Chapter 153 Night Watch
The night in the wasteland was not completely silent; occasionally, the howling of steppe wolves could be heard from afar. Two huge horned camels lay together on the snow, silently chewing the cud.
The swaying bonfire illuminated people's faces red. Two hares caught by a newly minted god were roasting on the fire to an attractive charred brown. A thick soup made from plant tubers and spices in a small copper pot was bubbling and rolling.
Emilia Carleton sat quietly by the campfire, hugging her knees. The warm firelight did not relax her spirit much.
She couldn't even remember how she got from Evergreen Academy to White Tower Town. She was in a daze, with only the vague thought that Mr. Nova was in trouble and she should go and see him. As a result, when she regained consciousness a little, she saw the Church of Light in White Tower Town the next second - and when she woke up again, she found herself in the distant city of Barandu.
The little girl slowly hugged herself tightly, burying her forehead between her knees. No matter how brave and calm she was, she was only a fifteen-year-old child.
Something must be wrong.
Thanks to Mr. Tonová, she had never lived so carefree and joyful since she entered Evergreen Academy. Her father was too preoccupied with his work to bother her, and the potion was so wonderful that her time and energy were beginning to run out. She even began to deeply realize how much time she had wasted in her previous fourteen years as a noble lady...
Gradually, those classmates who looked down on her gender and ordinary identity were won over by her. She successfully became the apprentice of the dean of Evergreen Academy, who even told her that she might be able to change the entire field of pharmacy on her own... But Emilia didn't think that her insignificant talents alone would make Mr. Nova look at her differently.
The little girl secretly glanced at the man whose appearance was so outstanding that it was frightening, and who shone brightly in the firelight. After all, there was a...god beside him?
Even a noble lady like her had heard stories about "forbidden spells" from her tutor.
A bowl of thick soup was suddenly handed to Emilia, with a roasted rabbit leg stuffed inside. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly took it with both hands, feeling extremely nervous and apprehensive. "Mr. Nova, thank you..."
The other party nodded gracefully at her and returned to his seat.
"If there's not enough food, please help yourself." His tone was cold. "We have to travel tomorrow morning. I don't want you to faint from hunger and have us take a detour to take you back to school in person."
Emilia's eyes couldn't help but feel sore. This cold and hard warmth made her want to cry again. She quickly tore off a large piece of rabbit meat with her teeth and swallowed it with difficulty.
The taste is surprisingly good.
Perhaps the calories in the food made her bolder. She glanced at a certain god without making a sound, only to see that the god was packing his luggage with his head down. She then secretly moved closer to Mr. Nova.
She was a little hesitant at first, but when those smoky gray eyes glanced at her, Emilia suddenly shuddered and subconsciously said, "Mr. Nova, regarding my sudden appearance in Barandu City..."
All the euphemisms and temptations were completely forgotten.
The professor looked at her thoughtfully. "Have you had any strange lines appear on your body recently?"
Seeing the girl's eyes widen in fear, he added, "It can cause fever, pain, or other unusual sensations."
Emilia was silent for a moment, then suddenly whispered, "Yes."
"Actually, ever since I overheard the deal between my father and the Temple of Eros, my back has suddenly been uncomfortable." Her voice was low, and she seemed to feel guilty for having concealed such important information from others. "I secretly had the maid who watched me grow up check it out, and she said there were rose-shaped lines on my back. I forbad her to tell anyone."
"The divine seal," the professor replied succinctly. "The goddess of love, Analene, descended through your father's intercourse with the priestess and left her divine seal on you."
Emilia: “…”
"God, God's Seal?!" She stammered, almost jumping up, not knowing whether it was surprise or shock: "How could that person... possibly fall for me? I mean, I'm not a sorcerer, just an ordinary person, I-"
"Do you think the Divine Mark is a good thing?" The black-haired young man's piercing, cold, smoky-gray eyes glared at her sternly, forcing Emilia to calm down. "Don't be fooled by those foolish, false names. This is merely a slave mark from the gods. They manipulate your body, insult your will, and control your freedom, including this time, forcing you to come to Barandu City unconsciously. If this wasn't a trap set by us, you would have died long ago."
If he really was the resurrected God of Storms, how could he allow an ordinary person who offended the gods to survive?
Seeing the man become depressed after being scolded by him, with a look of fear on his face, the professor paused and forced himself to be softer and not speak to him in the tone of scolding a student.
