Chapter 382

In his presence, Cynthia was always smiling, sweet, and obedient.

She is beautiful and intelligent, and always appears in a way that pleases Him.

But He didn't know how to say these things.

"Cynthia." He could only call the little girl by her name.

At this moment, He was not indifferent or bored by the cries of humans.

He only felt helpless and a little worried.

Lingwu didn't wait for His reply: "I'm sorry, Cynthia disturbed you. Cynthia still needs to bestow blessings, so she will leave first."

The little girl looked up; her eyes were red-rimmed, but she still had a smile on her face.

She stood up, bowed her head again, and walked past Him.

The fingertips of the character “祀” twitched slightly as they hung down on either side.

But the little girl was determined to leave. When she reached His side, she didn't stop for a moment and quickly passed by Him.

The vast palace, like a divine realm, contained only Him.

He turned around, wanting to take a step to catch up with the little girl.

But when he touched the wetness of the Holy Cross in His hands, he stopped.

What Cynthia didn't know was that the two Holy Crosses were interchangeable.

Therefore, the Holy Cross in Cynthia's hand and the Holy Cross in her palm can be considered as one.

He touched the wetness and pursed his lips slightly.

If He caught up with Cynthia right now, He wouldn't know what to say.

Perhaps He should go back and learn how to communicate with the little girl properly.

He sighed and vanished from the spot.

As soon as Lingwu stepped out of the palace, the tears and smile on her face vanished.

This time, we have another three years without having to deal with Him, allowing us to focus on developing our believers.

As she gets older, Cynthia needs to gradually become more reserved and take control of the situation.

Of course, all of this is predicated on the premise that Cynthia's status is equal to, or even superior to, that of the "sacrifice".

Otherwise, it's all just futile wishful thinking.

Today, however, it's because Cynthia needs a change in her image in His heart.

Blindly going along with Him will only make Him take it for granted.

Instead of having to beg Cynthia, it would be better to take advantage of the long separation and sweet words to let Him step down from His throne on His own initiative.

Lingwu heard Karl's call—

"Great Moon Goddess, your devout believer and loyal singer Karl, I pray that you will grant holy light to those who suffer."

Lingwu brought the little crow and the Caucasian cat along and appeared before Karl.

This is the main square of the seventh city.

The square was crowded with people, their faces and bodies bearing scars, their eyes filled with resentment towards Karl.

But the moment they saw Ling Wu appear, the doubt in their deep eyes gradually turned into piety.

They bowed their heads, kneeling in reverence, their hearts pounding.

A portion of the person, consumed by rage, was already sobbing.

Tears streamed down their cheeks, but joyful smiles bloomed on their faces.

The western continent, ravaged by calamity and rage, has found a master who can subdue them.

"By Cynthia, the Moon Goddess!"

"Your devout followers will follow in your footsteps for eternity! The soul is immortal, and the faith is eternal!"

"Your glorious name will live forever on the continent of Aolai!"

Accompanied by a divine radiance like shattered gold, their wounds were completely healed.

The devout calls pierced the sky.

Karl knelt at the very front; he had seen this scene eight times before, but each time it still thrilled him.

It made him want to kiss the land that the moon goddess had trodden upon!

Lingwu glanced at him with satisfaction and sent a thin wisp of golden light into Karl's body.

Carl felt as if he were in a dream.

He bowed his head and repeatedly called out, "By Cynthia, the moon goddess."

He grew up listening to his grandmother tell stories of the God of Light, and he longed countless times to be blessed by the God of Light.

He is kind and sincere.

But he has also done things that are wrong according to the law—

He once knocked out all of a man's teeth, nearly killing him.

The executioner asked him, "Was it wrong or not?"

He said, "That's right."

Finally, after being subjected to the thorn whipping punishment, he was exiled to the Western Continent.

Carl lowered his head and asked, "Do you think I'm wrong?"

Ling Wu, standing at the very top, slowly disappeared, leaving behind the words: "Stick to the decision you believe is right."

Lingwu can already see Karl's past.

Carl was a big guy, but he loved small animals.

The reason he was punished was because of a cat he had raised for ten years.

The cat had its teeth knocked out, its claws cut off, its chest ripped open, its internal organs cooked, and then it was defiantly shown to Carl.

Carl broke his teeth and shattered his limbs...

Unfortunately, nowadays, apart from crows, there are no other animals that can survive on the western continent.

Lingwu thought that when the Western Continent returned to normal by the time she left, she could give Karl a kitten.

It was that little cat that grew up with him and then led him into the Western Continent.

Time flies, and another three years have passed.

In the vast white realm of the gods, "Sacrifice" sat on the throne, his golden eyes fixed on the holy cross in his palm.

He picked up a book, its pages protected by a thick, beautiful cover.

When he opened it, his gaze once again settled on the word "proactive".

"Cynthia, I'm sorry." It seemed as if He was rehearsing the first words He would say upon meeting.

After he finished speaking, he looked at the Holy Cross, which felt warm in his palm, and sighed.

In the main city of Ascaria on the western continent.

Lingwu held the warm Holy Cross in her palm.

“Sacrifice, Cinnamon…”

This time, He appeared before she could even finish saying his name.

"Cynthia, I'm sorry." He said the apology directly and quickly.

Before the little girl could finish speaking, her beautiful eyes, like a galaxy, curved into crescents.

“Cynthia is also sorry, it’s just that Cynthia is too sensitive.” Ling Wu stepped down the steps He had given her.

"Sacrifice" fell silent again, for this was different from what He had seen in the book.

Ling Wu asked first, "How are you feeling today?"

“I’m very happy.” He asked, “How is Cynthia feeling?”

Cynthia was also very happy.

Ling Wu didn't say another word.

"Sacrifice" felt a sense of helplessness this time.

His ears were quiet; there were no noisy prayers, nor any restless thoughts.

All that remained were those amber eyes.

“Cynthia, your eyes are beautiful,” He praised.

This time, the little girl did not lower her head shyly as she had six years ago.

Instead, she looked directly at Him and praised Him, saying, "Your eyes are beautiful too."

"Sacrifice" was not very happy. "Cynthia, you don't feel shy around me anymore."

Lingwu's change made Him feel uneasy.

He read in the book that shyness mostly comes from people who like someone, and from those who like them.

So Cynthia no longer liked Him.

Did she fall in love with another version of Him?