Ever since Tribbie was fixed, Aglaea completely treated Oliver as an honored guest.
In order to cling to his leg, she frequently came to visit Oliver and Castorice.
And then she would present them with clothes she had personally woven.
"As expected of someone who started as a tailor, this craftsmanship is truly impeccable."
Oliver was wearing a set of black Hima casual wear, adorned with gold accessories, and one shoulder was exposed.
Castorice was also wearing new clothes, a set of pure white luxurious attire, which made her look even more like a wealthy young lady than before.
"If you like it, I can learn how to make them too."
Seeing that Oliver really liked the new clothes, Castorice conceived the idea of learning tailoring herself.
Her hobby was making small crafts, like sewing a little Oliver cloth doll or something similar.
Now that she saw Oliver wearing clothes made by another woman, she felt a little sour inside.
She wanted to see Oliver wear clothes she had personally made and then praise her craftsmanship.
"Then I'll start looking forward to it right now."
Oliver smiled and rubbed Castorice's head.
To be honest, he really wanted to see what kind of clothes Castorice would make.
"It's a pity, though; it's the day we switch places, so I can only start learning a year from now."
Castorice chuckled, then returned to the Underworld wearing her new clothes.
Today was the day the two sisters switched places again.
Unconsciously, a year had already passed in Okhema.
Just as Oliver was reflecting alone,
The doorbell rang.
He didn't need to look to know who it was.
There was one person who had been frequently trying to curry favor with him over the past year.
When he opened the door, the person standing before him was indeed Aglaea.
"Mr. Oliver, the Golden Silk has already covered the entire city, and I can now monitor all sounds across Okhema."
As soon as Aglaea entered, she said proudly, "Of course, except for you, I haven't left any Golden Silk here. That is a basic sign of respect for you."
Therefore, Oliver's house was the only place in Okhema that was not monitored.
Oliver smiled. "You've taken the high road."
If this were the ruthless version of Aglaea, she wouldn't be able to sleep soundly without monitoring everyone.
She would definitely do something foolish.
That's why Oliver preferred the humane Aglaea; she was both gentle and sensible.
"Mr. Oliver, would you like to hear the sounds of Okhema?"
Aglaea asked.
Oliver was also curious about the Golden Silk. "How do I do that?"
Aglaea spread her hands and smiled, saying, "Just hold my hand."
Oliver wasn't sentimental; he immediately reached out and interlaced his fingers with Aglaea's.
At that instant, he truly heard many voices speaking.
He could even see images captured by the Golden Silk bugs.
She truly deserved to be called a human surveillance system, the Sky Eye Satellite of Okhema.
"May I ask what you two are doing?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out beside his ear.
Oliver turned his head to look.
Polyxenia had arrived.
She was staring at Oliver's and Aglaea's interlaced hands.
Her eyes, which were usually squinted, were now wide open, fixed on their hands.
Aglaea was startled.
She had been focused on listening to other sounds and hadn't noticed her surroundings.
When she carefully observed the girl who had suddenly appeared, waves immediately surged in her heart.
Why did this girl also give off a feeling of being the same kind?
Moreover, she looked very similar to Castorice.
Is she the Death Titan?!
Could there be two Death Titans?
She stared blankly at Polyxenia, her face filled with astonishment.
The existence of two Titans was something she had never heard of.
Could one of them be fake?
"Let me introduce you. Polyxenia, the Death Titan herself."
Seeing Aglaea spacing out, Oliver proactively explained the cause and effect.
Resurrecting the Death Titan, repairing Castorice, two Titans, two sparks, exchanging duties to guard the Underworld.
Only after Oliver's explanation did Aglaea have no choice but to accept this fact.
"Excuse me, I need to go back and digest this."
Aglaea left, rubbing her forehead; the information overload was overwhelming.
Because this matter conflicted slightly with her and her teacher's worldview.
She needed to go brief her teacher.
After Aglaea left, only Oliver and Polyxenia remained in the room.
"My sister said I also have new clothes, so I hurried over."
Polyxenia seemed unconcerned about what had just happened and changed the subject.
Oliver placed the custom-made clothes in Polyxenia's arms and asked her to try them on.
Soon.
A graceful, beautiful girl appeared before Oliver.
She had removed her eye mask and looked like a normal girl next door.
"Do I look good?"
Polyxenia spun around in front of Oliver, showing herself off without reservation.
"You look great. Absolutely beautiful."
Oliver praised her.
Polyxenia suddenly showed a slightly sad expression. "Are you going to abandon me?"
Oliver felt slightly confused. He was clearly praising her beauty, so how did that connect to abandonment?
"Why do you ask that?"
Polyxenia: "You looked very intimate with that person just now. I thought you were going to live with her."
Oliver: "Just now, I was borrowing her power to eavesdrop on others."
Polyxenia: "Really? You're not lying to me?"
Oliver: "Do you think I would lie to you?"
Polyxenia shook her head and smiled. "No, I trust you."
With the misunderstanding cleared up, the gloom in Polyxenia's heart immediately vanished.
But she still had some lingering worries.
Seeing Oliver intimate with another woman just now made her feel an indescribable bitterness in her heart.
She wanted to rush over and pull the two of them apart.
Only when her sister was intimate with Oliver did she feel normal; in fact, she would be happy.
As she thought, the plot device of love rivals and stomach-churning jealousy from CEO romance novels surfaced in her mind.
Polyxenia didn't like the trope where the supporting female character steals the male lead.
At this moment, it seemed as though she had made some kind of decision.
"Oliver... please push me against the wall..."
Polyxenia's voice rang out, no longer in her usual clear, steady tone, but unusually dry and strained.
She paused, seemingly gathering her last bit of courage, yet her gaze stubbornly refused to move away even slightly.
Then, her eyes dropped for a moment, quickly sweeping over the purple silk across her chest, before suddenly lifting up again, stabbing straight into Oliver's eyes.
That look contained pleading, along with a determination that was almost sacrificial.
"You really are obsessed with CEO romance novels."
Oliver teased her, but still, as usual, he skillfully pressed Polyxenia against the wall.
Satisfying this small little quirk of hers.
"Oliver, do you like me?"
Polyxenia suddenly asked.
Oliver nodded without hesitation. "Of course I do."
Are you kidding? Who wouldn't like such a cute and beautiful girl?
Over twenty years, he spent ten years with Castorice.
And the other ten years he spent constantly by this girl's side. How could he not have feelings for her?
It should be said that Oliver had feelings for both sisters.
"I know there is only one way for people to express affection..."
"Please tear this off and prove it to me."
Polyxenia tugged at the neckline of her new clothes.
This time, it was Oliver's turn to be dumbfounded.
Isn't this 'play' going a bit too far today?
How did I turn the girl next door into this?
"Do you know what you are doing?"
Oliver asked in a cold voice.
"I know."
Polyxenia's face was completely flushed, but she still met Oliver's gaze. "Please… be a little rougher."
Oliver nodded lightly. "As you wish."