The natives of Ambrose had a natural reverence for the gods; figures like the savior were the exception. He couldn't expect a child with limited life experience to be rational and calm. The fact that he didn't immediately denounce him as a heretic was a sign of a developing mind.
"But this is also an unprovoked disaster for you," the professor said calmly. "Ultimately, it's the gods who want to deal with us, and that's why you've been affected. If you feel anger and resentment because of this, I completely understand. I will do my best to compensate you and help you unlock the divine seal."
Although a certain newborn god who didn't even know he was a god was still confused, what he wrote to Pavaton Miller was completely a blank check.
——But the worst that can happen is to find all the gods and kill them, the professor thought very calmly. When the gods die, the divine seal will naturally disappear.
"...That's not the case." Emilia suddenly said in a low voice. Nova was stunned for a moment, and suddenly noticed that the little girl's eyes seemed to be red again.
He suddenly became alert and subconsciously looked in the direction of a certain savior - come on, I won't coax anyone.
As a result, the guy was holding up his cheek and looking at him with a smile, looking a little helpless.
"I can't thank you enough," the little girl murmured incoherently. "If it weren't for you, I'd still be being sold like a commodity by my father, becoming any man's wife. I might even be abused to death by my husband like my elder sister. How could I have stayed at Evergreen Academy to study... And now, your noble surname has been stripped away, and you've been sentenced to death by the Glorious Church. And I can't do anything about it. I've even become a burden to you..."
As she spoke, Emilia almost wanted to cry again, but she forced herself to hold it back - the gentleman's face was very tense, his body slightly leaning back, as stiff as a cat with its paws wet, which suddenly reduced her great awe of people.
...In fact, putting aside those cold and harsh appearances, her cousin is really a very good person, but why does fate make such a good person suffer hardships and torture?
"Okay, it's late, everyone, time to go to bed." Azuka suddenly interrupted them gently: "Don't worry, I'll keep watch tonight."
He smiled and called out, "Professor, please come to me."
The two horned camels blocked most of the wind and snow. They made a simple blanket under the camels' bellies. Nova curled up in the blanket, and the multi-function communicator No. 1 flickered quietly on his chest. The comfortable warmth, the crackling of firewood, and the breathing of another person made him breathe a sigh of relief and gradually fall asleep.
Beyond the small campfire lay the vast, dark wasteland. Several beasts were attracted by the fire, but Azuka silently dispatched them. The scent of blood was a silent threat, and everything finally returned to peace.
The savior stared silently at his nemesis's face, illuminated by the flames, until he frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable, and then reluctantly looked away. In the vast depths of the universe, only this lukewarm strange fire pulsed within his chest.
As the night deepened, he was adding firewood to the campfire when he heard a rustling noise nearby. Azuka was startled for a moment, then saw the professor sitting beside him, rubbing his eyes.
"I'll guard the second half of the night. You go and rest. I'll call you if there's anything else." The other party's voice was very low, with a soft nasal sound that was a little vague and hazy. "Anyway, I can continue to sleep on the way."
Someone's eyes were so soft that they seemed to melt Lasi: "It's just one night, I have no problem."
In the past, when encountering emergencies, it was normal for him and Orema Shilin to stay up for several nights without sleep, not to mention that he was not an ordinary, fragile person.
"You're human. Humans need basic sleep to stay awake. More importantly, we'll need you to lead the way tomorrow." The tyrant, too lazy to argue, clicked his tongue impatiently and ordered arbitrarily, "Go to sleep."
Not to mention the catacombs, the other party must not have gotten enough rest that night in Barandu City because he had to take care of him.
The man stared at him steadily, and just when Nova was inexplicably creeped out by his gaze, the other party suddenly smiled gently, and his extremely beautiful face was enough to make anyone lose their mind.
Then the guy simply leaned his head on his shoulder, with his golden hair sliding down the side of his face, looking like a little bird.
"Is this okay?"
The other party asked vaguely, his warm breath close at hand. Seeing that he only frowned and did not object, she softened even further and lay directly on his legs.
“You really are…”
The savior murmured with a sigh, then simply turned over, wrapped his arms around the other man's thin waist, and buried his face in it. The hot, unfamiliar breath poured into his lower abdomen, and a strange soreness and numbness immediately rushed along the sensitive side of his waist and up to the top of his head.
The professor's body trembled violently, and the next second he grabbed the collar and pulled the man out, impatiently slapping him in the face: "Don't move, just sleep like this."
It was a relief that he remembered to lower his voice and not wake Miss Carleton.
The other person just chuckled softly and finally closed his eyes obediently.
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