The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

night.

Unlike others, Ryan can freely enter and exit the dream world.

Because this is his world, and everything here will change according to his will.

Ryan looked around the familiar room, where he and Olina had spent countless memorable nights.

From initial resistance to gradual acceptance, and finally immersion in it.

Everything felt like a distant memory.

Ryan walked up to the Mona Lisa portrait that had initially been conjured up just to highlight its sophistication and carefully observed her.

"You've been watching everything that's happened here, haven't you?"

"Then tell me, in your eyes, what kind of person am I?"

Mona Lisa naturally wouldn't answer him.

Ryan stared at the painting, lost in thought.

It must be said that there is a reason why the Mona Lisa is considered a masterpiece.

Ryan always felt that no matter what question she asked, her gentle smile could provide the answer.

"In order to make myself stronger, I have already turned Olina into a slave to my desires."

"Now, in order to awaken the fire attribute circuit, I will also make Claire fall into the abyss of desire."

"Moreover, I will allow more and more women to enter this room in the future."

"I must be a really awful scumbag, right?"

This time, however, Mona Lisa's smile, which has remained unfaded for five hundred years, did not give Ryan the answer he wanted.

"Sigh... I really wish I had a cheat code that would make me stronger without having to sleep with women."

"Isn't it satisfying to just push through all the way?"

Ryan shook his head, preparing to leave the dream world.

But just then, a voice suddenly rang in Ryan's mind.

Why don't you ask them?

Ryan turned around and looked at Mona Lisa.

These were the words Tracy once said to Ryan when she was trying to persuade him.

Now, it suddenly popped into Ryan's mind again.

In an instant, Ryan seemed to have been hit hard by something, and stood there stunned.

Yes, why don't we ask them?

Ryan had been stuck in a mental dead end, or as the saying goes, he was getting stuck on his own ideas.

He believes that Olina's current situation is all due to his impulsive actions.

In other words, he always believed that Olina was a victim.

Despite having the opportunity to completely sever ties with Olina more than once, Ryan didn't. Instead, he continued to cooperate with her, partly as an act of atonement for his past death.

But he never asked Olina what she actually thought about the matter.

The once proud and aloof beauty has become like this. Has she ever hated herself?

Claire is the same.

As her mentor, he did that to awaken his fire attribute circuit.

Will she hate herself someday?

These answers were unknown to Ryan, unknown to Mona Lisa, or rather, no one in the world could provide them.

Only the person involved can answer this question.

Perhaps Claire had already given her answer, but Ryan simply chose to ignore it.

Go ask Claire and Olena; that would be a way to give yourself an answer.

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The weather is lovely today, with a few white clouds drifting slowly across the sky.

A gentle breeze caresses my cheeks, and I can feel the world gradually warming up with the changing seasons.

Tender green buds danced merrily in the wind, and flowers in the flowerbeds bloomed in full glory. A girl as beautiful as a flower walked towards Ryan, her loose hair cascading down her back.

Ryan sat on a bench outside the academy and waved to the girl when he saw her.

Today, Claire's underwear and dresses are all carefully selected.

Because today is her first real date with Ryan.

The fluffy halter-neck short-sleeved dress, with its high waist, not only accentuates her well-developed figure but also makes her already long and slender legs appear even taller.

A lace choker adorned her neck, and a heart-shaped ruby ​​pendant on her chest shone brightly in the sunlight.

Claire wasn't wearing stockings this time; her firm, fair thighs radiated a healthy glow—the best gift God had ever given her, needing no embellishment whatsoever.

“Mentor Ryan…”

Claire blushed and shyly clutched the hem of her skirt as she approached Ryan.

"Is it pretty...?"

Ryan knew that Claire must have spent a lot of time getting ready for this date.

She would never leave the house unless she met her own standards of perfection.

So, Claire asked that question simply because she wanted to hear that sentence from Ryan.

Ryan gently pinched her nose: "Very pretty."

Claire was overjoyed to hear her beloved's praise, and she affectionately hugged his arm, behaving like a docile little animal.

Where are we going today?

"There's a celebration in Windmill Town near the college today, let's go take a look and relax."

"Good~"

Actually, where she went was not important to Claire at all.

As long as I can be with Ryan, even if it's just spending a whole day under a big tree, it doesn't matter.

Not far from the academy, Ryan found a carriage, and the two of them rode to Windmill Town.

The coachman was a farmer from the surrounding area, so he was not familiar with the instructors and students here.

He glanced at Ryan and Claire, treating them as just an ordinary couple.

The man was handsome and had a gentle demeanor, and the woman was incredibly beautiful.

"Young men, where are you going?"

"Windmill Town".

"Alright! Hold on tight!"

The farmer smiled, raised his whip, and slowly drove the carriage forward.

The farmer was a very cheerful and talkative man, and he and Ryan got along very well throughout the journey.

They talked about almost everything, from when their own fruit trees would bear fruit to the harvest over the past six months, and even about their domineering wife.

"But then again, young man, it's really enviable that you have such a beautiful girlfriend."

"Unlike my wife, who's like a tigress, all she does is argue with me all day long."

"Hahaha~!"

Claire's face flushed bright red, and she hugged Ryan even tighter, glancing at him uneasily.

She was afraid that Ryan would say at any moment that she wasn't his girlfriend.

That would really make her very sad.

“Is that so?” Ryan looked at Claire and gently stroked her soft, springy nose with his other hand. “I think so too.”

Claire blushed even more and buried her face in Ryan's chest in embarrassment.

Her little hands also began to get restless, touching and pinching this and that, almost giving her whole heart and soul to Ryan.

Even if something happens now, she won't resist.

Can people really be this happy?

Chapter Forty-Four: Celebrations, Dates, and Determination

When we arrived at Windmill Town, it was already noon.

After waving goodbye to the farmers, the two walked into the town.

Unlike the academy, Windmill Town feels very peaceful and full of the warmth of everyday life.

Everywhere you look, there are simply dressed pedestrians, and everyone has a smile on their face.

The streets were decorated with red ribbons for the celebration, and some bards were playing cheerful tunes on their lutes, singing hymns in praise of some hero.

"let's go!"

Claire held Ryan's hand, her face beaming with smiles.

Claire had lived in the castle in Canosa since birth and rarely went out.

Once I arrived at the college, I spent every day studying and living there.

It was a rare treat to go out and have fun, especially with her favorite person; the joy she felt was indescribable.

The Windmill Town celebration is divided into three stages.

The first phase is the procession.

The procession was led by bards, followed by a group of people dressed in celebratory attire, and then by the crowds of people following behind.