Seiya's gaze subconsciously fell. His eyes lingered over her swan-like, elegant neck, and inevitably descended to the expanse of white snow below—that perfectly sculpted, invitingly soft bosom, like a ripe peach in late spring. To prevent this outspoken Goddess from spewing any more scandalous remarks, Seiya decisively reached out and precisely pinched her cheek, which felt surprisingly soft to the touch.
"Did you use an Authority of Love on me?" Seiya asked, his grip distorting her face.
"Oh, I did," Stella candidly admitted. "But with your resistance to magic, if you hadn't been swayed, my Authority couldn't have worked, could it?"
Seiya, of course, denied this. "You Goddess, you're only good at twisting truths into completely false montages!"
"Hey, friend, I genuinely care about you, so don't be ungrateful for a God's kindness," Stella suddenly did something Seiya never would have expected.
She took off her shoes, climbed onto Seiya's seat, and leaned her face close to his, almost falling into Seiya's lap. Her face, a blend of mature and youthful charm, was mere inches away. "Now that Athena isn't here, there's no need to hide it anymore, what you feel for me..."
"What I feel for you...?" Seiya watched her face draw closer. She parted her lips slightly, the female God's breath like orchids. Just as their four lips were about to touch, Stella suddenly stopped. She widened her seductive eyes, which brimmed with a mischievous, wicked glint.
"Now you're reacting?! You're so lame, Haki-boy!"
Seiya remained expressionless. When Stella realized the danger, he grabbed her by the collar, then pinned her to his lap with one arm, and raised his palm high.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
A sharp cry of pain, but the sound didn't escape. Invisible winds sealed the area, trapping all sound within the small courtyard.
Since the distant Mythological Era, around Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and War, gathered a group of young warriors full of hope and courage, known as Athena's Saints.
In Japan, Mitsumasa Kido of the Graad Foundation adopted a baby girl at the dying moments of the Sagittarius Gold Saint Aiolos, naming her Saori Kido. This infant was the reincarnation of Athena. To protect Saori Kido, he sent his hundred biological sons around the world for training.
Six years later, ten youths became excellent Saints, returning to Japan one after another, each with their own Cloth. Saori inherited Mitsumasa Kido's dying wish and hosted the "Galaxian Wars," allowing the ten young Saints to compete for the symbol of ultimate honor—the Sagittarius Gold Cloth...
Faintly, Seiya seemed to see his destined fate.
Returning from the Sanctuary, embarking on the journey home. To find his missing sister, he agreed with Saori Kido to participate in the Galaxian Wars, met comrades, and fought against the Pope who sought to usurp Athena and dominate the world, Poseidon who intended to submerge the land, and Hades who planned to bring eternal darkness.
He had dreamed this countless times before, but this time, there was a completely different change.
He saw Athena, or to be precise... Saori Kido, the reincarnation of Athena.
Japan, Graad Foundation. Saori Kido stirred awake, her head resting on the desk, her eyes opening to the sight of her blonde maid.
"Lady Kido, please don't sleep here. You were even talking in your sleep, you might catch a cold," the maid said softly.
"Was I dreaming?" Saori Kido touched her face. "I think I dreamed of that annoying guy from six years ago."
"Was it Seiya, my Lady?" the maid asked.
"How did you know?" Saori Kido looked up at the maid.
The maid draped a blanket over Saori Kido's shoulders. "Because you kept calling that name just now..."
The strong boy from six years ago now overlapped with the powerful figure in her dream. Was it him? The moment this question arose in Saori Kido's heart, she received her answer: it was indeed him.
He must still be alive, somewhere in the world!
Amidst the vast expanse of light, Saori Kido vaguely saw an even grander starlit sky.
Waking up early, Seiya rubbed his messy head with a yawn. He seemed to have dreamed of the Saint world and Saori Kido again last night. But why did this dream feel so real this time? Seiya watched as the victory feedback from defeating the Unobedient God Melqart finally arrived.
Logically, as victory feedback for consecutively defeating a Demon King and a God, it should have been extremely generous, but this time there was only one piece of information.
[Wind Avatar (Pegasus Cloth) effect strengthened, extending Authority's range to the multiverse.]
He truly didn't need any other victory feedback. As an extremely rare movement ability, this alone was enough.
This was the multiverse, but as Seiya sensed it slightly, he found it a bit awkward.
Because while Wind Avatar was a movement Authority, it was a very passive Authority. It required others' calls to reach them. And currently, the multiverse Seiya could sense only had occasional whispers related to himself from one universe, without much other sensation.
If his guess was correct, that world should be Stella's Olympian God-realm. And Seiya's movement range was mainly limited to the cluster of worlds within this great Godslayer universe.
And beyond this great universe, there were also whispers related to him, but they were extremely faint, which was a bit awkward.
However, this was already the limit that the Wind Avatar Authority could currently achieve, and Seiya felt it was already excellent. After all, in his hands, it had always lacked much direct utility, so its current performance was already acceptable.
"Go, Wind Avatar, give it your all!" Seiya whispered, encouraging it. Then, as he fully burned his Cosmos, he selected an even more precise target through the connection between the Pegasus Cloth and Athena.
It was at this moment that a weak expression, one that hadn't even appeared when he killed the Disobedient God, showed on Seiya's face, almost causing him to fall headfirst onto the bed.
The reason it was "almost" was because he fell onto a soft place.
It was Stella. She was currently sleeping prone on the bed, backside raised like a wild goose. Seiya had thought this Goddess had already left. Last night, he had spanked her backside until it was swollen. Just as he fell asleep with a sense of divine inspiration, this Goddess had tried to retaliate against him, but was bound by their subordinate contract. In the end, she too had fallen asleep on the bed.
But because the lingering effects on her rear from the Pegasus's earlier attack were still present, it also meant her backside was still sticking up.
But was that truly the case? Seiya looked closer with some curiosity.
He patted Stella's backside. She showed no reaction, but this confirmed to him that she was definitely faking sleep.
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