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Early morning in Penacony.
Sparkle hadn't slept all night, yet at dawn she still endured her fatigue and propped up her soft body on the bed.
Standing by the bedside, she looked back at Sol, who was lying on his side playing with his phone.
Her gaze lingered on his striking, streamlined abdominal muscles, still brimming with strength.
It seemed that no matter how much he expended, it would never have any effect.
She let out a sigh, tinged with both regret and relief.
Even giving it her all, she still couldn't defeat him?
The power of Elation she possessed was like a tiny boat upon the vast ocean before Sol—utterly incomparable.
So powerless, so incapable.
The Elation she prided herself on as a Masked Fool was actually this weak.
She would never be a fool for laughs again…
Yeah right.
Of course, she would—she was born to be a fool for laughs!
To take things up and put them down with ease, to dare to create fun, to dare to become the fun.
That was true Elation.
Sure enough, if anyone were to become the Aeon of Elation, it should be her.
Sparkle strode openly toward the bathroom. Washing away the grime from her body, she intended to start anew.
Gogogo, off we go!
After a burst of pitter-patter, Sparkle stepped out of the bathroom, her fair, delicate body bare and refreshed.
Facing the mirror, she began to carefully dress herself up.
"Not going to rest a little longer?"
Sol watched as the freshly bathed Sparkle tied up her hair with a red ribbon. While admiring her, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Even something as ordinary as tying one's hair became captivating when performed by a beauty stunning enough.
Especially when that beauty chose to tie her hair first, before putting on her undergarments and skirt.
The sense of intimacy from such complete openness was rather pleasant.
Though Sparkle often enjoyed pranks, she was still quite adorable.
But on such a bright, sunny morning—after working hard all night—shouldn't she be sleeping in?
From morning until dusk, fully relaxing body and mind, lying in bed and sleeping soundly until waking naturally—that was the proper posture for maintaining Elation.
Yet judging from how earnestly Sparkle was tidying herself up, she seemed to have no such plan.
Meeting his appreciative gaze, Sparkle coolly replied, "It's nothing more than a little wind and frost. I don't need rest at all."
She dressed naturally before Sol, displaying her not overly proud yet wonderfully shaped body, even with a hint of flaunting.
See? Lady Sparkle is just this, this beautiful!
Even after being heart-to-heart all night, she still left Sol so captivated.
Though now she was Sol's servant.
But from another perspective, it was she who had captured this man with her charm.
She hadn't lost—she had won big.
The situation was excellent, vitality everywhere.
"Full of energy, aren't you, Lady Sparkle?" Sol rose from the bed, circled behind her, and teased, "How about another morning workout to kick off a beautiful day?"
"No." Sparkle tightly grabbed Sol and sincerely apologized, "I was wrong."
This wasn't a clown changing faces—it was strategic contempt for the enemy, tactical respect for the enemy.
Objectively speaking, there was indeed a certain gap in their physical stamina.
Yesterday had been punishment for earlier matters. After experiencing sevenfold cycles of heaven and hell, she had finally endured it.
She hadn't begun courting death again just yet. Another round now would just mean taking a beating for nothing.
Such foolishness was beneath the wise Lady Sparkle.
"Heh."
Sol smiled faintly and helped tidy her hair. "So why are you up so early?"
Seeing that Sol was merely helping her tie her hair without attempting any further postures, she finally let out a breath of relief.
Not daring to act up again, she answered honestly, "I didn't see Silver Wolf all night. I kind of missed her."
"So, you're going to have some fun with Silver Wolf." Sol's gaze shifted from Sparkle to the graffiti on the ceiling. "She's gotten a bit bold. If you're going to peek, you're going to leave a mark too?"
It was Silver Wolf's personal habit—she liked leaving traces wherever she passed, proof that she had been there.
Information existed within space, intangible and formless. It didn't require such markers as assistance.
Leaving a mark was face-to-face mockery of the enemy's firewall.
Of course, the mark on the ceiling wasn't mocking him.
Or rather, that graffiti was an application submitted to him for viewing permission.
If it were some random intruder spying, he would naturally drag them out, torment them fiercely, and eliminate them.
But if it was Miss Silver Wolf submitting a viewing request, then it could also become part of the play.
Like the incompetent husband who must appear in an NTR film—his screen time pitifully small, yet providing the finishing touch that enhances the atmosphere.
That was why he had permitted Silver Wolf to watch.
But now, had Silver Wolf come to understand him so well?
She had already been completely marked by him.
"I'm going to give Little Curly a proper greeting and see what she's doing—what she did yesterday."
"I have a feeling that if we head to Silver Wolf's room now, we'll see something quite spectacular."
Fully dressed now, Sparkle shot Sol a sly look. "Darling, coming with me?"
The Silver Wolf graffiti on the ceiling had watched her sorry state for the entire night yesterday.
Though she very much wanted to relax completely right now, she still couldn't let go of Little Curly.
Since Silver Wolf had watched Lady Sparkle's splendid film, then she must repay with equal-value Elation.
You watch, you repay—then watching again won't be hard!
And if Sol were watching from the side, even better. She would feel even more exhilarated when she cracked the whip.
Heh heh heh, Little Curly, hurry and welcome your queen!
"I have other matters today. You two can play on your own."
Sol was very tempted, but still declined Sparkle's invitation.
He had an appointment with Acheron today to conduct an important study.
To observe and test Acheron's recovery of lost emotions, and produce a report titled [On the Sustained Resistance of the Light of Hope Against the Erosion of Nihility].
Silver Wolf's reaction to being teased by Sparkle would certainly be worth anticipating, but there would be plenty of chances in the future.
In comparison, matters with Acheron were more important.
"That's truly a pity."
Sparkle let out a sigh, but a smile soon returned to her face. "But darling, I'll take photos and share them with you. You want them?"
She delighted in sharing Elation; Elation was born from sharing.
It was just that this matter was rather private. She could only share it with a limited few—those ladies who, like her, had a special relationship with Sol, such as Robin.
Would Robin blush or grow jealous knowing about her punishment?
What would the pure little bird think upon learning that Silver Wolf had been watching films?
Beyond surprise, would she regret not seeing it herself, or grow angry at Silver Wolf's actions?
The Path of Elation lay within such things!
"Yes." Sol answered without hesitation, even with anticipation. "Be sure to take more."
Last night, Silver Wolf had watched the masterpiece starring him and Sparkle.
Today, it was his turn to watch the masterpiece starring Silver Wolf and Sparkle.
Who could refuse Silver Wolf's embarrassing photos?
"Darling, wait for my good news!"
Sparkle waved at Sol, her steps light and graceful as she left the room.
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