Chapter 383
"Sacrifice" has an innate ability to capture emotions, and Lingwu has always been well aware of this.
She nodded: "Cynthia admires you, and it's hard for Cynthia to feel the kind of shyness you mentioned when she admires you."
A faint, almost imperceptible sadness emanated from the golden-haired deity before them.
“Cynthia, you weren’t like this before.” His voice remained calm. “Have you seen…”
"Sacrifice" did not continue speaking, but simply lowered his golden eyes.
Another long silence followed.
Lingwu pondered the unfinished sentence that "Si" had left unsaid.
Have you seen this before...?
Has He seen someone He knows? Or perhaps some non-human being?
Lingwu had a general idea in her mind.
After all, there aren't many beings that He can remember.
The midday sun slanted down, streaming a golden stream through the window.
Gold fragments slowly climbed up the little girl's skirt, giving the pure white fabric a sacred glow.
"Sacrifice" could not hear what Cynthia was thinking; He could only quietly watch the skirt covered in light.
At that very moment, Ling Wu finally spoke:
"Cynthia will soon be able to leave the Western Continent."
Upon hearing this, His fingertips brushed the Holy Cross in His palm.
I wasn't displeased that the matter had been glossed over so easily.
"Si" raised her eyes again and met Ling Wu's gaze.
In the quiet temple where eye contact was possible, He clearly saw within the little girl a profound faith that could only come from a devout believer.
“Hmm,” He replied.
Lingwu was certain that He would speak again, so she didn't answer immediately, but waited quietly for His next words.
really--
“I will wait for you in the realm of the gods, Cynthia.”
The divine voice, which transcends gender, is no longer indifferent; it now reveals divine favoritism.
It seems He already knew about the faith she had acquired.
This statement implies that He acquiesced.
Lingwu couldn't determine the reason for His acquiescence, so she simply pretended not to understand.
“The realm of gods?” Ling Wu nodded in agreement. “If possible, Cynthia hopes that the realm of gods is not just a vast expanse of white.”
"Then what kind of divine realm do you desire?" He asked with a smile.
"There's the sea, there are dazzling gems, there are magnificent fountains, there's the fragrance of flowers, and..." Ling Wu paused, then smiled.
"what else?"
He looked at Lingwu with a puzzled expression.
“And also, your face, which I can see clearly,” Ling Wu replied.
For "sacrifice," Cynthia's words were like a pure white, beautiful, pristine, and vibrant camellia suddenly blooming in the unchanging emptiness of the divine realm for millennia.
The "sacrifice" was somewhat pleased and asked, "Is this your second wish?"
“If ‘Sacrifice’ is willing, then this will be Cynthia’s second wish,” Ling Wu replied.
"祀": "I am willing."
He answered directly, but the little girl suddenly smiled broadly, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent moons.
"Sacrifice": "Are you happy about that?"
Ling Wu: "Yes."
"Why?"
“Because…” the little girl paused, recalling, “Because I do, Cynthia has mostly only heard the words ‘I do’ in churches with pastors.”
"Sacrifice" thought for a moment and then looked away.
Amidst a chorus of prayers, He searched for that one word from the church: "I do."
"By the God of Light, Franks, are you willing, under the radiant light of the great God of Light, to accept Cassia as your wife, to love her forever, to protect her and to respect her, and to remain steadfastly faithful to her alone for the rest of your life?"
"By the God of Light, Franks is willing!"
"—By the God of Light, Cassia, are you willing to be in the great..."
"By the God of Light, Cassia is willing!"
"Sacrifice" inexplicably felt a complex emotion, an emotion that made it want to escape from this place.
"Love her, protect her, and respect her; remain steadfastly loyal to her alone for the rest of your life..."
These words always echoed in His ears.
Even at this moment, He couldn't meet Cynthia's gaze.
He always felt that, without Cynthia's knowledge, he had acquired too much human knowledge, to the point that he had misunderstood her.
