Chapter 371

The God of Light, who had just returned to the little gray dog's body, hadn't even had time to open his eyes when he felt his body being lifted into the air.

Lingwu didn't expect that Celia would be frightened.

But as Celia deviated from her original state, she continued to prepare.

She just deliberately lingered a little bit.

We're going to give Him a breathtaking moment.

The believers below gaped, covering their mouths to avoid making sounds that would offend the God of Light.

His eyes were fixed on the gray, unidentified object that was raised in an arc.

Mu Nashe remained calmly in place, not stepping forward to interrupt Ling Wu's impending moment of glory.

Just as she was escaping her daze, Celia came to her senses and tried to throw herself on the ground to cushion the little grey dog's fall.

At this critical moment—

Lingwu, wearing a divine crown, raised her hand.

Golden light surged in her hands.

Like fluttering, magnificent gold leaf, it fell down, gently lifting up the freckled little girl and her little gray dog ​​who should have fallen heavily to the ground.

Amidst this dreamlike and sacred scene, she slowly spoke:

"It's alright now."

Lingwu's voice wasn't as sweet as before, but it carried a gentle quality that could soothe the soul.

At least the God of Light, who landed smoothly, and Celia, who stood there in a daze, sensed it.

The believers below, who had been tightly covering their mouths, finally erupted in a loud, frenzied cheer:

"By the God of Light! I have witnessed the birth of the most powerful saint in history!"

Someone shouted, "Your Majesty Cynthia!"

Then came a tidal wave of "Your Majesty Cynthia," one after another.

"Your Majesty Cynthia!"

"Your Majesty Cynthia!"

"..."

Munashe was not surprised. After all, Cynthia could heal him in an instant, even as a sinner, let alone just catch a man and a dog in time.

The believers cheered for the golden power she unleashed and the perfect conclusion of the blessing ceremony.

However, "Your Majesty Cynthia"...

Munashe felt pleased about this, yet he couldn't hide his worry.

After all, the God of Light is still here, yet the believers have overstepped the title of saint bestowed upon them and are calling her "Her Majesty Cynthia".

His concerns were valid, and Ling Wu was well aware of that at that moment.

But this wasn't that important, because Lingwu discovered that He didn't care about His believers.

Celia was still standing there, seemingly in a daze, her brown curly hair playfully framing her rosy cheeks.

In the fervor, she detached herself from the comfort and warmth that had soothed her soul.

Celia slowly raised her head.

She didn't know how to face her mistakes.

Just now, she threw away her most cherished Marg herself.

“Celia is brave. The moment Mag was accidentally thrown out, your courage and kindness made you choose to leap out and catch it.”

Lingwu praised him clearly and specifically.

She didn't know what had happened to Celia, but Celia had indeed truly protected Cynthia.

She is simply too kind to distinguish between good and evil, but this can be corrected gradually through subtle influence.

This kindness is precious, and it would be such a pity if it disappeared.

Celia's cheeks slowly flushed red, and she lowered her head, clutching her lambskin skirt helplessly.

Celia felt as if she had been stung by tiny ants.

Because she felt a tingling, numb joy.

Right now, she is being praised by many people who are calling her "Your Majesty Cynthia".

As she thought about it, Celia picked up the little gray dog.

Her hands unconsciously stroked the little gray dog's fur.

"Is Celia really brave?" She looked up uncertainly and asked again in a low voice.

But her voice was drowned out by everyone's cheers of "Your Majesty Cynthia".

Celia felt she would never get an answer.

Because at this moment, Mu Nashe was already preparing to lead Ling Wu away.

After the blessing ceremony, one must go to the palace to receive further blessings, and then return to the temple to pray to the God of Light before this important day can be considered over.

This was too much for Cynthia.

Ling Wu did not leave immediately, but instead smiled faintly and looked at Celia.

Her amber eyes were clean and pure as she answered earnestly, "Celia is really brave and kind."

Celia couldn't tell whether the burning sensation on her face was from the apple-like sun overhead or from Her Majesty Cynthia's praise.

All she knew was that even years later, when she recalled this scene, she would still feel a tingling, itchy sensation, like ants gnawing at Her Majesty Cynthia.

Lingwu nodded to the fervent believers below her before stepping onto the carriage.

Throughout the process, he didn't look at the little grey dog ​​named Margot even once.

Inside the little grey dog's body, He was being disturbed by tens of thousands of prayers.

As He looked up to follow Ling Wu's departing figure, He heard a sigh from one of the palace guards.

He said, "Heaven knows how much effort the princes have put into winning Her Majesty Cynthia's favor."

As He was thinking, a small hand fell and pressed down on His head.

Celia nuzzled the little grey dog's head and said, "Great! Mag, you're finally awake! Did you hear Her Majesty Cynthia praising Celia?"

The little grey dog's eyes were fixed on Celia.

Those indifferent eyes made Celia feel exceptionally at ease.

Her mag is unlike any other puppy.

Marg was able to take care of her when she was very young.

Margot doesn't wag her tail or bark, but she will cover her with a blanket and take her away from dangerous places.

To her, Marg was like her brother.

"Marg, did you just hear that? Her Majesty Cynthia praised Celia for being brave and kind! Celia wants to see Her Majesty Cynthia again!"

The little girl's hands were trembling as she spoke, holding the little gray dog; she was clearly in a state of extreme excitement.

The little grey dog's eyes drooped.

He sensed his unhappiness.

This was His own emotion, not something He felt through the Caucasus.

Cynthia seems to often praise many people.

He would praise Nora, he would praise the nuns, he would praise the believers, and now he would praise Celia, whom he had only met once.

Even just an unhappy emotion lingered in His mind for a long time.

He has no emotions or desires; in the high realm of the gods, He is as indifferent as a horizontal line.

After Celia returned home safely, He still went to the palace, wanting to see how Cynthia would praise all the princesses and princes in their hearts.

Will she make a wish so that they will be happy every day?

At this moment, Lingwu had already bestowed blessings upon the King and Queen.

Bathed in a golden glow, the palace, which is less than a fraction of the size of St. Peter's Square, was also drenched in gold.

The sacred color overshadowed the opulence of the goldware.

They prostrated themselves on the ground, their fanatical demeanor no different from the common people they scorned in the open square.

In the temple where divine authority was concentrated, there were two gazes that differed from fanaticism.

Tao Ruhua has an outstanding temperament; her blonde hair and blue eyes, and her black hair and black eyes are the most striking features in the school.

Duke Leon exuded a strong aura of killing intent, and his handsome features stood out even among a group of deep-set faces.

Taking advantage of the brief moment of bestowing blessings, Lingwu secretly gave Tao Ruhua and Duke Leon a smile.

Unbeknownst to her, a golden light quietly fell into Tao Ruhua's palm. She seemed to sense it and her fingertips trembled slightly. She resisted the urge to look and tried her best to remain calm.

The moment Lingwu locked eyes with Tao Ruhua, she sensed that the Caucasian dog beside her had changed its aura.

A sacred and detached quality is particularly prominent in a dog.

Lingwu calmly withdrew her gaze.

It was worth waiting until now to pass it on to Tao Ruhua.