sweat.

She looked down, trying to find a replacement, when she unexpectedly discovered half a Chinese character under Angelica's skirt.

"what is that?"

Angelica lifted her thigh to show her, revealing three tally marks on her inner thigh, the pure black marker standing out vividly against her porcelain-white skin: "This was written by my master on my leg."

She wasn't embarrassed at all; having lost ninety percent of her emotions, Angelica, who was like a doll, didn't care at all.

Ilya looked at Chiyori with a subtle expression: "As expected of you."

Miyu was a little shy, glancing at Angelica and then at Chiyuki, her face burning.

Beatrice's brain went blank. She hadn't expected Angelica to say that in public. How could a pure young girl like her withstand such treatment?

She pointed at Qianyuan: "You, you, you..."

Qian Yuan said with a half-smile, "What, you want me to add a few strokes too?"

No!

Beatrice fainted from fright.

"Really."

Ilya patted Beatrice's head. "Don't scare her if you don't have anything to do. What if you scare her and make her sick?"

"I didn't expect her to be so easily frightened."

He nuzzled Ilya's belly, "Although Ilya is small, her tone just now was very maternal. Ilya is someone who can be my mother!"

"Don't say such strange things."

Ilya patted Chiyuki's head, but he kept nuzzling against her and then moved towards her lower abdomen. Ilya pushed him away and whispered:

"There are still so many people."

Chloe sat on Chiyuki's waist: "Hehe, you call Ilya Mom, and I'll call you Dad. That way, you'll have elderly parents and young children, and you'll be someone who can barely put together a complete family."

"no!"

Ilya's ruby-like eyes were filled with resistance, and her small fists clenched tightly around the hem of her skirt. "Then wouldn't I become a grandmother? That's too old."

She puffed out her cheeks in a huff, her silvery-white hair swaying gently with her head shaking, like snowflakes tousled by the wind.

"I'm a magical girl forever! I don't want to become that kind of old-fashioned character!"

Miyu's pupils constricted, and she froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning. Countless images flashed through her mind in an instant, and her heart was in turmoil:

"Ilya and the others...do they really have such wild side in private?"

Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the hem of her dress, and a look of shock and confusion, which she could not hide, appeared on her face. Her complicated gaze couldn't help but glance at Ilya's skirt.

Beneath that beautiful dress, are there hidden messages?

However, before she could even speak, Ilya had already keenly sensed her thoughts.

“Miyu, it’s not like that…” Ilya hurriedly waved her hand, her cheeks slightly flushed, her voice carrying a hint of panic and helplessness.

Her eyes held an urgent urgency, as if she knew she'd misunderstood. She tried to explain but didn't know where to begin. She opened her mouth, but could only sigh and mutter softly, "It's really not what you think..."

Her explanation was somewhat weak, because Qianyuan's head rubbed against him again, and Chloe rubbed against him as well.

Hehehe, Ilya is so small, smells so good, and is so cute.

That evening, Morgan returned to Chiyuki's room, where he was working on a complex magic trick on Angelica.

Her smooth, unclothed skin was covered with countless dark blue magic marks.

She peered inside and identified the functions: "Slavery, laws, seals, domination... they're all restrictions on her abilities. Isn't she supposed to be immune to resistance? Why add so many?"

There was another question she didn't ask: if they really wanted to cause trouble, why not just turn this body into a doll or erase its soul and make it into a human figurine?

"I just wanted to try something new, and these are necessary safety measures."

Qianyuan said, "As you know, she has lost her emotions. Although she is interesting as a doll, she is too vulnerable to external stimuli and can be easily broken, which would be pointless."