Whispering Verse

"At least you're honest."

Shade also admitted that most of the promises he made would come true, and honesty was one of the few qualities he was proud of.

Next, the four people selected the best poem from each other, so Shade naturally got the petals of the other three, and his own petals were given to Mr. Lyman. His poems were written by others, and Mr. Lyman was indeed superior in creating poetry.

Like last time, the butterfly god himself can also give two petals to illustrate his likes and dislikes. Then two petals floated out and passed over the gold and silver utensils and delicacies on the table. One petal stopped at Mr. Lyman's hand, and the other stopped at Sister Perry's hand.

So far, Shade has received six petals, one from Witch Bretchett, one from Sister Perry, and four from Mr. Lyman. Although Mr. Lyman is in the lead, there are still six petals waiting to be given in the final round, so it cannot be said that Mr. Lyman is definitely the final winner.

After this round, God did not give gifts to everyone individually, but directly announced the third event of the banquet:

"The original plan was for you to tell stories about butterflies, but I already got the story."

He smiled at Sha De, and Sha De's guess turned out to be false:

"So what do we end up doing?"

He asked softly, worried that there wouldn't be enough time left to sort out the problem. But the god just pointed at the group of butterflies above everyone's heads, whirling around the underground sky:

"Mortals, finally, show me your understanding of the beauty of butterflies. There are 178,753 butterflies here. Everyone chooses the one you think is the most beautiful, and then you judge each other. Just call them and they will come to you Fly here."

So the three witches immediately raised their heads, and then were forced to squint their eyes because the sky was too bright.

Only Shade looked at the god, and the god smiled and said:

"Outside guest, you don't want to choose me, do you?"

"Your beauty certainly surpasses all butterflies, but I don't have the guts to blaspheme yet."

Shade said softly, praising the beauty of the god's descended form. As for what this god's true form looks like, he can't see through the illusion of the [Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterfly] who is also known as the "God of Illusion".

The butterfly god still maintains a smile:

"Why don't you go pick out the butterflies? Wait a moment, and other mortals will pick out my most beautiful butterfly."

Shade shook his head slightly:

"To me, your butterfly is not nearly as beautiful as mine."

A swarm of red butterflies flew out of his sleeves, then divided into two clusters and gathered on the left and right sides behind him. A dense swarm of red butterflies gathered in a slightly frightening human form. With the use of spells, the flashing butterflies finally formed the appearance of Grace in a white dress and Helen in a black dress. Of course, it’s the mature appearance of them in their twenties.

Shade looked back at the two of them with a smile, then turned around and picked up the red wine glass in his hand, paying tribute to the God of Butterflies:

"Look, God of butterflies, these are my butterflies. Originally they were spotted by a respectable drinker, but fortunately I snatched them from the hands of the Duke by the lake at night."

"From being in a cage in the Duke's hands to being trapped in your cage?"

God asked softly, also picked up the goblet and clinked it with Shade in the air.

Shade sipped the red wine and shook his head slightly:

"I didn't imprison them. What imprisoned them was their mission and the power of that city."

This refers to Fort Midhill.

"No, you have indeed weaved a new cage. It is far more terrifying than the city and the mission. It is an emotional cage. What the Duke only wants is the ownership of body and soul, but you want more. They could not escape after all. Fences, they can only dance in the palm of your hand."

[Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterfly] said pointedly, Xia De did not refute:

"But at least my palm is big enough, and we mortals, even relics, are mortal to beings like you. Who can truly escape and gain true freedom?"

God smiled and shook his head, no longer entangled with Shade on this issue:

"However, I admit that your two butterflies are indeed beautiful. Stories will give girls charm, which is the same for any race. You have just told their stories, otherwise I would not admit them charm."

Shade put down his wine glass, resisted the discomfort and dizziness, and looked directly into the eyes of the god:

"Their names are Grace White and Helen Black. You already know their locations. If you can, please help them."

This has happened, but Shade must ensure that it will still happen.

"Father Tree's preference for you is really terrifying."

[The God of Butterflies] said softly:

"I will go and see your butterflies and see what the ungrown butterfly twins look like now. Although they have accepted the power of the twin gods, this does not prevent me from blessing the butterflies I like."

