NOVEL NEXT Chapter 463: We need to report this!
The Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls were incredibly precious, especially if stored properly and not subjected to severe damage. In fact, it wasn't impossible for them to last tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years.
However, writing on these scrolls required a significant amount of spiritual energy. And when it came to writing wedding invitations for Goddess Sylvia, it demanded even more care and attention.
"Ugh, I'm exhausted…"
After finishing over ten invitations on the Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls, Holy Maiden Aeliana felt a wave of fatigue wash over her.
But still…
"I can't believe Sylvia's actually decided to go through with the wedding."
Her pen hovered in mid-air, and her gaze froze for a moment.
As Sylvia's closest confidante for the past century, Aeliana knew her better than anyone. Despite Sylvia's usual cold and aloof demeanor, and her occasional teasing, Aeliana understood the true nature of the goddess that the world revered.
Sure, those two were always flaunting their love, making everyone around them envious. But to think that Sylvia had truly found her own happiness—and was so resolute about it, without a hint of hesitation—it was almost too sweet to handle. Yet, Aeliana couldn't help but feel a warm rush of joy for her friend. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire
She had once thought this day would never come, but now, she was actually going to witness it with her own eyes.
As Sylvia's one and only closest confidante, no matter how tired she was today, she was determined to finish the task!
A soft, warm smile appeared on Aeliana's lips. Suddenly, the fatigue in her hand seemed to vanish, replaced by a newfound determination she hadn't felt before.
Sylvia, don't worry. These invitations? Leave them to me!
A brilliant golden light shimmered at the tip of her pen, and as spiritual energy flowed through it, Aeliana's writing speed noticeably increased. One by one, the invitations on the Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls were completed at an astonishing pace. The esteemed Holy Maiden Aeliana was hard at work, diligently and without complaint.
"Wow, you're really fast! Damn it, I need to pick up the pace if I want to taste the human wedding feast. I'm sitting at the kids' table!"
Seeing Aeliana working so hard, Azura was visibly startled. Her little tail perked up with determination, and she too sped up her writing.
With the power of her Ancestral Dragon bloodline, the characters she wrote on the scrolls seemed to flow with a unique spiritual energy, making the Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls even more radiant.
Before long, Aeliana and Azura found themselves in a sort of competition, their speeds increasing with every scroll. After finishing each one, they'd glance at each other, as if trying to outdo the other.
"Damn it, no wonder she's the Holy Maiden. I didn't think she could be this fast!"
"Hmph, not bad for a little dragon. Writing on these scrolls isn't as easy as it looks, but you're keeping up with me."
"Of course! And I've got more tricks up my sleeve! Watch this—Dragon King's Triple Pen Technique!"
As Azura spoke, not only did she hold a pen in each hand, but the tip of her dragon tail—covered in scales as sharp as a fountain pen—was also dipped in ink.
"No way! You can use your tail as a pen? And it's even better than handwriting! That's totally cheating! Why are you trying so hard? Is the kids' table food really that good?!"
Aeliana hadn't expected Azura to pull such a move. She panicked, realizing she couldn't afford to slack off, and hurriedly sped up her own writing.
"Scratch, scratch, scratch."
For a while, the entire Sky Sanctuary was silent, with only the faint sound of writing echoing through the space. The completed Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls piled up like small mountains beside them.
Time passed slowly, and it was hard to tell how many hours had gone by. Before they knew it, the sun had set, and the sky was filled with stars.
Finally, Azura ran out of energy. She let out a long sigh and stretched her small body.
"Phew, I'm exhausted. I've written at least 300 invitations."
She rubbed her dragon tail, which had become a bit red from all the writing.
"Ugh, same here. Competing with a little dragon who even uses her tail is no joke. My hand's about to go numb…"
For practitioners like them, normal physical tasks were usually no big deal. But after writing on Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls for an entire day, both Azura and Holy Maiden Aeliana were clearly worn out.
Still, at this pace, they'd probably finish by sunrise. And besides, the goddess was supposed to be working alongside them…
"Wait, where's the goddess?"
It was only then that the two realized something was off. When they had started writing the wedding invitations, Sylvia had been right there with them, making them think she was in it for the long haul too. But now, it was clear that Sylvia had written far fewer invitations than the two of them.
That's strange. Sylvia's mastery of swordsmanship far surpasses ours. She should be able to write on the Golden Silk Bamboo Scrolls much faster than us. Why is she so slow? Aeliana thought, puzzled.
After all, she knew Sylvia well enough to know that the goddess wasn't the type to slack off. So why was she lagging behind this time?
Just then, Aeliana and Azura glanced toward a distant corner of the Sky Sanctuary and finally noticed something. At some point, Sylvia had moved to a rocking chair—who knew where she'd gotten it from—and was now sitting there, completely relaxed.
Beside her, Timothy approached and gently draped a coat over her shoulders.
"You've been up so late. Your hands must be tired," he said softly.
The evening breeze was cool, and Timothy took Sylvia's hand, bringing it to his lips and blowing warm air over it.
The gentle warmth spread over her right hand, making her feel incredibly comfortable. But Sylvia couldn't help but murmur softly, with a hint of complaint, "It's not like I'm that tired…
First, you worry I'll catch a chill and make me change into something warmer. Then you bring me hot chamomile tea, saying it's good for my health. I've barely written any invitations at all."
"Now that you mention it, that's true…" Timothy chuckled, realizing it himself. "But I'm just worried about you, my love. What if you overwork yourself and aren't at your best on the wedding day?"
"If I'm not at my best, does that mean you won't marry me?" Sylvia teased, her voice soft but playful.
"Of course not. Even if you shrank down to the size of a ghost from the Netherworld, I'd still marry you. I just want the goddess at our wedding to be the most beautiful being in the world."
"Hmm~"
Sylvia hadn't expected Timothy's response to be so flawless. Under the moonlight, she found herself at a loss for words. Flustered, she turned her head slightly and pulled the coat tighter around her shoulders, trying to hide her blushing face.
But the familiar scent of Timothy's coat only made her cheeks flush even more. In the moonlight, her cool, ethereal beauty took on a new, delicate charm.
"No wonder the goddess has been so slow today. She's been secretly showing off her love all day behind our backs! (ó﹏ò.)"
Finally understanding why Sylvia's productivity had been so low, Aeliana and Azura suddenly felt like their empty stomachs were completely stuffed with sweetness.
We need to report this! The goddess has been slacking off and showing off her love instead of working!