Chloe swirled the strong wine in his hand, leisurely drinking in the night conjured by the Fantasy Power.

The sun and moon intertwined, stars shifted, and the horizon in the distance subtly revealed the morning light.

He felt as if he were drunk, looking toward the direction of the glowing sky.

He saw Rephya dancing in the light, her beauty seeming otherworldly.

Aware, perhaps, of the searching gaze, Rephya turned her head to look at him.

Lying on the ground like a drunkard, he beckoned to Rephya, who walked toward him.

The silhouette of a person stretched long in the dawn light, reminiscent of Michelangelo's painting, the Creation of Adam.

Rephya approached and snatched the wine bottle from Chloe's hand:

"I thought the future hero whom my brother protected with his life wouldn't indulge in drinking."

Chloe chuckled, snatched back the bottle, and poured her a glass with lingering intent. Then he drank from the bottle and said:

"I hate fighting, but I also know that the weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons.

Yet sometimes, as old friends leave one by one, this wine becomes tasteless."

Rephya slowly raised her head.

"If you want to get drunk, I can help you." She took out a jade bottle and said, "This is Divine Wine brought by an elf from the Wine God, which I found by chance on an adventure. Just a drop can give a demigod a hangover."

Her clean eyes were full of calm and solemnity, much like the Sword Hero in Chloe's memory who crossed the long river of history to stand before him.

Also reminiscent of that return banquet in the Golden Land.

He raised his glass, and the Sword Hero poured wine for him.

The wine conjured up by Fantasy Power was ultimately not real wine and would not intoxicate.

Yet when he drank it, he still felt a sense of being drunk.

The surrounding environment changed.

The scene quickly transitioned to one of just waking up.

Chloe opened his eyes bewilderedly, then a smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"It's been a while since I had a good dream."

Chloe left the palace and unconsciously walked to the vicinity of the guest room, where he saw Rephya again under the guidance of a maid.

Rephya tilted her head in confusion, her gem-like eyes looked at him charmingly and said:

"Is there something you need, Your Highness?"

Chloe softly said, "We had long foreseen the loss of control in the Underground City. Although we understand the reasons, there are always some who only see the victory before them.

Momentary failure doesn't mean we've given up the fight, and as for our choices, let posterity judge them."

"So, what do you want to say?" Rephya looked up at Chloe.

Chloe's eyes held a touch of amusement, he knelt on one knee and took her hand saying:

"I can tell that one day, you will attack the Demon King again, as will I.

I have no interest in marriage, and it seems neither do you.

But as comrades on the same front, let me help you bear the burden of misunderstandings."

The prince on one knee and the mage covered in scars.

The scene was as beautiful as a painting depicting mythological love.

In a daze, Chloe's thoughts drifted away.

Marriage is originally the shared glory of husband and wife.

With him standing at the forefront, the external voices would gradually shift toward him.

And he only needed to do one thing, and that is to create more for future generations…

"Cut!"

Miseria revealed a satisfied smile and cheered to the two immersed in the plot:

"You both did brilliantly!"

Chloe, coming back to his senses, was momentarily stunned.

He felt as if he had just remembered something.

But when he tried to recall, his mind went blank again.

At this moment, Rephya's soft voice came:

"Senior, how long do you plan to hold my hand?"

When Chloe looked up, he saw Rephya, shy and uneasy, trying to pull her hand back.

However, the strength of the Titan Race made her struggle barely noticeable.

Chloe thought of Jian's serious expression, and then Rephya's confused and innocent look.

For some reason, a strong urge to tease her suddenly rose.

"Huh? You want to let go?"

Rephya tilted her head, her movement to break free suddenly paused.

Was letting go the wrong choice?

Chloe said seriously:

"The distance of holding hands doesn't give a sense of being violated, so my one-knee kneeling hand-holding just now was appropriate."

Rephya, whose attention had been silently diverted, nodded in realization.

Yes, senior's actions just now weren't much flirtatious, but rather gentlemanly.

"The previous distance was appropriate." Chloe suddenly stepped forward, "What about now?"

Rephya's body instinctively trembled:

"Th-this is a bit too close."

"Right? Because this distance should appear during the more advanced stages of the Emperor and Princess Consort relationship."

"Ah!"

"And now?" Chloe intentionally got a bit closer, leaning forward, "At this distance, what do you think is the relationship between the Emperor and the Princess Consort?"

"Feels like love."

Rephya instinctively looked at Chloe, then saw his eyes, like whirlpools poised to swallow a person, and that clearly visible handsome visage.

Without realizing, her face flushed red.

"Ah, senior, you're teasing me again!"

