Chapter 77 Angry
Miss Emilia Carleton left, taking the crystal ball with her. While someone was seeing someone off, Nova was curled up in the soft chair, dozing off until he heard the door click as it was locked.
"Miss Caledon's soul has the seal of the God of Eros, but the soul of the God of Eros is not in her." Azuka said slowly.
The black-haired young man hummed lightly without any surprise, as if he had expected it. He yawned and drooped his eyes lazily.
"It seems the Goddess of Love is getting a bit impatient," Nova said with a hint of weariness. "The soul fragment that once inhabited the priestess and was then devoured by me has mysteriously vanished. She'll undoubtedly be the first to suspect the other gods. And Orre Asaqi's surveillance of Apatera is making her increasingly uneasy, fearing that the God of Night behind him might discover something. So, she wants to quickly control me as a variable. Spontaneous sex between an unmarried couple is one of the ways a divine descent is least likely to attract the attention of other gods."
The Virgin Etilo chose to summon the God of Love in the dungeons of the Bloody Bazaar, while the Cardinal chose to summon the God of Light during the Great Service. The former was filled with those who indulged in lust, while the latter was surrounded by the powerful and influential, seeking glory. From this, we can infer that the ideals desired by the living present align with the ideals of the gods, a prerequisite for the gods' descent. The number of living people is inversely proportional to the energy consumed. Otherwise, the miracles of "divine descent" would have been everywhere long ago. Therefore, it is not difficult to understand why Apatella infiltrated various temples of love and served as a divine prostitute, perhaps in an attempt to summon the gods once again.
Unfortunately, the God of Love seemed to have abandoned her and turned his attention to Emilia Carleton.
"Do you think Miss Carleton is lying?" asked the God-favored One softly.
"No, at least not now." The black-haired young man replied coldly and arrogantly, "Unless she can fool both of us at once, and the possibility of this is almost zero."
Perhaps because he had finally caught the god's tail, the other person seemed in a good mood: "I have to thank you for your trust in me."
"This is a conclusion based on factual inference, not a purely emotional choice." Nova paused, finding he was too lazy to continue defending himself: "...Forget it, it doesn't matter if you think of it as trust."
"Why hasn't that guy left yet?" he thought drowsily, straining his brain to clear its foggy state before suddenly realizing something.
"Actually, the simplest way is to use their own strategy against us," the villain's tone remained as cold and flat as ever, devoid of any emotion. "As long as we have sex with Miss Caledon, we can easily extract fragments of the God of Love's soul, or even her true soul, and achieve our goal."
The Savior was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly, his voice becoming increasingly soft and gentle: "Then why don't you do this?"
"Because sleeping with a fourteen-year-old girl is scumbag behavior. It's disgusting and goes against my moral values." Nova glanced at him and explained coldly: "Of course, this may lead to inefficiency of the plan. In the future, if we encounter other emergencies, I will abandon any unnecessary concerns and maximize benefits. So you don't have to worry about my "bottom line" -"
"That's not what I meant." Another person interrupted him calmly - but for some reason, it seemed as if a slightly gloomy mist was spreading behind him.
The professor stared at the guy for a while, then slowly straightened up and frowned at him: "Are you angry?"
He felt that he had made progress and could intuitively feel some emotions from the handsome face of the male protagonist, which always had a gentle smile, even before making a series of analyses based on micro-expressions.
"Why are you angry?" Nova thought for a moment, then hesitated and asked tentatively, "Because you fell in love with Miss Caledon at first sight?"
The corners of the other person's mouth rose a few degrees.
"Professor, you should rest." He said very gently.
"Okay, I'm kidding—damn it, don't make me guess, you know I don't understand this."
"I'm not kidding." The God's Favored One's tone remained gentle. "You really should rest. You have to attend Percy Brody's coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow, and you look like you're about to fall asleep in your chair."
"Tell me why you are angry first." The other person stared at him intently, his lips tightly pursed.
"...Professor, your life is important, your bottom line is important, and your feelings are important too." Azuka closed his eyes in silence. "I hope you will put yourself first, rather than pursuing maximization of interests."
"—No matter what's on the other side." A clear, intense, and sad anger gave him the urge to grab the person across from him tightly in his arms: "No matter what it is, you shouldn't be the one being abandoned or sacrificed... You shouldn't even put these things on the scale for comparison."
The guy was silent for a moment, then gave him an incredibly irritating look. "...So you're getting mad at me because you're drawing a conjectural conclusion based on a possibility that hasn't even occurred yet?"
You are being unreasonable, and it clearly shows on that hateful face.
