“…??”
“Hmm? What does ‘hmm’ mean? Your Highness, does this mean you’ve accepted my confession??!!”
“Or… did he misunderstand me and think I wanted to join his pantheon after becoming a god?”
“Why, why did it have to be just a ‘hmm’!!”
Sislia’s emotions were like a roller coaster.
Soaring up one moment, plunging down the next.
Meanwhile, the true culprit watched calmly, perfectly at ease, at the awkward, lovesick girl who could not get what she wanted.
Truth be told.
Though a little surprised, Lu Ming thought about it for a moment.
Sislia acting this way was actually quite normal—not just because of the Seduction Physique that came with the Authority of Pleasure.
It was also due to her strange behavior lately.
Lu Ming wasn’t some clueless boy—maybe he missed it the first time.
But if he missed it several times, then there was no excuse. He just hadn’t considered that possibility before.
After all, with Sislia’s temperament and faith, it seemed unlikely.
She was, after all, a follower of the Dawn Goddess.
The Dawn Goddess was famously uninterested in men.
In her Church, you wouldn’t even see a single man.
***
“What’s wrong? Sislia, are you feeling unwell?”
Lu Ming spoke up at just the right time, feigning ignorance, his tone tinged with teasing.
Sislia relaxed slightly at his words, the tight string in her heart loosening a bit.
But she still didn’t dare look up at Lu Ming, feeling extremely frustrated, with a sense of hope and loss all mixed together.
“N-no, I’m fine.”
“Your Highness, I’ve said all I needed to say, so I’ll take my leave.”
With that, Sislia quickly turned and walked toward the entrance of the Divine Realm.
But her heart was so heavy and her thoughts so tangled that she could barely focus on walking.
Instead, she was caught up in pondering what exactly His Highness’s words meant.
And so, as she passed a certain bush, she didn’t notice a well-shaped leg suddenly stretch out in front of her.
Just like that, the absent-minded Sislia was tripped by this mischievous foot.
But she only twisted her ankle a little, immediately regaining her balance.
***
“In Your Highness’s eyes, do I look pitiful now, like a clown? I get it. I’ll go on my own, Your Highness…”
Sislia sighed inwardly, smiling wryly at herself.
She immediately prepared to use Divine Healing to reduce the swelling in her ankle.
“After all, I’m a Half-god. As if I’d cry like that little girl Garcia just from twisting my ankle.”
“And then I’d hop adorably to Your Highness’s side, all teary-eyed.”
“And tell him, ‘I twisted my ankle, Your Highness. I can’t walk. Can I not leave your Divine Realm today?’”
“And then the kind, gentle ‘Ymir’ would look at me dotingly and say, ‘You really are hopeless.’”
“And then keep me here, right?…”
Sislia’s pupils trembled.
She was utterly shocked by the idea that had just flashed through her mind.
“T-this… how could I even come up with something like that??”
Just imagining it made Sislia’s skin crawl.
This absolutely wasn’t something she’d ever consider.
For her to act cutesy like a little girl—she’d rather draw her sword and challenge the God of War…
But!!
With His Highness’s personality, maybe he really wouldn’t refuse, and would let her stay here.
As long as she could remain by his side.
As long as she could draw close to him once again!
Sislia’s eyes suddenly grew resolute, just as they had when she first pledged her faith to the Dawn Goddess.
She let her ankle swell even more, and, afraid it wasn’t enough, quietly twisted it again herself.
She forced out a few tears, imitating Garcia or Yani from her memory.
Her mouth awkwardly puckered into a pout.
Sislia turned around and strode confidently toward Lu Ming.
Halfway there, she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be limping because of her swollen ankle.
Sislia’s heart thudded, and her already-strained expression became even more awkward.
Hurriedly, she switched tactics and started hopping toward that figure.
But after a couple hops, she couldn’t keep it up.
“Hiss!”
“Which foot did I twist just now… was it my left?”
But to her embarrassment, Sislia realized that she was now pretending her right foot was injured.
Her left—the one she’d actually twisted—was bouncing along just fine.
Lu Ming, waiting nearby, couldn’t stand to watch anymore. He shouldn’t have planted those ideas in Sislia’s head.
He should have known she just wasn’t that kind of person.
“Sislia, you twisted your ankle, didn’t you?”
Within his own Divine Realm, Lu Ming forcibly acted as if he’d seen nothing.
He appeared behind Sislia, intentionally leaning close to her ear and speaking gently.
Sislia’s mind was a complete mess.
Standing behind her was the figure she dreamed of, day and night.
That sweet, enchanting scent—like a ripe, juicy grape.
Just inhaling it made her mouth water uncontrollably.
In just a moment, Sislia’s legs began to tremble again.
“I-I’m not being improper.”
“??”
Lu Ming raised a brow.
Leaning forward, he saw Sislia’s rosy cheeks and dazed, drunken expression.
His expression instantly turned mischievous.
What on earth is going on in this girl’s head right now?
Feeling playful, Lu Ming spoke in a voice like a devil’s whisper.
“Sislia, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Sislia seemed to sink into a deep trance.
She shook her head repeatedly, her face full of panic at being caught.
Then, subconsciously, she opened her moist, red lips.
“No, Your Highness, I’m not! I’m not!”
“I—I am a…”
“Hmm? What are you? Say it.”
Sislia nervously bit her lip.
“I—I’m a good girl, I’m… I’m Your Highness’s good girl.”
Lu Ming gave a wicked laugh, his eyes narrowing, exuding the aura of a true bad woman.
Utterly seductive and dangerous.
“Oh? So Sislia is a good girl after all.”
Sislia nodded rapidly.
Her soft hair brushed across Lu Ming’s face, tickling the tip of his nose.
Lu Ming chuckled again, suddenly changing position.
He leaned to the other side of Sislia’s face, breathing softly against her neck.
His voice grew dreamy and indistinct, impossible to tell who it was.
“Sislia, ‘Ymir’ is my dearest friend. As a follower of the Dawn Goddess, how can you act this way?”
“Do you still have room in your heart for the Dawn Goddess? For me?”
Sislia’s face turned panic-stricken in an instant.
Her small, delicate, dewy face looked so pitiable, it tugged at the heartstrings.
From behind, Lu Ming lifted her chin.
His own face pressed close to Sislia’s.
“I don’t want to be like this either… My heart was already filled by Your Highness, but whenever I think of her, I…”
***
In that same temple of fertility.
Lisi quietly stood before the Statue, accompanied by a woman whose features closely resembled her own.
A woman of holy beauty.
“How strange, why isn’t His Highness paying attention to me? I know he’s here…”
“Sister, it’s alright. As long as we can see His Highness, it’s worth waiting as long as it takes.”
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