Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1677 School

She waved so strongly that her little body swayed within the wind.

Dyon smiled widely and waved back.

When the little girl was gone, Dyon blinked as though he had awoken from a dream. He looked around in confusion, not because he had lost his memories, but rather that he was very much aware of everything that had happened in the last few hours, but couldn't make much sense of it.

Could they be trying to soften him up with this baby? Wasn't that a bit too na?ve?

But maybe Dyon underestimated them too much. Considering they were immortal and he was very much not, who said they had to send a negotiator so quickly? Maybe they'd let him rot for a bit… Then, maybe might have been a coincidental event. Dyon had found it weird that such a big castle only had 9 people in it, maybe there was a hidden Mystical World somewhere he hadn't noticed before. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelenglish.net . ꜰirᴇ

Dyon pushed it from his mind and began to process of healing his body once more. But who would have known that, the very next day, he would hear the very same gurgling?

"~~Shtowy Shtowy!~~"

Dyon somehow didn't feel any dissatisfaction having his healing session interrupted once more.

"You want to hear a story?"

"~~Yesh!~~"

Like this, a new tradition began. Half of Dyon's days were spent healing himself, while the other half was spent weaving fanciful tales for a little girl who became half of his world.

As a mortal, he had almost too many legends to pull from. Not to mention endless children's s, there were movies and TV shows as well. After Dyon began to cultivate, his already great memory became sharp beyond belief.

Dyon had never taken pride in something so minor and silly before, but somehow he felt so accomplished entertaining this little girl with all the memories he remembered with absolute clarity. It was to the point where Eli's few visits a week weren't even the highlight of his day anymore.

Every time the little girl was whisked away once more, Dyon was sink into another baffled state. He couldn't for the life of him understand.

Dyon sighed. 'This little baby is definitely a Heaven's Child capable of manipulating emotions. Even knowing this, how could I harm a little baby? She's too adorable…'

Dyon watched as the little girl went from crawling, to stumbling, to eventually waddling on her own. He could only say that the beauty of this garden paled in comparison.

It was a scary feeling. Dyon could feel his own emotions flying out of his control, he was very much aware of it, but there was nothing he could do about it regardless.

Maybe this was the true fearsomeness of Heaven's Children. To be aware, yet be unable to do anything. To have your own will whittled away at in such a way. It was like experiencing death by old age in a short time frame. Every day, Dyon felt another portion of himself was taken away by this little girl.

"~~Mama shaid I haph to go to school.~~"

Dyon's eyebrows raised. This little girl was only a few weeks old no?

No, it had been about two months… So she was about 3 months old? What do you mean school? How could you send a little girl to such a place so early? Aren't you too heartless?

Dyon could only console the little girl.

"Be careful! And watch out for icky boys."

Dyon stood proudly as the little girl was whisked away once more, irrational unshed tears threatening to fall.

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"How was your day?" Dyon smiled lightly toward the adorable little baby girl.

The little unnamed girl seemed to look cuter by the day. She wore her school uniform proudly, clumsily twirling with her navy-blue skirt and white collar shirt. She looked as though she was just coming back from a day of pre-school in the mortal world.

She began to excitedly tell Dyon about her mad adventures for the day.

"~~We painted with our fingers on a big big BIG white paper!~~"

The little girl stood to her tippy toes, reaching her small hands into the sky as though to reach for the stars above.

The faint blue, purple and red markings on her chubby little face and hidden underneath her fingernails made her tale all the more real.

She wove a story of deception and betrayal, not to mention excitement and enthrallment. Her speaking ability seemed to have skyrocketed over the past few months. Though her word choice was still simple and to the point, she rarely slurred her words any longer.

"~~I reeeaallllyyyyy wanted to paint with purple, but Lily wouldn't let me have it. I asked Big Miss for more purple but she said she didn't have anymore.~~"

Dyon felt his heart pang. 'That damned Lily, how could she be so selfish?' He furiously cursed in his heart.

If those of the tower quadrants saw the mighty True God Sacharro so enraptured by a little girl's story, even to the point of cursing another little girl, their jaws would drop to the floor. Who knew the man so many of them feared actually had this side to him?

"~~But Little Precious is very smart!~~"

"Little Precious?"

"~~Mhm, mhm! That's what momma calls me!~~"

Dyon smiled, nodding with satisfaction. What an accurate nickname for such an adorable little girl. Little Precious indeed. There probably wasn't a better little girl around. Yup, yup. She was definitely the best.

"~~I saw that when blue invaded reds space, it made purple!~~" The little girl giggled, her laugh made it seem as though all the light in the world revolved around her.

"Ah! Little Precious is very smart!" Dyon grinned, feeling an irrational pride bloom in his chest.

He continued to listen to the little girl's tales. She made something even as mundane as losing her crayon feel as though it was a tragedy. Whenever she was happy, Dyon was happy. Whenever she was sad, Dyon wanted to rip apart the bastard who made her feel that way even if that so-called bastard happened to still also be child.