"Meow!"
A Little Orange Cat walked in from the open balcony of the house, and behind it, a short cat tail was still wrapped around a glass jar. Inside the glass jar was a colorful starfish.
Those pair of dark green cat pupils, and a single sky-blue eye, simultaneously watched Vincent's return.
"Alright, alright, I know you guys are still here."
Vincent's old face flushed. He tried hard to pull up the pants of his stealth suit, which had slipped down. Although he was sandwiched by a beautiful noblewoman and a cute tomboy, his current posture and state were too far from that of a king's return.
It was Diana who spoke first in a calm voice: "Wanda, I won't scold him anymore. Go prepare a change of sleepwear for him."
"Okay, Miss Diana."
Upon hearing this, Wanda's delicate, doll-like face flushed faintly, like her hair color.
She hurriedly got off Vincent, who was lying on her, and ran into Vincent's room with small steps.
Diana looked down at the young man lying on her lap, and lightly flicked his forehead with her crystalline, fair finger: "You've really grown up. You're covered in sweat and a bloody smell, and also..."
As if she sensed Wanda was about to come out of the room, her words stopped abruptly, and she whispered: "Come to my room after you've washed."
"Okay, Aunt Diana."
Vincent obediently nodded... After scrubbing himself from head to toe in the bathroom, Vincent changed out of his tattered, seemingly disposable stealth suit, confirmed that his body was sparkling clean, with only the scent of shampoo and soap remaining, and then put on a long-sleeved cotton pajama set.
Since today was Sunday, and he had school tomorrow, Wanda had already gone back to sleep.
Vincent didn't even return to his own room. After coming out of the bathroom, he went directly to Aunt Diana's room in the house.
He opened the door.
Under the soft, dim modern room lighting, the exquisitely beautiful, black-haired woman with a divine aura was sitting on the bed.
She was no longer wearing her Wonder Woman battle suit, but had changed into a new, stylish home outfit of a white gauze dress. At first glance, it looked a bit like an oversized men's white shirt. The firm beauty of her chest outlined a towering and alluring curve, and below, two long and delicate beautiful legs dangled from the bottom of the dress. Due to the length of her legs, they could only be tilted and stacked together, as fair and crystalline as perfect works of art crafted from ivory.
She wasn't reading books or documents as usual. Diana seemed to have been waiting on the bed for a long time, her beautiful eyes fixed directly on the young man who walked in through the door. Her face, which only a god could sculpt, was as calm as ever, her heroic and thick brows carrying a hint of sharp delineation.
It wasn't an intimidating aura without anger, but rather nobility and divine charm, like a divine crown enshrined in an ancient Greek temple, making people instinctively want to kneel and submit.
"Aunt Diana, I was really wrong..."
Vincent obediently walked in from the doorway, like a wolf with its tail between its legs, like a child who had done something wrong and wanted to beg for mercy.
If Spider-Man from the parallel Universe saw this scene, he would definitely be dumbfounded. Was this still the cold young man who slaughtered super villains like dogs?
Yes.
No matter how tough, domineering, or invincible Vincent appeared outside, when he returned home to face the woman before him, he would shed all his armor and defenses, revealing his soft inner self.
It could be said that.
Facing Aunt Diana, Vincent would always be that child who never grew up, and he was happy for it to be so.
If the object was Aunt Diana, Vincent felt that even being second only to a god for a lifetime was not out of the question.
As long as Aunt Diana was above.
And he was below... "Come here."
Diana glanced at Vincent and lightly patted her lap.
"Aunt Diana. No way, again..."
Vincent blinked helplessly, but still cooperatively climbed onto the bed. He was about to lie down on her lap when Diana suddenly reached out and pulled him into a soft embrace.
This was—Aunt Diana's hug?
Better late than never?
Vincent was stunned for a moment.
It had been a long time since Aunt Diana had hugged him like this. He smelled the faint, ethereal scent of violets, as if he were in the sacred land of Mount Olympus, and suddenly felt so tired and weary that he wanted to fall asleep.
However.
Vincent knew it wasn't time to sleep yet. He closed his eyes, then roused himself and opened his bright eyes, exhaling softly: "Aunt Diana, many things happened this weekend..."
There was no intention or need to hide anything from Aunt Diana.
Vincent proactively recounted some of the events he experienced and that occurred this weekend, both at Superman Kal's house and during Gwen's coming-of-age ceremony.
Diana did not interrupt Vincent's words, merely holding him gently and listening quietly, her beautiful eyes occasionally showing a thoughtful and wise expression.
After he finished speaking.
Vincent was still waiting for Aunt Diana's reprimand or lecture, but to his surprise, Diana pondered for a moment, then calmly and thoughtfully mused: "This is exactly as I had envisioned before. Through different mediums and levels of contact, your abilities will manifest with different expressions."
"Uh, Aunt Diana, you're not angry?"
Vincent himself felt displeased if Aunt Diana didn't scold him once or twice.
"What I'm angry about is that you suddenly traveled to another dimension, and I couldn't save you even if I wanted to."
Diana raised her gentle index finger, lightly pressing against Vincent's forehead, and said seriously: "As for—Kara and Gwen are both very good girls, and their extraordinary abilities are excellent. If it's them, I can rest assured. However, you must take responsibility in the future. If you start something and then abandon it, I will..."
Diana hesitated for a moment, ultimately unable to utter harsh words.
"Aunt Diana, I will definitely take responsibility."
Vincent said with conviction, suddenly reaching out and grasping Diana's finger, as if holding a piece of soft, cool beautiful jade.
Diana avoided his burning gaze, withdrawing her finger, but found that the young man held it firmly, so she let him continue to hold it.
She suddenly said: "There's one more thing you didn't notice."
"What thing?"
Vincent asked curiously, also knowing that Aunt Diana's long-awaited debriefing had arrived.
Every time he experienced a supernatural event, after informing Aunt Diana, she would always stand from his perspective, analyze and debrief with a god's experience, helping him improve any shortcomings or omissions.
"Why did you gain Body of Steel from Kara, and Spider-Sense from Gwen, and not some other extraordinary abilities they possess...?" Diana's beautiful eyes flickered with a faint light.
Vincent was stunned.
He had indeed never considered this question, assuming that these permanent abilities were randomly acquired by the Lord of the Retinue.
Diana continued: "If you can find the determining factor for acquiring these permanent abilities, you will be able to accurately obtain the extraordinary abilities you desire."
Vincent's eyes widened in surprise.
It must be said, Aunt Diana's idea was too bold!
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