"Hahaha."

Chloe doubled over in laughter and stepped back a large step, blinking he said:

"Consider this as punishment for some mischievous junior sister inexplicably giving me a punch."

Miseria propped her face with her hands and couldn't help but show an aunt-like smile.

This senior and junior were quite a match.

Beside them, Fratiss clapped without understanding.

She just found the scene earlier as beautiful as a painting.

Miseria also showered these two with praise, making them both shy with embarrassment.

After the Fantasy Show scene dissipated, their costumes returned to their real forms.

Chloe stretched and smoothed the wrinkles on her plain white shirt.

Miseria tucked back the part of her white shirt that had been pulled out while she was laughing heartily.

Fratiss tilted her head.

She looked at Chloe, then at Miseria.

"Um, senior and senior..."

Both turned their heads towards the little foodie.

"Did you buy your clothes together? They look like couple outfits."

Chloe: ???

Miseria: !!!

"No, I bought them with..." Chloe's voice suddenly trailed off.

The plain white shirt he was wearing was a gift from Lilith.

Actually, he originally intended to buy that shirt for Lilith.

The style of this shirt is pretty much the same for both men and women.

He thought Lilith's beauty didn't need extra adornments to complement it.

This style was quite nice.

And then...

As everyone knows, he ended up buying a uniform for Lilith, and this plain white shirt was passively abandoned.

There was no choice; there's a clear difference between boyfriends' shirts and uniforms.

And then.

Lilith later bought the shirt he had his eye on, in the larger size.

She also had her reasons when she chose this one:

"Your looks don't need extra adornments, this simple plain white style is just fine."

So the situation ended up like this.

He just never expected to have matching shirts with Miseria.

Miseria painfully covered her face.

She actually realized this even earlier than Fratiss did.

She just pretended not to notice.

Well, it's already awkward enough to find someone wearing the same outfit as you on the street.

She specifically went to a boutique to pick out her clothes.

Who could've thought she would end up with the same shirt as her junior?

The two exchanged looks.

Miseria helplessly said:

"The matching shirts are purely coincidental..."

More than that, what made Miseria want to hit someone was Chloe's expression, as if he had just noticed.

Darn it.

Stupid junior, in your eyes am I so lacking in charm that you didn't even notice when we matched shirts?

Fratiss, somehow, let out a sigh of relief unconsciously.

She said with a bright smile but no malice:

"Ah, so it's just a coincidence that you're wearing the same clothes, but both senior and senior are really good-looking, at a glance you have that couple vibe."

Miseria glared viciously at Chloe.

Chloe looked innocent, indicating it wasn't his fault.

Our vice president felt like crying.

Why do all sorts of nonsensical incidents always occur when it involves this dumb junior?

But she couldn't just punch the dumb junior.

Because he's actually a good junior; it's just that his behavior is a bit off, and his luck a bit bad.

Miseria shivered.

Could this guy be that legendary luck absorber, stealing everyone else's luck?

She quickly changed the subject:

"There's only the last part left; once we finish performing this part of the Fantasy Show, it will be complete."

"It's the scene between the young Black Emperor and his early-deceased mother, right?"

Chloe asked.

Miseria nodded.

Instinctively, Miseria thought of her own script.

The basic content is that the previous queen, before dying of illness, holds her son's hand tightly, giving him her final words of advice.

Miseria leafed through her script.

[Child, the road ahead is yours to walk alone now (clutching the son's hand tightly)]

[I regret not giving you a happy childhood (giving him a big hug)]

Damn.

When writing it, it felt fine.

But now, looking at it, there's a lot of physical contact with her junior.

But it's come to this, and no matter what, they must film it.

Chloe leaned over and glanced, his expression turning a bit subtle after a moment.

"Senior, isn't this a bit much physical contact?"

Miseria angrily said:

"You obediently use the Flesh and Blood Magic to turn into a little boy."

Chloe playfully hugged his arms and said:

"I didn't expect you to be this kind of senior."

Miseria gave him a knee straightaway, looking at him with embarrassment:

"Are you trying to piss me off, junior?"

"Sorry, haha, it's just that the embarrassed look on you just now seemed very interesting."

He remembered something, sneaked closer, and said:

"Senior, Fratiss really wants to see your performance, so don't let the little foodie down."

"Add more pressure, and I'll literally squeeze you to death!" Miseria was furious, "The one who'll mess up will definitely be you!"

...20 minutes later...

Both of them on stage wore expressions of utter grief.

Chloe: "Why? Why is it like this? I just can't act it out."

Miseria: "I'm going crazy, why did we have to NG 5 times in a row? Can I still make it to the other side?"

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