"Hi, how does it feel?"
Theresa smiled as she looked at everyone. Asta and Arlan were already stunned silly (?｀?Д?′)!!.
As for the three geniuses—Herta and the others—they had been mentally prepared, but seeing Theresa truly transformed into her current form, clad in an incomparably magnificent platinum conceptual gown, holding a platinum-winged scepter, with countless platinum wings surrounding her, even the office had become sacred.
They were utterly shocked. Screwllum had even performed such an enormous amount of calculations that his alloy head heated up and began to smoke.
"Wow, Screwllum's alloy head is smoking!"
March 7th's shout made Herta and Ruan Mei's expressions change drastically. They no longer had the mind to care about Theresa's current form. Herta hurriedly used the icy power of the Path to freeze Screwllum's alloy head and cool him down.
Hahaha, the alloy head is smoking! What a riot! Just as expected of that heap of scrap from The Path of Knowledge~
The God of Mischief's hearty laughter made everyone struggle to keep straight faces, but none of them dared mock Screwllum in front of him—except Theresa and Aha, the two Aeons.
"An alloy head, huh? March 7th, you really know how to come up with nicknames!"
Theresa looked at March 7th while playing with her own wings and laughed. Hearing that, the girl giggled and hugged Theresa's wings, rubbing them. The soft, comfortable sensation left her half-dazed as she clung to them.
Stelle and Lingbao were no different. They had wanted to touch Theresa's wings for a long time. After all, Theresa's wings were conceptual in nature and could be summoned and dismissed at will.
Now that they had the chance, they thoroughly rubbed Theresa's wings to their hearts' content.
Himeko and Bronya also curiously stroked Theresa's wonderfully tactile wings. They were feather-like