Chapter 1398 - 649: Shadow Nether Cave, Underbed Ambush! (2)

"I’m going to start now, His Majesty Saint Byron."

She extended her delicate hand and first used a specially made plant essential oil to evenly apply foam all over Byron’s body.

After waiting for a while, she poured a bucket of hot water over him, and then picked up a brand new white towel to gently wipe him down.

This "ugliest princess" indeed as she claimed was very capable, and lacked the pampered airs of other princesses who have been coddled all their lives.

This indirectly shows that she indeed had a difficult life in the Fire Worship Empire.

After all, not just any princess— even Catherine, the foster daughter of the Prince Family, hasn’t done her own laundry since childhood, and her cooking skills for fun barely ensure non-lethal results.

After marrying for so long, Byron has to help her dry off after a shower, as she doesn’t even blow her own hair.

If not for the innate ability "Hundred Refinement Skillful Hand," Bayfolk Princess Violet would be in a similar situation to Catherine.

But Princess Amita has truly maxed out her maid craftsmanship skills; if one day she doesn’t serve as a princess, she might easily become a "Working Emperor."

"Your Majesty, is it comfortable? The steam bath is a tradition on the West Coast, I often help my mother, sister and the hundreds of queen consorts in the palace with their massages..."

Amita’s massage techniques are exceedingly skilled, light and heavy, fast and slow, as if playing a soothing symphony across Byron’s body.

While massaging, she narrates the traditional customs to Byron with its suggestive undertones:

"We are different from the East Coast who dislikes bathing. It’s said that Queen Immaculate Saint Isabella bathed only once in her lifetime; I don’t know if it’s true.

In the customs of the West Coast, whenever there’s a significant life event, one must visit the bathhouse.

The bride on the night before the wedding must take a bath, and when a child is born forty days after, they must have a proper bath; even if guests come over, they must be taken to bathe...

The bathhouse’s functions have expanded over time, eventually becoming an excellent social gathering place, the best spot for meeting potential romantic partners... "

"As you know, women on the West Coast must keep themselves completely covered, even with family, at most revealing a face.

Some women are never allowed to leave their homes their entire lives; travel is unimaginable.

The only place where people can meet sincerely is the bathhouse, allowing future mothers-in-law the perfect opportunity to glimpse their daughters-in-law. They say women with wider waists and larger hips are more popular, identical to men’s tastes.

I hear you have only two Queens, it’s simply unbelievable; even my father’s harem, considered small among the kings, exceeds over a hundred.

I wonder what kind of girl could have the fortune to stand by your side and change her fate; they must be very happy..."

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

While Byron listened, he suddenly felt several scalding hot tears fall onto his back.

No need to turn around; with Divine Sight, he could clearly see Amita, who was massaging his back, start to cry while speaking.

She tried in a fluster to wipe away the tears from Byron’s back, but the more she wiped, the more they flowed; ultimately, she could only choke back her words:

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, His Majesty Saint Byron.

Under the rule of the Holy Spirit Sect, women are forbidden from freely contacting outsiders, let alone meeting pagans who worship the [Holy Son].

You are the first one to look at me without any disdain, treating me as a normal woman and genuinely appreciating me. I’m truly overwhelmed with happiness.

I wish... I wish... it could be like this every day."

Byron turned around to look at the tear-streaked beauty in front of him, certain she was not lying, every word was heartfelt, and truly an emotional revelation.

Although his Deceit authority has not yet condensed into a Divine Position, he has used it for so long and so often, deceiving not just one Sixth Order Demigod, the distance to condensing Divine Position isn’t far.

Attempting to deceive him with rhetoric is virtually impossible for a Transcendent below the Demigod rank.

Thus, Princess Amita’s nature must be like this.

Labeled as "ugliest," growing up in an exceedingly oppressive religious environment, not knowing how many scornful looks and hardships she endured, craving other’s kindness and appreciation tremendously.

At this moment, you might lure her away with a lollipop, making her utterly devoted to you.

He lifted his hand to wipe her tears lightly and sighed deeply:

"Old society turns people into ghosts, transforming stunning beauties into ugly creatures.

Of course, part of it links to the title "ugliest princess," but when an Imperial Princess encounters such a dreadful scenario, it’s even harder for ordinary women not conforming to mainstream aesthetics.

If possible, in the future, the Holy Spirit Sect countries need to amend religious laws, start a secularization process.

At least, like on the East Coast, women may not obtain privileges above other genders but at least have the same opportunity to achieve financial independence, social outings, work opportunities, or inheritance of titles equally to men.

And even further, the lingering influences of the [Dark God] Angola Manu and [Light God] Ahura Mazda need to be cleansed sooner.

Correct the local residents’ abnormal aesthetic concepts.

Heavily hairy women aren’t as beautiful, normal women aren’t so awful either, it’s okay for differing preferences to coexist peacefully without interference or persecution.

Once I acquire the Sixth Order authority, it shouldn’t be difficult."