Super Righteous Player
Chapter 806 - 345

Chapter 806: 345

There weren’t many of the opposite sex who had intimate gestures with Annan.

Apart from Maria, his biological sister, there were only three others: Kafney, Lin Yiyi, and Jiu’er.

Lin Yiyi was the easiest to understand—she didn’t actually like Annan himself, but just liked cute things.

She was a simple aesthete.

She liked holding Annan just as much as she liked holding Kafney. She even liked Jiu’er, as well as Defu and chocolate... If she could see Husky and Selicia, even knowing their true male nature, she would probably still find them adorable and be charmed by them.

You could say she was a classic case of LSP.

She would boldly provide Annan with comforts—like shampooing his hair or letting him rest his head on her lap. Essentially, it was she who was taking advantage of Annan. It was the same when she hugged Jiu’er before logging off each day.

Lin Yiyi was very aware that, as a beautiful girl, she was afforded certain social privileges.

It’s better said that if she were a male player, or not so cute, Annan would not have let her actions go unresisted.

But Lin Yiyi didn’t have "love" for Annan.

Her fondness for Annan was closer to that for a paper character in a mobile game—an utterly rational delusion.

Jiu’er was different—Annan really could feel a burning emotion emanating from her.

But that wasn’t love either.

As a wealthy girl who was often ill in bed, Jiu’er was quite reclusive. She hardly had any friends of her own age.

Then she met Annan, who was about her age... He looked even younger than Jiu’er, which made her think she should be the "older sister"; yet at the same time, Annan’s thought patterns were mature, gentle, and kind. He was tolerant and provided timely guidance, enough for Jiu’er to relinquish some of her own thoughts.

...Of course, being good-looking and competent were also factors.

Rather than love, it was closer to that naive first love mixed with admiration and aspiration.

In other words...

Jiu’er had so little contact with others that she only encountered her first love at seventeen—a milestone most people meet in elementary or middle school. She hadn’t met many others, but mistook this for love at first sight.

Even in this world, she hardly ever spoke with strangers—in communication, she tended to "speak" with her axe.

Although, in terms of age, Jiu’er was actually over two years older than Annan.

However, Jiu’er’s actual social prowess was probably still at the level of a middle-schooler.

Annan was grateful she liked him, but it was exactly for this reason that he hoped she would gradually grow... akin to the way the boy next door would treat the girl next door.

This was how he reciprocated that affection.

Perhaps it was also because Annan had no particular feelings for Jiu’er. It was like the simple delight one feels toward a cute little animal. That couldn’t even compare to his initial astonishment at seeing Selicia, let alone Kafney.

...But Kafney was different.

When Kafney said that her attitude toward him was like that of a believer toward their deity, Annan felt somewhat at a loss for a moment.

He had no negative emotions, so he didn’t feel sad. But he was aware that he didn’t rejoice in this attitude.

The moment when he met—or rather, re-met—Kafney following Prince Albert with Old Bread entrenched itself in Annan’s heart.

Even a simple exchange of words left a deep impression on him.

When he saw the black tentacles emerge from beneath Kafney’s skirt, effortlessly subduing the assassin, he was startled.

But what stayed with Annan the most was that phrase:

"I am very strong... I can protect you."

It reminded Annan of his reaction in the "Nightmare: The Grand Hunt Feast" when faced with young Kafney’s plea for help—

"—Can you... save me?"

"—Of course I can. You might not believe it, but I’m actually very strong... I can protect everyone.

"—In fact, that’s why I’ve come."

These words had slipped out unintentionally from Annan in the nightmare.

He hadn’t meant to echo what Kafney had said. He hadn’t even remembered those words at the time... They were truly from Annan’s heart.

Annan never saw himself as a crusader for justice, nor as a person of exalted character like a saint.

If something tragic happened to someone unconnected to him, he might even mock them, or at most sigh in pity—but if a tragedy was unfolding before his eyes, Annan couldn’t look away.

It wasn’t that he harbored a vengeful intent to kill villains, nor did his chest burn with the Flame of Justice that detested evil. He didn’t feel compelled to save the innocent... and he didn’t even care about the outcome.

It was simply a matter of judging by his own common sense and morals... He just couldn’t ignore it.

This was an unadulterated self-interest, which could also be simply understood as "I am willing." Or perhaps, "If I ran away, I wouldn’t be happy."

So Annan could be certain... had it been the first-replay Annan who encountered the problems of that time, he probably would have made a similar move. Only his words might not have been as inspiring... they would have seemed much colder.

Because this had nothing to do with whether he could feel positive emotions or not.

This was a trait unique to Annan himself.

As long as something happened in front of him, happened around him, Annan simply couldn’t ignore it.

... But when Kafney repeated exactly what he had said,

That very moment, indeed, Annan was touched.

It could also be said that he was moved by his own words... or rather, he saw in Kafney the light he had once bestowed upon her. And now he saw his own light shining back from her.

Annan finally realized.

He didn’t love Kafney with a fiery passion like a lover, but he simply needed her, he wanted to have her quietly. Even if she were a bit farther from him, Annan might feel uneasy...

... Could it be that it wasn’t him expressing his fondness for Kafney?

But rather, was Kafney subtly conquering him?

"My lord."

After greeting Maria, Kafney settled beside Annan.

This was the couch directly opposite the door.

Because the triple-colored scepter was placed beside it, as a matter of politeness and just in case, Maria and Victor kept their distance from it.

But Kafney sat down next to Annan without any concern.

She gently wrapped her arms around Annan from the back, resting her chin on Annan’s left shoulder, and their white and black hair instantly intertwined.

Due to the curse of the Winter’s Heart that made the Winter family’s body temperature lower than that of normal people, Annan immediately felt Kafney’s warmth.

He caught the faint fragrance from Kafney’s hair... Annan dared not to move, his right hand subconsciously gripping the scepter tighter.

... Why did this fragrance seem familiar?

It was as if it was the scent that wafted through the fields of silver-purple flowers.

The white robe with the side shoulder cut out didn’t reveal Annan’s left shoulder engraved with runes. But Kafney’s chin immediately felt the slight burning sensation emitted by the runes.

Seated on Annan’s left was Maria, whose gaze sharpened immediately. "Didn’t you say that you swore to be Annan’s devout follower?

"Is this your piety toward God?"

"Yes, this is precisely my way of showing respect to my lord."

Kafney hugged Annan’s upper body even tighter.

She opened her eyes and looked solemnly at Maria, calmly stating, "Just like a believer wiping a divine statue... when touching the statue, one naturally feels the divine essence of the deity being served.

"But the lord has no statue at present, and if a likeness were made, it couldn’t be called a divine statue. I can only cautiously touch the lord to express my respect... there is no disrespect in this at all."

She was completely different from a few months ago.

Her desires had clearly become stronger, her actions more appropriate, and her courage greater. Kafney had indeed grown.

She unhesitantly, straightforwardly countered Maria’s accusations.

"... Ah. Yes. Your Highness."

Beside them, Alexander paused, then tactfully chimed in: "Yes, that is right. That’s how we, the people of Noah, express our devotion."

— Bullshit.

Maria pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

Is this how the lying Noah people are... indeed, those merchants who worship the Silver Baron are the same.

Because Annan was present, she did not curse out loud.

The fallen cannot hide their desires. She saw very clearly, deep within the complex emotions Kafney held for Annan, there was an intense greed and possessiveness...

Maria’s fingers tapping on the armrest increased to double the speed.

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