Pastor's Tantra

"The cardinal's clothes have been sent."

Lily's voice came clearly from the door: "Would you like to try changing on first?"

"OK."

Aiwass agreed and stood up to open the door.

When the door opened, a familiar figure suddenly crashed into his arms like a small cannonball.

Isabel, wearing an elf-style skirt that made it easier to move around, jumped up lightly.

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She wrapped her hands around Aiwass's neck and jumped up with the power of a light jump, causing her toes to lift off the ground.

"Did you miss me?"

Isabel said with a smile, and the small white leather shoes slid down naturally after the jumping power was exhausted, and lightly stepped on Aiwass's instep.

But Aiwass didn't feel much weight from Isabel.

She tiptoed lightly, looking as cute as a fairy. Even though there are no wings visible from behind, it still seems to be able to rest on a blooming flower like this.

He stretched out his hand in surprise and subconsciously touched Isabel's cheek. But even so, he didn't feel any trace of the connection between the mask and his cheek.

Isabel did not avoid it, but instead pouted and moved her face closer to let Aiwass examine the details more carefully.

She joked: "If you can find traces with just a touch like this, then the Puppet Tantra is too useless."

Aiwass looked at Lily, who was quietly holding the cardinal's robe at the door, her presence so low that she was like a phantom of foam, and suddenly said: "Is this... Selene?"

"She was so restless that she ate half of the ham in the kitchen without me looking at her. The same goes for the sausages - the most hateful thing is that she only took one or two bites of each item. Not only could she not hold it down if it was stained with saliva, , and no one else can eat it.”

Lily's expression was serious, half admonishing and half complaining: "Why don't we let her be quiet for a while first."

Obviously, the separation between Lily and Selene is different from the pattern between Aiwass and Huantiansi. Their memories are interconnected.

In other words, Selene definitely knows these common sense of life and is not an innocent and ignorant child.

——She gnawed everything in the kitchen knowing this common sense. This behavior is also easy to understand, just like a child licking the ice cream he bought evenly in a circle to prevent his friends from taking a bite. She has eaten like this, so these things can only be left to her.

"Why don't you give the child more food?"

Isabel took two steps back and jumped lightly from Aiwass's feet.

She patted Aiwass's chest gently and complained softly: "I remember you said that the child called you daddy... You can't let the child go hungry."

This slap on the chest seemed like a small reproach.

But Aiwass knew that she was actually just curious about the true feel of the huge gem on her chest. Because in the dream world, it is just a shadow, and Isabel has not really come into contact with it.

——Yes, the two of them finally met again in my dream last night.

In addition to being happy, Aiwass and Isabel also shared what happened with each other.

Aiwass is quite pleased with Isabel's growth - now it seems that he doesn't have to worry about Avalon at all. Now fully awakened, Isabel is already a decent queen.

As political creatures, ministers are very sensitive.

They are as keen as small animals before an earthquake: they can sense any disturbance before others notice it. Speculating on the monarch is naturally also an important part - to put it simply, it means bullying the weak and fearing the strong. They were so aware of the monarch's attitude and determination that when Isabel became completely determined, her opinions would no longer encounter obstacles.

This is also the commonality of those who are extraordinary on the path of authoritarianism.

After all, the essence of the authoritarian path contains some traces of the transcendent path.

Aiwass encouraged Isabel and also learned about Isabel's progress in practicing the "Puppet Tantra". When he learned that Isabel was very confident, he invited Isabel to watch the Pope's succession ceremony.

This is a truly "once in a few hundred years" spectacle.

Although almost the entire Theocracy can see the "live broadcast". But the live broadcast is definitely different from the scene.

——For example, even if the Spring Festival Gala has become a one-on-one show, if you are lucky enough to be able to watch it live, it will still be very interesting and honorable.

Aiwass especially likes to join in this kind of fun, and is keen to bring people around him to join in the fun.

Sherlock made it clear that he did not intend to go see it. Because he plans to continue studying hard and delving into the tantra... This kind of excitement is a boring waste of time for him.

Isabel accepted Aiwass's invitation and "teleported" to the Theocracy through the mask previously sent through the church.

"I didn't give her less to eat..."

Aiwass shook his head, and for a moment he had the wonderful illusion that "his wife came home from a business trip and blamed herself for starving the child."

Seeing that Isabel continued to reach out, reaching under her collar to rub the huge emerald, Aiwass finally couldn't hold himself any longer and reached out to push her hand back.

"What's the matter," Isabel said reluctantly, "don't you try on some clothes?"

Since confirming her relationship with Aiwass, Isabel has become more bold and enthusiastic.

Aiwass just reminded: "But you are using Selene's body now...your consciousness and your mask have descended on the body of Selene's child. So is this considered you or Selene?" Woolen cloth?"

"Count me in, of course."

Isabel answered without hesitation.

Her eyes were shining like stars, without any wavering.

"...What if you make a mask for someone else, and then let that person come to your body? Does that count as another person different from you?"

"No, that's me too."

Isabel said with a smile, her narrowed eyes reminded her of a cunning kitten: "Whether it's my body or my consciousness - it's undoubtedly me. Because I am Isabel, the Queen of Avalon...because I am the one who controls these masks."

The awe-inspiring aura on her body surprised Aiwass.

Is this... the adaptability of the authoritarian path?

"Such a double standard?"

Aiwass asked jokingly.

And Isabel just hummed, and then she stuck to Aiwass again: "Hmm, do you like it?"

"like."

Looking at Isabel, who had become much more domineering after not seeing her for half a month, but was so attached to him, Aiwass unexpectedly felt a sense of pride.

——I brought this child out with my own hands!

"That's right. If it's your mask that's put on, or if I ask you to put on my mask... then it can be you."

Isabel whispered in Aiwass's ear: "You play me...or I play you."