Chapter 365

"Thump—"

Cynthia's figure met the platinum-gold light.

During daily prayers, He would always appear whenever Cynthia was present.

The believers firmly believe this.

I still remember Cynthia falling ill in the cold winter, her nose and cheeks turning as red as apples from the cold.

That time, many believers, nuns, and even cardinals were deeply worried that this lovely and beautiful saint would have to pray again.

Pope Muna said, "The great God of Light will forgive the saints who are unable to pray to Him in person because of illness."

Cynthia did not go to pray that day.

The God of Light was also the only one who did not send down divine light.

But what surprised them so much that their jaws nearly dropped to the floor was—

The God of Light has descended!

That was the first time they had ever seen the magnificent figure of the God of Light!

Unfortunately, they were unable to see the true form of the great God of Light, and Cynthia was also unable to see him due to her illness.

At this moment, Lingwu was face to face with the God of Light.

He still looked holy, seated high on the throne, his face obscured.

"Cynthia, how are you feeling today?" That was always the first question He asked.

The little girl knelt on the ground, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

One hundred and fifty-eight days ago was the first day that Cynthia did not pray to Him.

One hundred and fifty-eight days ago, Cynthia would call Him "God of Light" in a sweet tone every day, but He did not see her that day.

He did not know she was sick until Munash prayed.

God does not get sick, so when He learned that Cynthia, who spoke to Him every day, was ill, He was rarely surprised.

It turns out that Cynthia was just an ordinary human being.

When people pray to him, they always ask him to grant them divine light so that they may be freed from the torment of illness.

He cannot comprehend this kind of pain.

But after He experienced silence, He returned to the state where He had been disturbed by prayers.

He thought, perhaps this could be considered a form of torment from illness.

When people are in pain, they can pray to the worshippers in the temple for healing, seek help from doctors in the clinic, or pray for His descent.

But His antidote seems to be only Cynthia.

So when Cynthia fell ill that day, He personally healed her.

That day, Cynthia's cheeks and nose were red.

He often heard the temple followers secretly saying in their hearts that Cynthia was very cute.

At that time, He also approved of their ideas.

Cynthia is really cute.

But Cynthia had her eyes closed and did not meet His gaze.

He finds peace only when Cynthia looks upon him.

Just like now.

It was quiet in His ears.

“Cynthia is happy today, just like yesterday,” Ling Wu said, frowning.

He looked at the little girl's furrowed brow and, following Ling Wu's lead, asked again:

"Then why are you frowning?"

Ling Wu remained silent for a moment.

Just when He thought the problem would end there, the little girl lowered her head.

Despite His preparations, He was still overwhelmed by countless prayers.

“Great God of Light, I am your faithful follower Karin. I pray that my youngest son can find a kind and beautiful rich lady.”

“Great God of Light, I am a servant in charge of the horse farm at Earl Worthington Manor. I earnestly pray that you will bless me so that one day I may also become the master of the horse farm.”

"..."

Of all the prayers, the little girl's voice was clear and melodious.

She said, "Cynthia doesn't feel she's devout to you."

He felt a strange emotion.

She's not devout? Why?

"Why?" He asked.

"Because Cynthia wants to have a soft cushion under her knees when she meets you." The little girl lowered her head guiltily, her fluffy little head peeking out.

He inexplicably found her very cute.

Just because of a soft cushion, I feel like I'm not devout.

But at this moment, His ears are filled with all sorts of greedy requests from humankind.

He almost laughed, so much so that the corners of his lips, which hadn't smiled for millennia, curved into a slight upward arc.

"Is there anything else Cynthia wants?" He asked with a very faint smile.

Lingwu then looked up, murmured a forbidden incantation, and offered Him a sweet treat.

He countered, "Don't you think Cynthia was greedy?"

This was the first time the little girl had asked Him a question, so He pondered it for a long time.

Enjoying the quiet around him, He answered, "Cynthia is a simple and kind child."

During his deliberations, He did indeed compare Cynthia with the people of the world, and ultimately arrived at this answer.

The little girl had curved eyebrows and bright, sparkling eyes.

Are you Quacincia?

“Hmm,” He said.

Cynthia was very happy.

He unconsciously curled the corners of his lips again.

As the divine light faded, the little girl appeared before the statue, clutching a soft, pink cushion.

Although the believers had long witnessed how much Cynthia was favored by the God of Light, they were still inevitably surprised by the extra cushions.

Ling Wu gave a sweet smile to the group of people.

Then he looked at Munashe and said, "Your Holiness, this is a gift from the God of Light to the obedient Cynthia."

In Munashe's eyes, the little girl was hugging the cushion, looking somewhat afraid of him.

After the little girl finished speaking, Munashe received disapproving looks from the group of believers.

Even the cardinal, who always placed the utmost importance on etiquette and rules, stared at him disapprovingly.

Mu Nashe's long, golden hair was always neither too long nor too short, ending at his ankles. He looked down at the little dumpling.

A fleeting wave of emotion stirred within me at the fervor of the believers for her.

"Since it is a gift from the great God of Light, then please cherish it even more in the future, Your Majesty." His tone was icy and smoky, a tone he was used to.

The little girl hugged the cushion, lowered her head, and said, "Okay."

“Your Holiness, Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is still young. I think you could soften your tone a little,” the cardinal advised.

The other believers nodded in agreement, but were not allowed to speak.

Munashe looked at the cardinal with incomprehension.

The protective look in those old eyes was almost identical to that of the cow mother he had once blessed.

"..." Mu Na didn't want to talk to him.

“Your Holiness, I think if you continue like this, it will negatively hinder Her Majesty’s growth,” the cardinal said again.

Munashe twirled the scepter in his hand for a moment.

This is a sign of the Pope's impatience.

Knowing this well, the cardinal added, "I think even the God of Light wouldn't want to see you like this."

A cold indifference slowly settled in Munashe's azure eyes. He withdrew his gaze from the cardinal and turned it to the seemingly lost little girl in front of him.

“Cynthia is very good,” Munashe still praised her.

This was the first time Munashe had praised anyone other than the God of Light, but it seemed as if he was being forced to.

So much so that he continued to impatiently spin the scepter.

Lingwu hugged the soft cushion, looked up at him, and gave him a sweet smile.

“Cynthia thinks His Holiness the Pope is also very good.”

Munasha paused in his hand as he spun the scepter.

He had never received such praise from anyone before. After a moment of silence, he nodded and turned to leave.

Since Cynthia arrived a year ago, he has received divine pronouncements almost every day.

The oracle contained only the words "Cynthia" and "Saintess," so he often saw her, whom the God of Light remembered.

Unsurprisingly, in his daily meetings with Cynthia, he had no choice but to include her among the people around him.

But his expressionless face and cold voice always made the little girl serious and solemn.

He had considered making changes, but he couldn't find the right opportunity or take the first step.

But under the cardinal's pressure, he suddenly realized that Cynthia, who was favored by the God of Light, was neither arrogant nor pretentious.

On the contrary, they are very easy to coax.

Just a cardinal...

Ravens are rampant in the westernmost part of the continent, and calamity is spreading. He originally wanted to go there personally to bestow divine light, but now it seems that the bishop is the best choice.