"Do not ask any questions about Yaxiu Heath."
Brushing his teeth, Igola stared at the Revelation written on the mirror, lost in thought.
He didn't have many doubts about this Revelation; he just found it terribly annoying—why was it him again?
Ever since meeting Yaxiu, nine out of ten Revelations Igola received had been related to that guy. The last one had advised Igola to settle down with Amy and have nine kids together—thinking back on it now, wouldn't being with Amy have averted the fate of ever crossing paths with Yaxiu in the first place?
From now on, whenever things went wrong, he would just blame Yaxiu...
Wait. Thinking carefully, how could a human with Veela blood like him have nine kids with a Moon Shadow?
Though Amy was indeed adorable aside from being neurotic—with a perky butt, soft chest, slender waist, and a big tail and wolf ears that felt great to stroke—Blood Saints and Moon Shadows had no reproductive cells at all. They were completely unable to participate in reproductive matching from the start, which meant Amy couldn't possibly give birth no matter what...
Wait, so did that Revelation mean... I should be the one to give birth?
With the Blood Moon Country's biological modification technology, it wasn't completely impossible... No, wait, he had almost been led astray! Why the hell would he want to have kids? It wasn't as if he lacked fertility subsidies...
Having finished freshening up, Igola opened the curtains and was nearly blinded by the blast of sunlight hitting his face.
It was hard to imagine that in such a grand, two-tiered city, sunlight wasn't blocked at all. Igola had noticed last night that the city's architectural layout resembled a blooming flower—the closer a building was to the central lake, the lower it was, and the closer to the city's perimeter, the taller it reached.
It hadn't been obvious at night, but by day, as sunlight streamed into the central lake and was aided by various reflective installations, the rays blossomed like flower petals, diffusing into every corner of the city. Seen from above, the entire metropolis was bathed in brilliant light, brisk self-driving vehicles wove along the roads, and smartly dressed citizens walked beneath the sun as if strolling above the clouds.
Even though he had been abducted and sold to the Four Pillar Cult on his very first day here, seeing such a sight made it difficult to harbor any distaste for this country. Compared to the Gospel Country, the Blood Moon Country was truly far too gloomy.
Still, Igola didn't conclude from this that Gospel was better than Blood Moon. If one only looked at the Upper District and Administrative District of Kaimeng City, one would also think it was a wonderful world where people were polite and elegant, and the air was filled with milk and honey.
Besides, just as Yaxiu had said: if this place were truly as wondrous as paradise, would the cultists of the Four Pillar Cult have gathered in an underground hall to play live-action prank shows just because they had nothing better to do?
The more blinding the light, the deeper the shadows. An abundance of material wealth could not solve everything. No one starved to death in the Blood Moon Country either, yet once survival was secured, a person would naturally and subconsciously seek more, acquire more, and possess more—be it a sense of superiority, security, or pleasure.
All races were like this: the lowliest goblin dreamed of ruling the world, and even the most conservative elf secretly yearned to watch things burn.
That was why the mind faction was the most formidable sorcery faction of this era.
Igola stepped into the living room and found Harvey and Lisi already having breakfast, with Banjie attending to them at the side. The meal consisted of jam-spread bread, vegetable salad, coffee with milk, and custard Lalafell. Aside from eating a high-calorie food like Lalafell first thing in the morning, it wasn't much different from Blood Moon.
"Where is Miss Annan?"
"She went to social engagements," Banjie replied with a faint smile. The young butler's graceful charm stirred a slight flutter in Igola's heart. "If you need anything, please feel free to tell me."
Igola steadied his emotions and glanced toward the door at the end of the hallway. "Where's Yaxiu?"
"Still hasn't gotten up." Harvey sprinkled a generous amount of pungent chili powder onto his bread and took a bite. "Why don't you wake him up?"
"Why should I be the one to go?" Igola looked at the little girl with the single ponytail. "Lisi, go wake up that fellow who's going to become your servant in 101 days."
"He's not a servant," Lisi said earnestly. "He's Lisi's papa!"
"I get it. You come from a country where people call servants 'papa', right?" Igola waved his hand dismissively. "Hurry up and go... Hey, wait. Come to think of it, we're not in Shattered Lake anymore..."
Since they were no longer in Shattered Lake Prison, some of his "little tricks" for daily interaction could finally be put to use.
Soon enough, Igola fetched a bucket of water and crouched beside Lisi, gesturing for her to knock on the door and call out.
"Papa, breakfast is ready!"
"Papa, the sun is so nice today, come out and play with Lisi!"
"Papa, Aunt Bojin is snorting Lalafell up her nose!"
"Seriously?" Yaxiu yanked the door open.
*Now!*
Igola splashed the "Water of Mischief" in his hands forward. It was a liquid empowered by his miracle, effective whether consumed or applied externally, but it worked best when splashed across the face.
A target caught by it would instantly feel immense fury. However, upon laying eyes on a beautiful person, that fury would transform into an equal amount of affection, showered upon the beauty; but if the first person they saw was ugly, the anger would escalate directly into intense murderous intent.
Hence, this miracle was also known as "First Sight," one of Igola's few mind miracles. Paired with his natural beauty, it could instantly max out the target's affection toward him, placing them completely in the palm of his hand.
In the past, he would cast it on people's drinks, but there was no need for such polite subtlety with Yaxiu—drenching the bastard straight on would yield the best results!
*Smack!*
*Clang!*
The bucket was knocked flying into the air, hitting the ceiling before crashing down.
Yaxiu held his counterattack stance, looking at the soaked Igola and Lisi in confusion. "What are you two doing?"
Yaxiu hadn't even registered what was happening, but when Igola attacked from outside his line of sight, his "Feral Intuition" had automatically countered.
The two instinctively glanced at Yaxiu. Then Lisi looked up at Igola, wearing a disdainful expression that said, *How could you be even more of a noob than my papa?*, stomped hard on Yaxiu's foot, whined a couple of times, and went back to her room to change clothes.
Igola quickly used a sorcery spirit to calm his mind and checked whether his affection for Yaxiu had changed. *Hmm, seeing his wretched look makes me want to stomp on his foot too, which means it triggered the 'huge drop in affection' option, so there's practically no net change.*
So Igola stomped on Yaxiu's foot as well, let out a cold snort, and went back to his room to change.
Only then did he suddenly remember the Revelation he had received earlier—it was precisely because he had asked about Yaxiu that the sudden urge to use "Water of Mischief" had struck him, leading to Yaxiu countering him and leaving him in such a pathetic state.
Damn it, it was all Yaxiu's fault!
Yaxiu remained thoroughly bewildered. *Did neither of you have breakfast? Those stomps were completely limp. When Freya ambushed me in bed that night, she stepped down way harder than that.*
Chapter 199