Just when Delicious Wind Goose made up his mind. He felt something abnormal as if he was stuck in a bullet time event [1].
Delicious Wind Goose noticed his surrounding time and space quickly grew stagnant. However, no one seemed to notice it at all. The passersby didn’t seem to react to the situation.
It felt just like the flow of time was slowed down until it paused.
The next instant, after time was utterly stopped, Delicious Wind Goose suddenly regained the ability to move.
Old Goose used all his strength to break free of restraints previously, but it didn’t work.
However, after the surrounding world returned to normal, Delicious Wind Goose couldn’t hold back his strength, so he immediately staggered and fell forward.
But before he fell, he felt someone grabbing onto his shoulders, pulling him back with ease.
“I’m so sorry, brother.” What sounded behind him was a gentle and elegant female voice, “I’ve caused you a little trouble.”
Delicious Wind Goose turned around, only to realize that there was another person who stood silently behind him.
However...
Is that really a human?
She had silver-white hair that hung down to the waist. There were silver dragon horns decorated with dark blue spiral patterns, looking like a screw; the horns protruded upward like lightning. Silver dragon scales were faintly visible on the collarbone, under the ears, and on the temples.
Most importantly, Her resemblance to Annan came close to 70% at the very least.
She appeared to be a seventeen years old art student, but there was a mature air around her. Her breasts were a size or two bigger than Sister Hyphen’s artificially oversized ones through character customization.
Is she Annan’s sister?
It seems I have heard of Annan having a sister.
Such a thought popped into Delicious Wind Goose’s mind at the first moment.
Delicious Wind Goose felt his mind gradually become stagnant.
His mind was filled with the breathtaking beauty of the girl in front of him.
A “beauty” at the conceptual level.
She was so pretty that it was almost illusory.
She had a face similar to Annan, whose appearance was worthy of praise. However, the beauty became shocking when it came to the girl in front of him.
Delicious Wind Goose was well-aware that “beauty” differed in different eras.
In some eras, slender and weak girls were beautiful; in another era, people might prefer a more healthy and fit woman.
Some civilizations regarded beard as beauty, some cultures believed long hair as beauty, and some societies considered bald as beauty. Under different living conditions and social environments, people’s definitions of “beauty” would be different.
In other words, “beauty” was the “classification” of the opposite sex or the same sex by the subconscious in human genes that was more conducive to the current living environment.
In a world where food was generally scarce, people who could gain weight were deemed more beautiful; in a society where people at the bottom would consume large amounts of high-calorie food, people had begun to pursue a well-proportioned body shape.
Delicious Wind Goose, immersed in the illusion of “beauty”, felt the girl in front of him pretty by all standards.
A monster that existed only in “fantasy”.
It was precisely because of “She being beautiful” that Annan, who was similar to Her, was regarded as nice-looking.
The girl was by no means a human.
But I can’t really think.
Even my thinking has gradually become sluggish.
The feeling of being stuck in this halted time and space was broken when the girl spoke again.
Although the girl’s voice was pleasant, it was at the level common in this world.
But the moment She spoke, the “balance of beauty” was broken.
It was as if Her silent state was Her true perfect form.
Delicious Wind Goose regained his sanity the moment She spoke.
The girl smiled and said, “I’m really sorry. Your expression just now was so fascinating. I couldn’t hold back for a while, so I drew a picture for you. Do you want to buy this picture? I can give you a 50% discount.”
Her expression was mixed with vigilance and contempt but self-discipline and indulgence simultaneously. She looked complacent and arrogant but modest and prudence at the same time, seemingly striking the unity of contradiction and opposition.
“I can see from your steps that you’re a self-disciplined knight who is trying to use his own will to resist temptation. Let me guess, are you going to pick up the faith in the Cup-holding Lady?” The girl, who was at least 70% similar to Annan, asked with interest.
Hearing the word “painting”, Delicious Wind Goose realized something.
Only then could he withdraw his gaze from the girl’s face.
After looking closely, he realized the girl was indeed carrying a drawing board behind Her.
Although it was only a drawing board, it felt inexplicably like a shield.
Ten pens of different sizes and models were hung on the belt on Her waist. In addition to the four pens caught between Her right fingers and the three pens caught between Her left fingers, She had a total of seventeen pens, all of which were like sharp swords.
She seemed to be both a painter and a warrior.
“Are you the Paper Princess?” Delicious Wind Goose remembered the deitydess he had seen in the newspaper a few days ago.
Although She wasn’t an upright deity, She was the subordinate deity of the Elegant Elder.
This explained the bullet time and the power of Her appearance to break the Goose’s will.
Old Goose respectfully looked at the ground and asked.
It wasn’t flattery.
It was just that he was afraid of the appearance of the Paper Princess and did not dare to look directly at the “beauty” close to the Truth.
Delicious Wind Goose even doubted his previous decision.
Is the tenacity of standing up and regaining former glory after a considerable setback such a treasure in this world?
The Paper Princess noticed that Delicious Wind Goose averted his eyes but was not annoyed.
“Oops…Did you see me in the newspaper?” The Deity of Beauty just smiled and put the seven pens back into the pen pocket at Her waist.
She wore a pure white robe that was unadorned. There were four white belts of different thicknesses and materials on the waist. Those pens of hers all hang on the various belts.
But that didn’t make her look simple.
Instead, no touch-ups could ruin the equilibrium of beauty in the Paper Princess.
Perhaps only the Elegant Elder himself could design the dress for her.
Facing the words of the Paper Princess, Delicious Wind Goose thought of the Paper Princess’s portrait painted by “the famous painter Nigel Elliott”.
At that time, he couldn’t help but sigh, “The Paper Princess was so beautiful”.
But now, Delicious Wind Goose has only one thought.
Did he paint it properly?