Shade nodded slightly, and Grace and Helen behind him turned into a swarm of red butterflies and dispersed.

He twisted the last petal he had not given away:

"I have always believed that Miss Grace White and Miss Helen Black are the most beautiful mortal butterflies in my heart. I firmly believe this."

"So, your last petal should be given to yourself?"

"No, I don't need to admit their beauty. You and the decent vampire duke both said that unusual stories and experiences will make girls more attractive. Their charm lies with me."

He tapped his chest and gave the last petal to Sister Perry. While the latter took it without knowing why, Shade whispered "Thank you".

Sister Perry had no idea why.

The god smiled without commenting, and the other three people who looked up and squinted at the butterflies also found their own butterflies in turn.

"God, I choose this."

The first one to speak was the witch Ms. Blechet, who had the best eyesight among the three.

The butterfly selected by the witch is overall blue-purple, with a brilliant metallic luster on its wings, and the ends of its forewings vary from dark blue, azure blue, and light blue, and the underside of the wings has rows of eye-like markings. This is a very gorgeous butterfly. After being selected by the witch, it flew around her and finally landed on the witch's hair, like a gorgeous blue-purple metal hair ornament.

"I will give the petals to myself, the most beautiful butterfly."

The words of the gorgeous middle-aged witch are also full of confidence.

"God, please allow me to choose this one."

Sister Perry was next, but what was a bit surprising was that the butterflies flying from high altitude actually looked like two dry leaves. The ventral surface of the wings is the color of dead leaves. When resting, there is a dark brown horizontal line from the top corner of the forewing to the hip corner of the hind wing, plus a few diagonal lines, which resemble leaf veins.

“Being one with nature and the earth, I love this butterfly.”

As the nun spoke, she stretched out her hand, let the butterfly rest on the pad of her right index finger, and then gave the petals to herself.

Finally it was Mr. Lehmann's turn. He stared blankly at the butterflies flying in the sky, and finally shook his head, having no choice:

"Sorry, God, the butterfly I admire must have the characteristics of a human girl. This is the purpose of my coming here. I don't want to violate my true inner thoughts in front of you and give the title of the most beautiful butterfly to a person. There’s only one butterfly I don’t love. If there isn’t the prettiest butterfly here, I won’t make a choice.”

Then he took out his leaf and handed it to the witch Bletchett:

"The butterfly this lady chose is relatively beautiful. I don't understand why the girl who appeared behind the gentleman over there just now is considered a butterfly. She just looks human."

In this way, Shade has six petals, Ms. Brecht has three petals, Sister Perry has three petals, and Mr. Lyman has four petals.

The mortals closed their eyes and waited for the final "sentence", while Shade looked at the god:

"The last two petals you give will determine who will win the favor of your family."

He reminded softly, and the last two petals flew from the god's hand, and then rotated around the large and terrifying round table. They did not stop next to someone immediately. God smiled and asked:

"Mortals, you came here for your own purposes and participated in this banquet that may cost you your life and soul. Before the final result occurs, I allow you to express your wishes for the last time."

"For greater power."

The witch remained firm on this.

"To touch the extraordinary."

the nun whispered softly.

"To find the girl I love."

Although the layout is smaller, Mr. Lyman does not feel ashamed at all.

God finally looked at Shade. Shade came here. Originally he had no wishes of his own, just to complete the task of the tree father, but now he has a wish:

"In order to obtain the god-summoning ceremony that calls you, and to witness the end of this story, who has won the favor of the gods' followers."

The god smiled and clapped his hands, and two petals fell on the hands of Ms. Bretchet and Sister Perry respectively.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Why?"

Shade asked in confusion.

"What are we doing?"

The butterfly god said gently.

"Attending a party?"

"Yes, everyone should enjoy this moment at the banquet of the earth and butterflies. I don't quite understand."

The lazy lady held up her side face with her right hand and looked at Shade:

"Why have you been so wary of me from the beginning?"

As he spoke, the orchestral music became louder, and more light came from above the underground cave, allowing everyone to bathe in this light:

"It's really fun to watch you come and go on alert. But isn't this a party?"