"Then why didn't He return the spoils to the nine righteous gods afterwards?" Vivian questioned.

Now it was Nemesis' turn to be speechless. Who would hand over the power they had obtained?

In particular, Cynthia took advantage of the resurrection of the nine righteous gods to raise the throne and elevate her status to that of a god.

If we hand over the power, wouldn't that be lowering our status?

Seeing that the woman had nothing to say, Vivian said in a calm voice:

"He is undoubtedly a thief."

Nemesis opened her mouth, because she really had no way to refute this, and after a while she managed to utter a few words:

"But in short, He is not an evil god, and He has never performed any bloody sacrifices. His teachings are all about encouraging people to be kind and helpful."

"It's just that there were some frictions with the nine righteous gods."

Vivian once again took a deep look at the woman in front of her, and only when Nemesis showed a puzzled look did she look away:

"If I encounter them again, I will take the initiative to confirm whether they have received bloody sacrifices."

"If there are no traces of bloody sacrifices on their bodies, then I will naturally not attack them."

As a combat nun, she was taught from a young age that all evil creatures and cultists should be killed.

As for how to confirm whether the other party is a cultist, one is to look at the other party's beliefs. If the other party believes in the existence of a god that is judged to be an evil god by the church, then he is a cultist.

The second is to see if there are traces of bloody sacrifices on the other party. The evil gods like bloody sacrifices very much, and their believers will definitely hold bloody sacrifices to please them.

There is no example of someone not performing bloody sacrifices in order to conceal their identity as a cultist.

Because bloody sacrifices are offerings to the evil god, and if you do not offer it to Him, it would be blasphemy to Him.

Then this cultist would be finished.

Over the past tens of thousands of years, the church has developed a complete system for determining whether the other party has performed a bloody sacrifice.

Nemesis, who was standing by, breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Vivian's words.

She believed in her friend. He was definitely not a god who liked bloody sacrifices.

Then naturally, His believers would not hold bloody sacrifices for Him.

To her, Vivian's words were a way of saying that she would not try to take action against the mother and daughter.

With this sentence, the next time we meet that mother and daughter, there should be no fight between the two sides.

It should be much easier to convince the mother and daughter to trust me this way.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but recall the aura of that girl that made her feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

She murmured in her heart: "Cynthia, what on earth are you doing?"

…

"Yes! That's it!"

After a long time, Eros looked at Cynthia who was controlling Erza's body in front of him, and stretched lazily.

It was already afternoon, and several hours had passed since they boarded the ship and left the Golden City.

Just like the previous few days, Eros went to the world in the tank on the pretext of stabilizing his spiritual power.

He said he was trying to stabilize his spiritual power, but in reality, he was working hard to restore his body.

Today he found Cynthia, wanting to see if this former god had any solution.

However, he did not expect that this former god was only good at talking, and after all the trouble, his body still could not return to its previous state.

However, this time was not without gain. At least the massage skills of this former god were still very good.

It made his whole body feel lazy and he didn't want to move.

Looking at Eros with a lazy expression in front of her, Cynthia picked up the ice water beside her and drank it in small sips.

Hearing Cynthia drinking water, Eros opened his half-closed eyes and chuckled and said:

"Drinking ice water on a hot day really makes you feel more comfortable."

"Master, would you like some drink?" Cynthia took a sip of ice water and moved closer to Eros' mouth.

Eros refused again and again: "No, no more!"

"I'll pour it myself if I want to drink it."

Cynthia's eyes showed regret when she heard this, but she quickly suppressed her regret and looked at Eros and said softly:

"It seems that my massage skills cannot help the master's body recover. I wonder what the master wants to do next?"

Eros looked at Erza's face in front of him and thought for a moment:

"Restore your original appearance first."

Cynthia hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to follow Eros' orders.

Erza's petite body began to stretch and grow like plasticine, and soon it turned into Cynthia's original appearance.

She has delicate skin, long legs, and silver hair cascading down her round, fair shoulders. She has plump red lips and twinkling eyes. Her delicate face has no expression on it, and she exudes an aloof, indifferent temperament, just like the silver moon hanging high in the night sky.

Noble, indifferent, profound, and graceful.

Eros lay there, looking at Cynthia who had returned to her original state in front of him with a smile on his face, without making any movement.

Cynthia bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, and the atmosphere fell into silence. It was not until more than ten seconds later that a hint of decisiveness flashed in Cynthia's eyes.

That night, Estelle frowned slightly as she looked at Eros who was sitting next to her. She reached out and touched Eros' head, and said in an uncertain tone:

"You seem to be much taller now than you were at noon."

Eros didn't care about it at all: "As the spiritual power in the body stabilizes, the changes in the body should return to normal in no time."

"Doesn't that mean you'll soon be able to shed your childish image and turn back into an adult?"

There was a hint of reluctance in Wendini's tone.

Eros rolled his eyes: "Do you really want me to stay a child for the rest of my life?"

Wendini smiled sheepishly: "It's not impossible."

The corners of Eros' mouth twitched. For him, the size of the child was still too restrictive.

For example, when Cynthia leaned over before, their lips couldn't even touch each other because there was too much misalignment.

Although this is not a bad thing, Eros feels that it is better for him to look like an adult.

At night, Eros slept between Estelle and Undine as usual.

The days passed one by one, and a week went by in the blink of an eye.