Azuka: “…”
"Go to bed quickly." The savior pulled his nemesis up from the chair with an expressionless face, then threw the quilt on his head and gave a concise order.
"Ha, angry out of shame."
"There's no coffee for tomorrow."
"Small-minded."
"There's no more for the day after tomorrow."
"--You bastard, you can't do this!" Nova took off the quilt covering his head and stared at him in disbelief.
"Of course I can. You can give it a try and see if I can do it." Someone, relying on their strength, smiled gently at him. "Let me remind you that your coffee addiction is quite severe. Reducing your coffee intake will be good for your health and sleep."
Feeling deeply offended, the villain wrapped himself in a blanket, squinted his eyes, and looked up and down at the audacious guy, trying to find his weakness to fight back - then he was a little frustrated to find that without becoming a jerk who spoke without thinking and didn't know what was good for him, he couldn't find any appropriate and powerful way to fight back.
—That’s why I hate dealing with humans, he thought expressionlessly, or maybe I might as well just give him a punch.
Just as he was thinking about whether the punch should hit his ribs or his nose, the other person suddenly sighed softly and helped him tidy up his messed up hair.
"...I'm sorry," the God-Favoured One lowered his eyes slightly wearily, the light trembling softly on his face. "You didn't do anything wrong right now. I was just a little overly emotional."
——He always remembered the deceased's gray, lifeless eyes gazing into the distance, and the remains that were finally no longer tortured and so light that they were terrifying... The shroud of memory was torn apart, and amid the cheers of the crowd, a low, humming sound as if from another world climbed up his spine in a dizziness. It was not until much later that he suddenly realized that it was the trembling of his teeth caused by clenching too tightly.
His young enemy stared at him. Perhaps it was his illusion, but Azuka suddenly felt that the other party had revealed a hint of divine compassion for a moment.
"Azuka," the man asked him calmly, "Based on a hypothesis—and I mean a hypothesis—I want you to answer a question for me after careful consideration."
The other person's voice was soft, like the statement of a cruel, inevitable prophecy... and the Savior hated prophecies.
He said, "If one day I had to risk my life, what would you do?"
…
Percy Brody, dressed in a regal white gown, stood on the second floor of the banquet hall, gazing down at the guests below. Quite a number of people had arrived, including prominent figures from the Vatican and the royal court, even the distinguished Marquis Bateman and his two sons. His father, Ottless Brody, immediately went to greet the distinguished guests. His deliberately raised voice and the flush on his face betrayed his pride in his son.
"Master Chief, you are the protagonist today. Why are you standing here in a daze?" The classmates from St. Bartolomeo's School of Warlocks came up to him with a smile.
Percy subconsciously gave a polite smile and was about to say something to fool him, but the other party didn't give him a chance to speak and looked under the railing: "Wow, little Mr. Bateman, he's really here!"
The other person seemed to have heard their conversation, raised his head, looked at Percy through the railing, and then gave him a provocative smile.
"I don't know what he's so proud of." Percy heard the voice of the person next to him lowered to a whisper: "He just relies on having a good father and a good brother to occupy so many resources, but in the end he still can't compare to you."
"Please don't say that. We are all classmates. A temporary win or loss doesn't mean anything." Percy glanced at him lightly, and the smile on his face suddenly became a little stiff.
It was low-level sowing of discord, he thought with annoyance. It seemed that this man's father in the Finance Department had recently been caught up in factional struggles and had been dragged into trouble by Marquis Bateman, so the other party was happy to see little Bateman make a fool of himself - but Percy refused to let himself become part of the joke.
"How have you been lately? I remember the dean said he wanted to talk to your father about your grades." He asked with a tone of genuine concern, even though he couldn't even remember the man's name. "If there's anything I can help you with, please feel free to ask."
The other person's smile almost faded: "No, no need, thank you for your concern, I'm fine..."
"That's good," Percy nodded politely. "My father seems to be busy. Please excuse me for a moment."
"Come here, Percy." Outles Brody waved at him. Percy smiled and stood meekly beside his father, allowing him to pat his shoulders heavily.
"Mr. Bateman, this is my son." His father pretended to be reserved and introduced him to Marquis Bateman. "Little Mr. Bateman should be familiar with Percy. After all, they are classmates..."
Percy was a little distracted, although he knew he shouldn't be distracted at such an important moment.
His aunt stood not far away, clearly dressed up, but with an extremely ugly expression, staring at them with gloomy resentment. Beside her was an unfamiliar noble girl, but Percy still didn't see the person he wanted to see.
...Liar, he said he would try his best to come back.
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