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At night, the sky over Paradise Island was dotted with stars. In the ancient round building, the cool, bright moonlight flowed in from the star-shaped iron window in the main hall. A young figure, dragging a heavy object, made its way through the dark and silent corridor.
The Mother Box: "???"
Leo let out a sigh of relief as he placed the mattress in a corner of the open-air main hall and collapsed onto it. The small, dark room was too stuffy. It was better to sleep out here, where there was nothing but an old box.
"I'm sleeping here," he said, glancing at the iron box on the stone altar. "You don't have a problem with that, do you, neighbor?"
The Mother Box was motionless.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes," he said, blinking. He comfortably settled onto the mattress and covered himself with a quilt.
The Mother Box: "!!!"
How could it move? How would it dare?
"I wonder what my aunt is up to," he thought, clutching the starlight crown as he drifted off to sleep. He hadn't seen her all day.
"She probably stayed in the palace with her mother," he reasoned, and soon fell into a deep and distant dream.
Around midnight, the temperature in the main hall dropped. A chill ran through Leo's body. Before he even opened his eyes, he was enveloped by a familiar scent, as if a garden of violets had bloomed beside him.
"Huh?" He woke up with a start and stared at the figure lying next to him.
A beautiful, mature woman was lying on the mattress beside him. Her black, slightly curly hair was scattered across the bed, and her sword-like eyebrows and thick, dark eyelashes were a stark contrast to her delicate face. Her tall, slender body was perfectly proportioned, her proud chest rising and falling with an even breath. Her long legs were bent and overlapped to keep them from sticking out of the bed.
She wore a noble and gorgeous golden royal dress, and the bright moonlight covered her body like a silver scarf. She looked like a god, with an unreal beauty.
As if sensing that he was awake and watching her, the woman's jewel-like eyes opened slightly, clearly reflecting the face of the boy nearby.
"Auntie, why are you here?" he asked, thinking he was dreaming.
"Didn't you say this morning that you wanted to… hold me tonight?" Diana said, as if her appearance here were the most natural thing in the world.
"This morning?" he suddenly remembered. He had just said it casually. He never expected that she would not only remember it, but would come to fulfill his wish. She was like a real-life Doraemon.
"Really, can I?" he asked, his heart accelerating as he looked at her slender, mermaid-like waist.
"Yes," she nodded slightly.
He gently placed his hand on her waist. The royal dress was made of the finest silk, soft, warm, and smooth, with a hint of strength and tenacity. He could feel that there was no extra fat underneath, only healthy, firm muscle. He held her gently, as if she were a priceless treasure, though he knew that even with Antiope's power, he couldn't hurt her in the slightest.
A woman's waist was a sensitive place, sometimes more so than her feet. After all, it was a very important part of her body, connecting the top and the bottom.
He held her waist lightly, and for now, that was enough. It was a big step forward. He could feel her body trembling slightly, and he suddenly let go, realizing that he wasn't the only one who was nervous.
"Auntie, this crown," he said, taking the starlight diadem from his side.
"Keep it with you for now," she whispered. "You need it."
"Okay, I'll take good care of it," he nodded. After the afternoon's battle, he no longer resisted. If even he himself didn't think he could bear the weight of the crown, how could he convince the Amazons that he could protect it, and his aunt's future?
"This afternoon," she said, tapping him on the forehead with a warm finger, a playful smile on her face, "I asked Antiope to fight you. Before I awakened my divine power, I also trained with her. I wanted her to help you. I didn't expect you to be so relentless."
He gave a bitter smile. He knew that Antiope had been holding back. It hadn't been a fight; it had been a sparring session. Otherwise, with her strength, he wouldn't have lasted two rounds.
"In the next few days, you will train with Antiope," she said. "You need to master more combat skills. That way, when you trigger your 'Parasite' ability, you will be better able to adapt and control the powers of others. You won't accidentally break the window of the house and lose control of your body like before."
"Okay," he sighed. So much for a relaxing vacation.
"If you behave well," she said, thinking for a moment, "I'll let you hold me for a while at night." She got up from the mattress and walked out of the corridor.
His eyes suddenly lit up. He had a goal, a motivation. To better adapt to the body's ability (×), to obtain the limited-time version of the pillow (√).
The next morning, when he appeared on the training field, full of energy, and voluntarily asked to be taught, Antiope herself was a little confused. But she was still a rigorous and serious teacher.
Swordsmanship, spear throwing, archery, shield shooting, horse riding… Even with the basic training, he was exhausted by the end of each day. He could only heal his body and mind by holding a pillow that felt great at night.
Three days passed quickly. The last day of their stay on Paradise Island had finally arrived.