Chapter 373

Serafina thought she would see the markings of the temple carved on it.

To her surprise, she met a pair of extremely beautiful amber eyes.

For just a fleeting moment, the curtain was drawn, obscuring those beautiful eyes.

Serafina was frustrated that she hadn't had a chance to respond, but with her mind blank, she didn't know what to say.

Inside the carriage.

"Nora, that's enough," Lingwu said.

Ruola knelt before Lingwu, slowly lowered the carriage curtain, and then stopped, but still did not get up.

"Does Your Majesty like Serafina?" Nora's eyes were filled with such tenderness that they almost seemed tangible.

"Yes." Ling Wu nodded, adding, "She's very cute, isn't she?"

“Yes. As long as Your Majesty likes it and it’s harmless to you, Nora will find it cute,” Nora said.

Nora doesn't seem like a person from this country, a country where people can openly express their affection.

But Nora was reserved and adhered to traditional etiquette.

She always had a stern face, so much so that many nuns would subconsciously become serious whenever they saw her.

She had no friends or family.

So when Lingwu first said that Ruola was her friend, Ruola's attitude softened.

As they spent more time together, Ruola, for some reason, began to see Lingwu as a child who needed protection.

Then, Lingwu put the candy that Ruola gave her together with the cushion that the God of Light gave her.

At that moment, Nora's devout service to the God of Light suddenly wavered, and she chose someone else instead.

"Nora, how did you get to the temple?" Lingwu asked.

Ruola knelt before Lingwu, her head bowed as she pondered how to express herself.

As always, she did not make any other movements while she was thinking.

“I was brought back to the temple by His Holiness the Pope when I was five years old.” She added, “His Holiness the Pope is actually a kind and gentle person.”

Even when she was praising Munashe, her expression remained serious.

Everyone in the temple knew that Nora only smiled when she looked at Her Majesty the Saint.

"Was His Holiness the Pope only five years old back then?" Lingwu asked again.

No, Judas did not pause. "No, His Holiness the Pope then is no different from His Holiness now."

This matter concerning Munasha is not exactly a secret among believers.

Perhaps it was because it wasn't a secret that no one mentioned it to Ling Wu.

Nora added, "His Holiness the bishop also said that when he first saw His Holiness the Pope as a child, His Holiness the Pope had always looked the same and had never changed."

“And His Excellency the Bishop is already sixty-three years old this year.” Jora said without changing her expression.

"The believers all say that His Holiness the Pope must be the most devout believer in the God of Light, which is why he was able to obtain eternal life under the trust of the God of Light."

As Ruola spoke, her eyes held determination but no longing.

So Lingwu asked, "Doesn't Ruola yearn for eternal life?"

Nora shook her head then nodded, "If possible, Nora only hopes to live another twenty years."

This way I can spend more time with Her Majesty the Holy Maiden.

As for immortality, she could never truly understand it. Was "immortality" a blessing from the God of Light to His Holiness the Pope, or...?

punish.

Lingwu felt that she could take some time late at night to meet with Mu Nashe and ask him about the secrets he was hiding.

After all, devout believers would not hide anything from the god they worship.

The wheels rolled over the smooth ground of Gran City.

Amidst the noise, Lingwu could still hear the prayers emanating from believers on both sides of the street.

They prayed to their gods at all times.

The day was exhausting. After returning to the temple, Lingwu rushed to the last procedure.

— Pray to the God of Light, and thank Him for the blessing ceremony, which proceeded smoothly under His protection.

During the prayer, the God of Light summoned Lingwu before Him as usual.

He still sat on the throne, like the statue of the God of Light in the temple, with his hands placed on either side of the throne.

He remains aloof and disdainful of everything, taking all things for granted.

This scene is the complete opposite of the image of a deity touching a believer's heart in St. Peter's Square.

It seems quite ironic now.

The gods that believers devoutly worship do not show them mercy.

“The power you use in your blessing today is golden,” He said again.

However, his tone was indifferent, no different from usual, and he seemed not to care.

Lingwu was already prepared. She looked up and, under the gaze of the God of Light, said, "So, will you praise Cynthia?"

"Praise?" He remained silent, puzzled by Lingwu's question.

In His view, there were many suspicious points about Cynthia.

He could not hear what Cynthia was thinking;

Cynthia was able to see Him right after she was born;

When He looked into Cynthia's eyes, He found a precious peace.

Most importantly, Cynthia was like a true deity when she bestowed blessings.

But she didn't seem to consider these suspicious points as something she needed to hide.

She seems to genuinely know nothing.

“Cynthia heard from devout believers that gold represents power, so Cynthia thought you would praise her.”

The little girl lowered her head, her tone disappointed: "Although Cynthia is very powerful, I still want your praise."

For some reason, He found the little girl's dejection somewhat piercing. He removed His golden eyes from the little girl, no longer inclined to doubt.

“Cynthia is very good,” He said, looking down.

He thought that each of these suspicious points about Cynthia was perfect enough to make Him lower His gaze and make His eyes fixate solely on Cynthia.

"Is that all?" the little girl asked again, her amber eyes filled with drowsiness and bright anticipation.

“Cynthia is very clever,” He replied, looking into her eyes.

“But you just praised Cynthia for being very clever not long ago.”

"..." He pondered. He had never praised anyone except Cynthia, not even Celia.

Therefore, He doesn't know how else to praise Him.

When He looked away, His ears were filled with prayers.

"The great God of Light..."

Finally, He gathered the words He wanted from the prayers.

"Great God of Light, I pray that you will bless my newborn daughter with peace and happiness. She is very cute and well-behaved, and I believe she will be one of your most devout believers in the future."

—This prayer came from a woman who had just given birth.

Without hesitation, He chose the words "cute" and "well-behaved".

At the same time, may this lady be blessed with the timely prayers she deserved.

“Cynthia is lovely and well-behaved,” He said again.

The little girl blushed, lowered her head, and whispered, "You're cute too."

He could clearly hear what she said, but he could not hear what she truly thought.

However, no one ever praised Him for being cute; they only said He was great.

Oh no...

When He transformed into the Caucasian, Cynthia would often hold His head and whisper in His ear, "The Caucasian is so cute."

Thinking about it this way, it seems that all the "cuteness" comes from Cynthia.

At that moment, He thought that if Cynthia could stay by His side for thousands of years, He would not feel bored.

Perhaps, the realm of gods should welcome a new deity.

He thought for a long time, so long that the little girl who was standing sat on the ground and closed her eyes because she was sleepy.

The deity's hands, which had been resting on the throne, slowly moved away from it.

This was the first time He had stepped down from His divine throne before Lingwu.

The God of Light, shrouded in a cloud of mist, slowly walked up to the little girl.

He bent down and picked up the little girl.

A sigh seemed to escape from the corner of His mouth.

Divine light appeared in the temple, and the God of Light descended in his true form once more.

The difference is that last time He appeared to heal Her Majesty Cynthia who was ill; but this time He appeared to send the sleeping Her Majesty Cynthia back to the Temple of the Saintess.

What they had in common was that they were all for Her Majesty Cynthia.