Chapter 7: Needed Stuffs.
With Celia now being the minimum age required to attend Veil, her departure for it wasn’t too far off. But Celia desired to be a Goddess before leaving.
Celia, much to her sister’s delight, had truly stayed in the castle for all these years. She rarely left the safety of her home, except when going out to eat or shopping with friends.
Celia: “…”
Carma: “Perfect, just as I was taught!” She said with a gleam in her eye, praising her work.
Celia: “Carma, if I develop a fetish, have my future wives do… sexual things while I’m wearing outfits like this… it will be your fault!” She replied in an accusatory, pouty tone.
At first, Celia let Carma and Cynthia have their way, dress her up however they please. Half because she enjoyed being dolled up like that, and since Celia thought that it will stop once she aged.
This was, as you’d expect, foolish, and a wrong assumption. No, instead, Carma learned how to design clothing, and makes Celia wear her outfits almost every day. She was even wearing Gothic Lolita attire during her birthday, thus Celia ignoring her sister’s question that day.
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Carma: “Regardless of how old you get, even if you make it to a few billion years of age, you’ll still let me dress you up, right? Besides, I don’t really care what you and your wives get up to in bed. Sehr’s stories of their private activities… whatever you do, won’t compare to hearing about them.” She explained with a laugh.
Celia: “I visited them last month, and I swear, leaving was my only option. I could hear Cynthia’s lewd moans at the entrance of their estate…” She replied with a shiver.
Thud!
Mein: “Ah, daughters, there you two are. Celia, please pick a plot of land.” He requested, placing down ten pieces of paper depicting land for sale.
Carma: “Father, I’m busy dressing Celia up!” She exclaimed with righteous fury.
Mein: “It’ll only take a second, my dear.” He replied with a patient smile.
Celia: “Eh? Umm… this one. The others aren’t interesting.” She spoke, pointing at one plot of land.
Mein: “Great, thanks again, my dear daughter!” He praised, heading for the door, escaping Carma’s anger. “Just as long as I DON’T choose the plot that Celia pointed to, I can retire on any of the others peacefully.” He thought with a relieved tone, planning his retirement four years in advance.
The Emperor left, and then Carma returned to smiling, shifting to setting up Celia’s hair. Later today, Celia will be leaving for the Adventurers’ Guild, wanting to find some quest to do, which would be enough to Evolve.
After all, Flan’s dungeon… her group was still banned from it. She asked Midas, but the Goddess said that, since then, there hasn’t been a single good spot to train. Celia was allowed to leave, no longer being restricted. If only Carma didn’t request for her to wear this Gothic Lolita attire before and after she leaves…
