At night, the sky above Themyscira was dotted with stars.
Inside the ancient circular building.
The bright, cool moonlight streamed through the gaps of the star-shaped iron window in the main hall, and in the dark, silent single passage, accompanied by rustling friction, a young figure dragged a heavy object into the area.
Mother box: "???"
Vincent exhaled a sigh of relief, placed the mattress from the small dark room in a corner of the open-air main hall, and then, completely exhausted, lay down on it.
The small dark room was too enclosed; it was better to sleep in the well-ventilated main hall, especially since there was nothing else there besides a box.
"I'm sleeping here, you don't mind, do you? Box neighbor." Vincent, as if possessed, glanced at the iron box placed on the stone altar not far away and asked sincerely.
The mother box remained motionless.
"If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes." Vincent blinked, then lay down peacefully on the mattress and pulled up the quilt.
Mother box: "!!!"
How could it move?
How would it dare to move?
"I wonder how Aunt Diana is doing." As Vincent drifted to sleep, he still clutched the starfire crown tightly to his chest.
Today, he had seen many people on Themyscira, but he had not seen Aunt Diana.
"Right, she hasn't seen her mother in so long, so she must have stayed in the palace." Vincent thought, and soon fell into a deep, distant dream... He woke up in the middle of the night.
The temperature in the main hall continued to drop by a few degrees.
Vincent suddenly felt a chill, and before he even opened his eyes, a familiar scent faintly reached his nose in his hazy state.
It was as if a garden of violets had bloomed beside him.
"Hmm?" Vincent woke up with a start, his eyes wide, staring blankly at his side.
A stunningly beautiful and mature woman lay on the mattress beside him.
Her slightly curly black hair was casually spread across the bed, her eyes closed, her sword-like brows and eyelashes appearing dark and thick. Below her exquisite face, which seemed to have a natural beauty filter, was a tall, delicate body crafted with perfect proportions; her proud chest rose beautifully, fluctuating with her even breaths, and her slender, toned waist led down to a pair of long legs that had to be bent and overlapped to keep from extending off the bed.
She wore a noble and magnificent golden royal gown, with the bright moonlight covering her like a silver veil, resembling a deity not of this world, possessing an unreal beauty!
As if sensing that Vincent had woken up and was watching her.
Her gem-like beautiful eyes slowly opened, clearly reflecting the face of the young man nearby.
"Aunt Diana, why are you here?" Vincent thought he was dreaming.
"Didn't you say this morning that you wanted to... hug?" Diana said, as if her presence here was a matter of course.
"Morning?" Vincent suddenly remembered.
Actually, he had just said it casually. He hadn't expected Aunt Diana to not only remember it but also come specifically to fulfill his wish at this time.
Aunt Diana, the Doraemon edition, you deserve it!
"Really, is it okay?"
His gaze fell upon her mermaid-like slender waist, and Vincent felt his heart quicken uncontrollably.
"Mm." Diana nodded gently.
So, Vincent's hand gently rested on Aunt Diana's waist.
Vincent's first feeling was.
It had to be said that it was indeed royal Amazonian attire; the fabric was clearly the finest quality silk, soft, warm, smooth, with a hint of powerful resilience, and not a single bit of excess flesh, one could imagine the healthy color underneath.
Vincent cherished and adored it even more, so much so that he dared not use force, only gently embracing with one hand, like a ruler measuring the waist. Although he knew that even with Antiope's strength, he couldn't harm Aunt Diana in the slightest.
A woman's waist is generally not to be touched; the sensation there is sometimes more acute than that of the feet.
After all.
Whether upwards or downwards, these are extremely important areas... Vincent gently embraced Aunt Diana's waist, making no other movements, or rather, this was enough for now.
This was already a big step forward from before.
Vincent could feel Aunt Diana's body trembling slightly, and suddenly felt relieved; it turned out he wasn't the only one so nervous and careful.
"Aunt Diana, this diadem." Vincent seemed to remember something and took out the starfire crown he had been clutching to his chest.
"Keep it with you for now," Diana said softly. "You need it right now."
"Okay, I'll take good care of it." Vincent nodded solemnly. After the battle this afternoon, he no longer resisted.
If he himself felt unable to bear this crown, how could he expect the Amazons of Themyscira to believe that he could bear and protect this crown and Aunt Diana's future?
"This afternoon, actually, I asked Antiope to specifically fight you." Diana gently tapped Vincent's forehead with a warm, cool finger, and said with a playful smile, "Before I awakened my divine power, I also trained with Antiope. So, I wanted her to help you with special training. I didn't expect you to hold back at all."
Vincent gave a wry smile. In fact, he had also noticed that Antiope had been holding back; this afternoon's 'battle' was more like a special sparring session.
Otherwise, with Antiope's strength, he wouldn't have lasted two rounds.
"For the next few days, you'll train with Antiope," Diana arranged. "You need to master more combat techniques. This way, after you activate the Lord of the Retinue ability, you'll be able to adapt and control the abilities of others better. You won't accidentally break the windows at home or lose control of your body like before."
"Alright." Vincent sighed, it seemed this relaxing and pleasant trip was completely ruined.
"If you perform well..." Diana thought for a moment, then suddenly took Vincent's hand, got up from the mattress, and walked out towards the passage, leaving him with a remark: "I'll let you hug me again tonight for a while."
Vincent's eyes immediately lit up.
He suddenly had a goal and motivation!
To better adapt to his physical abilities (×), to get a limited-time Aunt Diana body pillow (√)
...And so.
The next morning.
When General Antiope herself saw Vincent appear on the training ground, full of energy and enthusiastically requesting her guidance, she was a little bewildered.
Bewildered or not, Antiope still taught Vincent with strict seriousness.
Swordsmanship, spear throwing, archery, shield bash, horse riding... Even with basic training by human standards, Vincent was exhausted every day. He could only heal his body and mind at night by holding the excellent-feeling body pillow.
Just like that.
Three days passed quickly.
Diana and Vincent's last day on Themyscira finally arrived.