"Are you tired and need to go home to sleep?" Ling Wu asked.
"..." He remained silent.
Gods don't need to sleep, but at this moment, "Si" felt that he really should get a good night's sleep.
"I think I really need to go into sleep."
Lingwu nodded.
This could be a great opportunity.
A trace of golden divine power was infused into the Holy Cross that Ling Wu held.
The divine power vanished the moment it entered, as if it had never existed.
But it seems that "sacrifice" still noticed something was wrong.
The golden-haired deity lowered his eyes, preparing to look at the holy cross in his palm.
Lingwu noticed this and stood up.
She lifted her skirt and gracefully stepped forward.
The "sacrifice," who was not too far from her, stopped examining the Holy Cross when he saw the little girl get up.
He watched the little girl jog towards him, unable to guess why she was running so hurriedly.
Ling Wu stopped and looked at Him. "Sacrifice, will you sleep for a long time?"
As she asked, she made sure that the strangeness on the Holy Cross had disappeared.
Fortunately, the people of the Western Continent had a deep faith in her, and the strange phenomenon had disappeared.
The golden divine power now fused within the Holy Cross is so potent that even a "sacrifice" would find it difficult to detect.
"Si" replied calmly, "For humans, it should be considered a very long time."
"How long will that take?"
“One hundred years,” He answered calmly.
"Cynthia might have died by then."
The little girl looked incredibly sad with her head down.
"Sacrifice" revealed a slight smile, "Cynthia, you won't die."
Ling Wu: "But there are too many unexpected things, just like when Cynthia was chosen by you to become a saint nine years ago."
Then "Si" realized something:
The little girl before Him, whom He had been paying attention to for so long, was originally just a substitute He had chosen for Celia's safety.
But if He wants it, the false can become the true.
His golden eyes held a gentle light as he promised, "I will awaken before Cynthia comes of age."
"So you're here to crown Cynthia?" Ling Wu asked.
“Perhaps it’s more than that, there could be even more.” “Sacrifice” smiled and stroked the little girl’s head.
The golden crown on Ling Wu's head was a bit prickly, but "Si" ignored it and went straight to touch the top of Ling Wu's head.
He smiled.
On the day of Cynthia's coming-of-age ceremony, He will announce before all beings that He is the second master of the divine realm.
Thus, the void in the divine realm will be filled with long-awaited life.
"Sacrifice" slowly retracted from the fingertip.
Lingwu then handed Him the Holy Cross she was holding.
"During your slumber, Cynthia wishes to use the Holy Cross, which has accompanied you for six years, to represent Cynthia and remain by the side of 'Sacrifice'."
Lingwu asked again, "Are you willing?"
"Sacrifice" did not refuse, but this time He did not answer "I am willing" again.
Instead, he handed the Holy Cross in his hand to Lingwu, signifying an exchange.
When fingertips touch, warmth meets coolness.
Lingwu quickly withdrew her fingertip and smiled at Him.
"Then, Cynthia wishes 'Sacrifice' a sweet dream."
Lingwu made a gesture of bestowing a blessing.
The false saint's golden radiance was now shining upon the God of Light.
"Sacrifice" waited quietly for the golden light to fade before withdrawing his fingertips and grasping the Holy Cross.
He did not disappoint Lingwu by saying that he had never actually dreamed.
Instead, he looked at the little girl and said, "Thank you for your blessing, Your Majesty Cynthia."
Afterwards, without waiting for Lingwu's response, He disappeared into Ascalia and returned to the realm of the gods.
In the realm of gods, there is only one pure divine spring, the place where He was born.
He had thought that other gods might be born here, but unfortunately, none of them were.
He looked at the endless white expanse and remembered the little girl's wish.
Thus, the white, divine realm came to have lush green grass, rolling mountains, tranquil lakes, dazzling gems, fountains that sprayed rainbows, and a boundless ocean.
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