Chapter 360
As soon as it uttered a cry, the ball of light approached it.
The ball of light was moving extremely slowly, yet it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Instead, the Caucasian's fierce eyes gradually turned indifferent.
It seemed to be walking at such a high angle for the first time, moving its four paws carefully and laboriously, at an extremely slow pace, into the doghouse.
Then he curled up into a ball, his indifferent eyes staring at the darkening night, seemingly looking at something.
On the other side of the ranch, a little girl wearing a dirty burlap dress suddenly woke up with a start while holding a dirty gray puppy in her arms!
Those wet eyes were filled with curiosity and bewilderment about the world.
"Woof woof woof!" it barked, its tail between its legs.
Celia was awakened by the noise, her eyes welled up with tears, and she let out a sob.
"Waaah—"
The puppy she was holding tightly in her arms took the opportunity to jump off the small bed made of hay and whimpered as it crawled through a small window with a broken hole.
He plunged headlong into the night and disappeared from sight.
Celia's mother was a single mother. With the increase in expenses after having a child, she could only go out to work as a maid after Celia fell asleep.
One-year-old Celia had to rely on a clever little grey dog to take care of her and get through each frightening night.
But tonight, the puppy abandoned her and ran away.
Celia's deep chestnut curls were studded with horsehair, and a few more freckles seemed to have sprouted on her tender little face out of fear.
She used her hands as legs to crawl towards the door.
But before it could even reach the door, the skinny little white dog returned.
Its eyes no longer wavered, but returned to their usual indifference, only showing a fleeting tenderness when it looked at Celia.
Then, stepping on its injured paws, it used its teeth to grab Celia's skirt and pull her back.
But the frightened little girl had lost her mind; she screamed in fear and pushed the little gray dog away forcefully.
The little grey dog hesitated, was pushed to the ground, and a sharp blade of grass got stuck in its already injured paw.
It seemed oblivious to the pain, remaining silent as it continued to approach Celia, biting her skirt.
But Celia still pushed it away.
This went on and on until Celia was exhausted and fell asleep. Only then did the exhausted little grey dog spend a long time dragging her back onto the hay.
When it looked up again, dawn was breaking outside the dilapidated little window.
This time, it didn't look at Celia again. Instead, it put its head into the rope, curled up in the corner, and closed its eyes.
A white beam of light streaked past the small window and headed towards the manor.
The Caucasian continued to sob, but its fierce gaze eventually turned indifferent.
Today is the day His false saint returns to the temple, and He needs to ensure this proceeds smoothly without disturbing the existence of the other Him.
After all, just six months ago, that version of Him had been severely injured by Him.
Ling Wu wore a white dress embroidered with sacred gold patterns, and her long black curly hair swayed like a gentle breeze through willow branches, its curves beautiful and pure.
A divine crown adorned her head, its crescent shape partially obscured by her black hair. The crown's sun-like outline was also studded with magnificent golden gemstones.
The little girl seemed to find the heavy crown a bit too much to bear, but she still smiled beautifully and said, "It's okay."
The nuns felt a pang of pity, but could say nothing.
Lingwu raised her face, letting the nuns place another jeweled forehead ornament on her forehead.
Her already small and delicate face was now even more obscured by the forehead ornament, which took up a third of her face.
The purity and clarity in their large eyes were almost identical in beauty and sanctity to the divine radiance they had once witnessed.
“You are the most beautiful saint we have ever seen. I think you must be deeply favored by the great God of Light,” Nora said.
The big dog lying on the ground opened its eyes at this moment. It was not confused, but looked at Ling Wu with a clear purpose.
Her back was held very straight, even though it felt like she was carrying a ton of weight on her head.
Through the mirror, her eyes were clear and beautiful, like the waters of a sacred lake in the divine realm where no new god had been born for many years.
However, her eyes were not azure blue, but an amber color that he rarely saw, a color that would faintly glow with gold in the sunlight.
He simply watched without refuting the nuns' praise of her.
He was not embarrassed that he was inhabiting a dog, after all, to Him there was no difference between a human and a dog.
Observing Caucasus's unusual behavior, Lingwu asked the nun, "May I say goodbye to my friend?"
The nuns exchanged glances, but in the end, they couldn't resist the expectation on her pretty little face.
“Of course you can, but once the sun rises in the sky, you will be the only chosen one of the God of Light, Your Majesty.” Nora said, “Your Majesty must never touch any living thing.”
A moment of disappointment flashed across Lingwu's face, almost softening the hearts of Ruola and the other nuns.
But the great God of Light must never be defiled!
They hardened their hearts.
With a heavy weight on her head, Lingwu walked to the side of the Caucasian dog, cradling its furry head in her hands, her eyes filled with sorrow.
She didn't say anything, but just moved closer to the big, furry dog and stroked its head with her small hand again and again.
The Caucasian Shepherd loves it when she strokes its fur like this, so much so that even if a strange thing is stuffed inside its body, it can't help but wag its tail.
The feeling of being out of control is rare for Him, which makes Him want to control.
But even as He felt this body conveying emotions of joy and happiness He had never experienced before, He still let it be.
The little girl held Him, her clear amber eyes fixed on the sun outside.
The sun broke through the clouds, slowly revealing its light.
They believed it to be another incarnation of the God of Light.
"Caucasian. Cynthia is very sad. From now on, Cynthia will be all alone." The little girl whispered as the golden light shone down.
Amidst cries of "Your Majesty," the little girl released her grip on His hands and slowly departed.
In the empty room, He felt the moisture on His ears.
She just cried.
But He saw Cynthia ten times, and each time she had a happy and bright smile on her face.
But why was she sad on the day she became a saint?
He was puzzled at first, but even before Celia came into this world, he was overjoyed and excited by His favoritism.
Why was Cynthia saddened to be His only chosen one?
Doesn't she want to become His saint?
Is she a heretic who doesn't believe in Him?
It stretched out its paws and peered towards the door, just in time to see the little girl step into the carriage.
At the same time, Lingwu turned around one last time.
She focused intently on Duke Leon and Tao Ruhua, reassuring them not to worry.
She looked past the layers of gazes and met His eyes, who was spying on her from upstairs.
The sadness in his eyes and his devotion to the God of Light complemented each other.
Then she got into the carriage.
“Cynthia was devout to the God of Light, but becoming a saint was something she was forced into”—this was something that needed to be made clear to Him.
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