"Of course, this looks much more comfortable."
After placing the glasses on Aslan, Shiroyasha looked at him wearing the neat black butler suit, golden-rimmed monocle on his face, and that ever-present smile.
She clapped her hands in satisfaction and said joyfully.
"This will make them all jealous to death."
Aslan's appearance wasn't bad—especially after receiving Divinity from Shiroyasha.
One could even say he had a near-divine look. Aslan was elegant yet retained his masculinity.
Combined with the mysterious and mischievous aura of his Planeswalker status, the radiant aura from his Sun Authority, and now styled by Shiroyasha.
Shiroyasha's aesthetic sense was still excellent.
Right now, Aslan could even make it to the finals if he participated in Little Garden's male beauty contest.
As for winning—still a bit difficult. The winner was always just one: the Sun God, Apollo.
Aslan wouldn't even want to win, since the prize was Apollo's affection.
It was an old Greek tradition, and this culture remained very popular.
"Sir, your breakfast?"
Isabela carried a bowl of soy milk and a fried dough stick, opened the door, and prepared to serve breakfast.
But she never expected to see such an extraordinary scene the moment she opened the door.
(Oh goddesses, what am I seeing?)
(Lord Shiroyasha, famous for loving beautiful girls, is actually helping a man adjust his tie?)
(Could Lord Shiroyasha have changed? Or is this not actually a man?)
(Is he just a beautiful girl who looks slightly masculine?)
Isabela preferred to believe Aslan was a beautiful girl who looked slightly like a man, rather than believe Shiroyasha had changed.
She had been Shiroyasha's shop attendant for several hundred years, and this was the first time she'd ever seen her so close to a man.
"Just leave it there. I'll eat it later."
Shiroyasha casually waved her hand, stepped down from the bed in her panda pajamas, and circled around Aslan.
"Seems nothing's missing."
Shiroyasha nodded in satisfaction. This was her follower god's first appearance before the gods, so Aslan had to be dressed impeccably.
Actually, this auction wouldn't attract so many attendees.
But Shiroyasha had been too excited, showing off everywhere.
It sparked the gods' curiosity. At least half the gods and buddhas attending this auction came because of Shiroyasha.
A Four-Digit Divinity was indeed valuable, but for pantheons with Three-Digit God Kings, it wasn't that precious.
They could make one themselves.
But Shiroyasha's proudly boasted follower god—this they had to see for themselves.
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"Yoho~"
"Aslan, hurry. That blue ponytail guy up ahead—let's go greet him."
"Boss, can you please stop moving? You're a Star Spirit, but I'm not."
Aslan said with a pained expression. He never expected Shiroyasha had dressed him up so nicely just to use him as a mount.
Well, of course not that kind of mount. Don't think dirty.
Shiroyasha was currently sitting on Aslan's shoulders, directing him to greet her friends.
But Aslan had underestimated one thing—Star Spirit weight.
Especially Shiroyasha, originally a Star Spirit of an ancient star, and now a Star Spirit of the sun and white night. Neither was remotely light.
Aslan currently felt like he was carrying a continent and struggled to move.
The point was, after Shiroyasha sealed herself to avoid affecting her Spirit Status, she added a Gift allowing her to freely control her mass.
While maintaining her physical form, she also ensured she wouldn't damage surrounding objects.
But that only meant she wouldn't destroy things.
"Yo? Shiroyasha, is this your follower god?"
"Not bad-looking."
Feeling a gaze from behind, the purple-blue-haired man also stopped, turned around, and said.
"Of course. I have very high standards for my follower gods."
Shiroyasha proudly raised her head. Right now, in terms of follower gods, she could almost say no one in all of Little Garden could rival her.
With Aslan's current achievements and Spirit Status, few could match him.
Even if there were, they wouldn't willingly submit to another as a follower god or anything similar.
"But Indra, why did I smell a strong aura of Victory Divinity on my body when I woke up this morning?"
Shiroyasha glared at Indra with slight resentment. She must have been tricked and attacked last night.
Otherwise, how could she feel pain all over her body upon waking?
With a Star Spirit's physique, such a situation was impossible. She wasn't an elderly woman going through menopause with various illnesses.
Moreover, in terms of Star Spirit age, she was still a child.
Her sleep quality was excellent. Even drunkenness wouldn't leave her aching all over.
But even though she knew she'd been attacked, she had to ask—how did you know I got a savior follower god?
The more she was attacked, the more it showed how jealous others were of her, and the happier Shiroyasha felt.
"Actually, Athena couldn't hold back. I wanted to stop her, but I was in Lower-level Human form and no match for Athena."
Indra said with innocent sadness. He was Shiroyasha's close friend. A friend who had once partied together.
How could he possibly attack his own friend?
Though Shiroyasha yesterday had indeed been a bit annoying, especially when she bragged at the end while drunk.
Of course, bragging wasn't the most annoying part. The most annoying was that the content of her bragging was actually true.
Damn, they checked the Akashic Records—from the moment Aslan arrived in Little Garden, became Shiroyasha's follower, to returning after saving a world.
Total time: only three hours.
This was the legend of the fastest savior.
Although saving the world and surpassing the Last Trial of Mankind involved some loopholes, Aslan truly had become a savior and a hero who surpassed the Last Trial of Mankind.
Little Garden's Central Core acknowledged it.
"Hmm? Do you really think I believe that?"
Shiroyasha retorted with slight anger. She could smell a strong Vajra Divinity aura on him.
"Five Indra Trial qualifications."
"Five? Impossible. At most three."
"Fine, three it is."
Shiroyasha said joyfully. Indra, as Commander-in-Chief of the Heavenly Army, was extremely wealthy. If she didn't take a little money from Indra, it wouldn't be fair for the beating she took.
"Damn, I lost. I should've asked for more."
Watching Indra leave, Shiroyasha forcefully patted Aslan's head in reaction and said.
Aslan: "😐"