Omibella wrapped both arms around Charlotte, and a chill ran down his spine. Countless thoughts echoed through his mind—some impassioned, some gentle, some filled with holiness, some utterly wicked, and others steeped in indescribable obscurity...
The impact of those thoughts nearly made Charlotte's head explode.
At the same time, he felt his vitality, soul, consciousness, memories, and even every secret art he had cultivated in his life being drawn away by a mysterious force. Charlotte could see his body withering at a visible rate. Terror filled his heart, and he wanted to stop everything from draining away, but then a childish voice suddenly rang out in his mind: "Is that Dad?"
Charlotte could not help answering, "It's Dad!"
A little girl's delighted voice called out, "I knew it was Dad! Dad treats me the best."
"You even gave me such a huge palace."
Charlotte had not yet figured out where such a huge palace had come from.
Then he heard Omibella say weakly, "I have to go back. For now, I can't come out again, and I can't stay with you anymore!"
"Without me by your side, you have to take good care of yourself..."
"And don't have children with those bitches."
Charlotte felt the arms around him gradually turn insubstantial. Omibella simply faded from heaven and earth, leaving him only with a gentle smile and lingering reluctance.
Although Charlotte knew she was not human, possessed no human emotions, was not truly his wife, and shared none of that kind of human affection with him, he still felt an indescribable sorrow.
Before Charlotte could fully savor that sadness, he saw a little girl running wildly through Ishermerlun Palace. She kept shouting, "What a beautiful palace! I love it here! Thank you, Dad, for such a wonderful gift!"
Looking at the