Chapter 266: Your Laughing Face is Divine too

Ooohhh!!”

Tania voiced in pure awe, her voice rising with excitement as she settled herself more comfortably on my lap.

Her body was nestled warmly against mine while her violet eyes stayed glued to the glowing screen that hovered gently in the air before us.

“What is she going to do now?! Will she actually die right here? Tell me, please!”

“Haha! Chill, chill,” I replied with a light laugh, reaching down to pat her head gently, my fingers brushing through the soft strands of her silver hair in a soothing rhythm. “I am not going to spoil even a single moment of it for you. Just keep watching and see what happens next with your own eyes.”

“Okay!”

She chirped happily, her tone bright and full of energy as she quickly moved her full attention back to the screen, leaning forward just a little with eager anticipation sparkling across her features.

It was really heartwarming, the simple way we had tucked ourselves together on the soft, plush couch in the grand throne room.

The two of us were sitting close together, sharing this quiet, intimate moment as we watched TV together.

In a world that had never known anything like it before.

The cushions felt wonderfully comfortable beneath us, cradling our bodies as the faint glow from the screen cast shifting lights across our faces in the otherwise dimly lit space.

Yes, I had realized something truly useful about the combination of magic and my one of my abilities known as [World Lord].

That power granted me a certain degree of control over what happened within my environment and the surrounding area, allowing me to shape some details to my liking.

Of course, it demanded an enormous amount of focus and even a significant amount of mental energy to use it on a truly large scale.

This ultimately makes grand changes to my environment exhausting and difficult to maintain for long.

But for something as simple and contained as creating an optic visual like this floating screen, it turned out to be nothing more than child’s play.

Effortless and smooth, requiring barely any strain at all.

And with the help of magic, Sys could carefully paint and animate moving images drawn straight from my memories.

Bringing them to life inside that glowing panel so that anyone sitting here could see them clearly, just as if it was a real TV.

What a groundbreaking invention this would be in a fantasy world like this one, right?

Something so ordinary from my old life now felt revolutionary here, capable of bringing entirely new forms of entertainment and wonder to those who had never experienced anything similar.

No, actually, even on earth this thing I’m doing would be likewise groundbreaking.

A TV that doesn’t use electricity?

But right now, we were watching that particular series I had casually dabbled in back on Earth.

The one called Madonna Magical Girl.

At the beginning when I first watched it, it had seemed so cute and innocent, filled with bright colors, cheerful music, and lighthearted adventures that felt perfectly aimed at younger viewers.

But as the episodes progressed, the story gradually started tilting toward darker territory, introducing elements of gore and blood that added a surprising edge to the otherwise whimsical tale.

It had been quite popular among middle schoolers and teenagers back home, so I had thought that Tania might enjoy it as well.

I mean, given how lively and curious she always seemed, like a teen.

And she totally loved it, there was no denying that.

Her violet eyes were wide open with fascination, drinking in every single frame as though she had probably never seen anything quite like this before in her entire life.

The series itself, I mean—the way the characters moved, the dramatic shifts in tone, the vibrant visuals that danced across the screen. It clearly held her complete attention, pulling her deeper into the story with every passing minute.

I was also using telepathy to sync the sounds in her head, too.

It was actually a lot of work going on in the background; Sys was working her butt off for free, while my job was to just sit there and maintain the telepathic connection with Tania.

When I had first performed the optic visual trick to create the screen, she had actually laughed at me playfully.

She was teasing me for doing something that she claimed already existed in some form and calling my version unique as if it were the most amusing thing in the world.

But look at her now… completely captivated, leaning in closer with her small hands resting on my arms, her expression one of pure delight mixed with suspense as the plot unfolded.

We’ve been here for some hours now.

I reached out gently and brought one of her braids back over her shoulder.

My fingers were slowly rubbing along its length, savoring the incredible smoothness and softness of her silver hair as it slipped through my hand like the finest silk.

It looked exactly like the hair of Silver Moss and Briar—flowing with the same ethereal quality that seemed to catch even the faintest light in the room and reflect it back in gentle shimmers.

Like this…

Moments of simple joy and closeness like these were what I truly wanted for all my loved ones.

I wanted every single one of them to be smiling like this all the time, their faces lit up with happiness and free from worry.

It had become a serious life objective for me now, something I held close to my heart and intended to protect with everything I had.

The Mark family… Sounds good, I guess.

Oh?

The episode had just finished, the screen fading to a soft glow as the credits rolled quietly across it.

I thought that was the end of that particular season, the story wrapping up on a tense note that left plenty of room for more adventures ahead.

But as I was about to mentally prepare the beginning of the second season—actually, Sys was the one who handled that part, not me, since she could pull the memories more efficiently—I felt Tania shift slightly and then rest her head gently against my chest.

Her body relaxed fully into mine, warm and trusting, as if this was the most natural place in the world for her to be.

“That was pretty fun, Benjamin…” She giggled lightly, the sound soft and melodic as she tilted her head upward to look directly into my face, her violet eyes sparkling with lingering excitement.

She continued; “Thanks for showing me that. I have never seen anything like it before… So, did you actually know her? The girl in the story, I mean?”

“Pfft!” I almost let out a spit-take laugh at the sheer honesty and innocence of her question.

“No, it wasn’t real at all,” I clarified, “It was created: those images you were seeing were all made up, brought to life through stories and imagination… and a magical process known as, uh, animation.”

But her subsequent shock, the way her eyes widened dramatically in surprise at my explanation, only made me continue laughing so hard that I momentarily forgot myself.

My shoulders were shaking with amusement that filled the entire throne room with its warmth.

I wondered when the last time was that I had laughed this freely and this hard, without any restraint or worry weighing me down.

“So… your laughing face… is divine too…” she murmured softly, her voice carrying a tender note that cut through my laughter.

Tsk.

And she just had to spoil this rare, unguarded moment of mine with that comment, didn’t she?

Now, she had twisted her body around carefully until she was facing me directly, still comfortably seated on my lap with her legs straddling mine.

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